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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Entrance to SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The building, as well as the four other stores surrounding SCP-XXXX have been purchased with Foundation funds. Shell companies have been setup to help monitor the area, and inhibit potential business interest. SCP-XXXX has been added to the National Register of Historic Places, as well as being designated as a National Historic Landmark. A plaque denoting the history of the building has been placed nearby.
Building is to be monitored remotely at all times by personnel at Site-11 and Site-98. Foundation security officers are to be posted around the perimeter of the building. Hume levels are to be measured and recorded every hour. SRA (Scranton Reality Anchors) are to be activated in the case of a breach event, and Response Team XXX (XXX) will be deployed to the location. In case of catastrophic failure, MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") will clean up and administer Class-A Amnestics to the surrounding population.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a mid-sized hardware store/garage located in Tucumcari, New Mexico. Built in 1868 by an American prospector, later bought by an Austrian mechanic in 1938. Ownership was transferred to (don't know atm) and became a hardware store by the late 1970's. The store became bankrupt and was abandoned in 1989.
SCP-XXXX-a refers to the anomalous beings residing inside the first and second levels of the structure. Ectoplasmic in nature, they appear to resemble recently deceased individuals within _ km.
SCP-XXXX-b refers to weapons that cause SCP-XXXX-c to manifest. Testing revealed the contents to be a gaseous form of x, and trace amounts of an unidentified anomalous material.
SCP-XXXX-c refers to the field that causes beings who have died from to wounds, illness, or disability, to become SCP-XXXX-a. People who die of natural causes do not appear to be affected by SCP-XXXX-c.
Discovery: Condemnation of the structure started in 1993, and the subsequent breach event became known to the Foundation. Response Team XXX (XXX) was deployed.
Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: 11/09/1978
Exploration Team: Investigative xxx (xxx) -
Location: Tucumcari, New Mexico
Subject: Rumor of Haunting
Team Members: Agent K, Agent D
[BEGIN LOG]
Agent K: Yeah, like we have to investigate every little spook a civilian gossips about-
Agent D: Those are our orders, K.
Approaches SCP-XXXX from the front parking lot
Agent K: Well I think its a waste of time, put that on record.
The Agents enter the store
Agent D: Hi, we're the reporters from the Albuquerque Journal, Bob and Carlos, we spoke to you on the phone earlier?
Angela Morlin: Yeah, yeah hold on, HONEY!
muffled yelling is heard from the back of the store
Angela Morlin: Those people from the paper are here! Can I get y'all anything? We just had that fridge put in last week, got some cold lemonade in the-
Agent D: We're fine, Mrs. Morlin.
Angela Morlin: Ah, alright then..Bob, was it? Krachincoo?
Agent D laughs
Agent D: Kravchenko.
Angela Morlin: I always have trouble with foreign sounding names, don't take no offense sweetie!
Angela nervously laughs, then turns to the back of the store
Angela Morlin: DALE! THESE MEN ARE HERE FOR YOU!
A man walks into frame, next to the tool bits aisle
Dale Morlin: I done heard you Angie, I was just cleaning up! How do you do gentlemen? Dale Morlin, pleased to meet y'all.
Agent D: Pleased to meet you Mr. Morlin. Do you have somewhere me and my associate can sit down and setup for the interview?
Dale Morlin: Yeah Angie cleared out a spot in the garage for us, I'll show you.
Agent D: You don't have an office in the back? Somewhere quiet?
Dale Morlin: I do, but we ain't all fitting in that room, specially with that there equipment you got there. Angie you offer these fine gentlemen some lemonade? Y'all thirsty?
Agent D: We're fine Dale, thank you.
Agent K: Actually I'm a bit parched, Bob.
Angie reaches into the fridge and pulls out a glass milk bottle filled with lemonade
Angela Morlin: Here you-
Dale Morlin: Grab me one too would you, dear?
Angie gets another bottle and closes the fridge, handing it to the men
Dale Morlin: Thanks Angie, best lemonade this side of the Rockies.
Agent D: I don't doubt it.
Dale gestures to the door behind the sales counter, leading into the garage
Dale Morlin: Right through here, just grab one of them chairs and I'll spill the beans.
Dale and the Agents enter the garage, the camera is set up to film Dale, left of frame. The men all take their seats
Agent D: Alright Dale, can you start from the beginning? Tell us what's been going on at your store.
Dale Morlin: Well I uh, do I look into the camera or at you?
Agent D: At me, just address me as you normally would.
Dale Morlin: Well, we noticed it bout' a week into buying the place, hearing some weird knocking and moaning you know? I'm in the office and I hear that knocking, like it's in the floor. I thought it was the pipes but-
Agent D: Do you have a basement?
Dale Morlin: No sir, just the one floor. I checked the pipes myself and that ain't it. No critters either, had traps setup for them…nothing.
Agent D: Can you tell me what you think it is?
Dale Morlin: Well, like I told you on the phone, I…I think it's ghosts.
Agent D: Please elaborate on that.
Dale Morlin: Mmm, you know them Comanche legends? About the mountain and all, well I'm thinking this building is built somewhere they don't want it.
Agent D: Indians? Have you talked to anyone on the reservations about it?
Dale Morlin: Now Bob, I ain't gonna give up my business just because some old spirits are not going up to God like they should, that's for damn sure.
Dale looks visibly tense
Agent D: How long have you owned the establishment?
Dale Morlin: We were looking at it in 71' but didn't get it till the beginning of 73', so almost 4 years now. Lucky the customers don't really notice it, but I'm sure they'll know now.
Dale laughs nervously
Agent D: Don't worry, I'm sure our piece will bring more business.
Agent K: Free advertising, right?
Agent D: Carlos, camera work?
Agent K: Sorry.
Dale relaxes and drinks his lemonade
Agent D: Any last remarks, Mr. Morlin?
Dale Morlin: Well, whatever it is, it's giving me the creeps. I hope it stops…heck, we could be a tourist attraction, haunted hardware store! Ain't that far from Route 66.
Agent D: Alright, well thank you Mr. Morlin, it's been a pleasure. Carlos, we can cut it there.
[END LOG]
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