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Item #: SCP-4505 (placeholder to help me write)
Object-Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4505 is to be kept in Site-45 inside a large white room with flood lights surrounding SCP-4505. The chamber is to be kept under surveillance and entry to it's containment restricted to Security personnel only. A Magnetic Locking door must be kept on the front entrance of SCP-4505 that will remain locked until further notice.
Description: SCP-4505 is a wooden house estimated to have been made in 1890. All windows on the house are opaque and there are no other openings to see into the house. When in an area with less than 200 Lumens the house gains the ability to transport the inside of the house to different dimension. The outside appears to stay the same but all personnel inside are trapped in the alternate dimension.
The dimension has only been observed by MTF unit Delta-4 first dispatched to the house as well as partial documentation from D-5406. See Addendum 4505-1 and Addendum 4505-2
Discovery: The object was discovered recently in Whitney, Nebraska after a police officer received a call from the home and reported missing. MTF unit Delta-4 was dispatched to the scene equipped with night vision goggles and gas masks but after 24 hours were assumed missing, and an excavation unit was sent to transport the house to Site-45.
Addendum 4505-1
Audio Log from MTF unit Delta-4's Commander Bradley upon being trapped into SCP-4505
Log 1
Commander Bradley: Entry one, the anomaly seems to have escaped the house by unknown means, the house's 2 floors as well as basement have been searched, remnants of the anomaly have not been found.
Log 2
Commander Bradley: We've made a mistake… the anomaly didn't escape, its the house, the fucking house. My unit has been transported to a different world, everything seems normal but there's nobody here and everything is overgrown.
a member of the Unit shouts to Commander Bradley: Commander! there's smoke northeast of our location!
Log 3
Commander Bradley: Entry three, we've found a small campfire in the woods near the house, nothing is out of the ordinary but there's no smell, in fact there's no smell in this place, we put our gas masks in our bags and are heading back to the house. Fuck the extraction, something isn't right here.
Log 4
Commander Bradley: No, fuck, fuck me the house is locked, there's no way of entry and shooting it is not working, I should've brought grenades.
Log 5 recorded
Commander Bradley: Something is out there, the fucking gunfire must have attracted it, the bushes by the treeline are moving.
Voice identified as Pvt. Hale: Commander, what do we do?
Commander Bradley: hold on, just let me think.
Log 6
Commander Bradley: Everything is calm, no movement, anywhere. The more I look the more things I see wrong with this fucking place, the trees don't end, this town is stuck in the middle of a forest.
Log 7
Commander Bradley: I have to get out of here, it feels like we've been here for days, just staring at everything around us, but there's nothing.
Log 8
Commander Bradley: Someone's not here. I have an 8 member unit, including myself, there's 7 of us.
