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Dr. Jermeiah Cortez
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SCP 0274
Known History: SCP-0274 is a building located of the southernmost coast of __. The Foundation became aware of scp-0274 due to a mass number of local citizens disappearing. A group of Researchers Headed by a Doctor Jermeiah Cortez was tasked with finding out the anomalous nature of the structure. Observation of the area outside the Structure were deemed inconclusive. Although one researcher noted an overwhelming feeling of Serenity. The team contacted command for permission to enter the structure after observing it for 3 days with no strange activity. Command gave the go ahead and sent a d-class exploratory unit out to the main site. Upon approaching the front entrance of scp-0274 the doors appeared locked, several of the d-class personnel attempted to force entry through various means, to no success. Only when d-class operative __ grabbed the handle did the doors open. D-class operative _ stated that the doors opened with ease and said he did not understand why anyone else was having trouble. The Team entered the facility with the doors closing quickly behind them. Each of the 5 team members were equipped with auditory and Video equipment that were immediately silenced as the doors closed. For more info I suggest you see the attached Journal.
Containment Procedures: scp-0274 must have a large chain-link fence surrounding the entire perimeter of the building at all times. No personnel are to enter the building under any circumstances and any retrieval of individuals, civilian or otherwise, is forbidden. Anything or anyone leaving scp-0274 is to be treated as a threat and apprehended and immediately taken into foundation custody. If human they are to be put on suicide watch and interrogated. Testing on scp-0274 is only to be done outside the facility until we find a safe way to enter. All equipment fails inside scp-0274 so drone exploration is impossible.

Journal Log: [journal entries are from D-class operative ]
Journal entry 1. The doors closed quickly behind us, the light in the building completely vanishing momentarily. It was pitch black and I could hear the others breathing panicked around me. Gradually, lights began to flicker on, one by one revealing a large shopping mall. The smell associated with these places still lingered, Cinnabon, pizza, you know that good old-fashioned American comfort food. Although….the smells were off. Not quite right. I can’t really explain at the moment. __, he seemed especially happy abut the smells, claiming that they reminded him of the mall he used to go to with his first high school girlfriend. He even noted that the layout was the same. To confirm his suspicions he walked to the second story bathroom next to the food court and found written on the wall him and that girlfriends name. obviously perturbed by this, he slumped against the wall seemingly in shock. We decided to take a break and gather our bearings. ____ was assigned to sit with the other operative while he recovered.
Journal entry 2. Well, it’s been a couple hours by the time on our watches, not like that matters. The daylight didn’t change once, always that perfect magic hour light. The operative who was familiar with this location had not recovered, although he had started acting stranger. Talking with someone who wasn’t there, calling her Bethany and claiming that if he would have known, he would have never left. Crying and sobbing profusely through a wide smile. I reached out to him, my hand on his shoulder and asked him who he was speaking with, he looked at me, his eyes shining with a bright blue tinge, he said he saw his girlfriend from high school, now a woman, beautiful as ever. I asked what she said to him, he continued to speak to me, although he turned back towards the invisible Bethany. He told me she said that had he stayed with her….he would’ve had an amazing family. Full of love from my children, I see them. He turned back towards me briefly, his cheeks wet with tears. They were… perfect. Suddenly, the lights began to flicker again, faster and faster, until it was almost like a strobe light, through the bright flashes I saw her, and him, smiling as the gazed into each other’s eyes, the children though….shadowy mists surrounded them, tendrils of the substance attached to the operative, then blackness…

Journal entry 3. The lights flickered back on, the mall was gone replaced by a cabin, the sound of cicadas and lapping water could be heard outside. Operative __ was gone. No sign of him. Absolutely none of our equipment worked. We all stood there for a moment, _ leaned his head against the window overlooking the lake, almost entranced. There was now only 4 of us. Again this cabin, seemingly normal, felt different. The sounds muted, the fire burning in the fireplace was warm, but it emitted no smoke. Operative ___ stuck his hand in the flame and did not burn himself. Realizing that _ hadn’t moved from the window since we got here, I turned to him, as the other two tried to open the door of the cabin. I asked if he recognized this place. He answered exactly as I knew he would. This cabin, it was his fathers. He spent many years of his youth playing in that lake outside, drying off in front of that fire. The best times of his life. Although him and his father had a falling out, and they had quit speaking. Being here made him feel overjoyed, he said he felt like he could stay here forever. He began acting as if this location was real. Claiming that his father should be here soon, probably went to the store for bait. The three of us tried to reason with him. Telling him who we were and why he was here. He laughed us off, claiming that we should save the beer for the lake. The door to the cabin previously unable to be budged by two full grown men swung open, and nothing was there, at least for us. The operative who had been talking of his father stood silent, his face white, as he walked forward stammering about how he was so happy to finally see him after all these years, and that he knew he should have reached out sooner. He wrapped his arms around an invisible force, I leaped to my feet and tried to grab him, pull him away, but he turned and shoved me to the ground, his eyes glowing with that same faint blue glow as I hit the ground, the fire extinguished leaving us in total utter darkness.

Journal entry 4. I stood back up, knowing I’d be in a different place an lose a different friend. I wanted the darkness to stay, ironically all these monsters and demons and ghouls that thrived in the dark, that I spent my career learning about, I wanted to stay there like one of them. The lights, they flickered on filling me with a sense of impeding doom. The room before me was a garage now. A bong on a washing machine and posters of famous rock musicians along the walls. A drumset and guitar were in the center of the garage, a burning cigarette in an ashtray was next to the drums. I looked down at my two comrades. They opened their eyes and stood up, I let them gather themselves and then asked whose garage this was. Operative __ stated that this was his parents’ garage. That he used to be in a stupid little rock band with some friends called Sweet Suicide. Although he fondly recounted doing shows and dreaming of that rock life. His childhood friend went on to be a professional musician and he decided to join the military. I nodded to my other comrade and we grabbed him, restraining him as best we could. Who knew if the ropes in this garage would actually do anything. I went to the door that entered the house while operative _ made sure our other team member remained subdued. I turned the knob and pulled, as hard as I could. No give at all. Behind me I heard the strumming of a guitar, I turned around to see the guitar hovering in midair, the strings plucked by unseen hands. Operative ___ stood up, his hands and legs still tied firmly, smiling and humming a tune. The drumsticks raised into the air and begin hitting the drums. The ropes on the operative disappeared, as a microphone materialized in the center of the guitar and drums, he grabbed it, his eyes with that same faint glow, and I knew he was lost. He began to sing, a tune mournful, in a language I didn’t understand. It filled me with a sense of recovered loss, such a specific feeling, the lights in the garage burned bright as he hit a high note. That same, foreboding black mist surrounding his body, the lights burst drowning me again in the sweet embrace of the dark.

Journal entry 5. A beach. Bright white sand. Seagulls in the distance. I can’t take it. I already know. I turn to my last comrade, as he takes in the beach before him, his mouth agape in awe. I don’t even want to hear the story this time. It still came. His honeymoon. Before he joined the foundation. Before life was so crazy, the love of his life. Bonfires and sex on the beach. The waves washing against the shore, he said, gave him the feeling of peace like nothing has ever in this world. I grasped his shoulders, shaking him hard, screaming in his face that this was all fake and that he couldn’t succumb to the hallucination. He just stared through me, smiling softly as he pushed me to the sand, I looked up at what he was walking towards. A tall humanoid figure, hunched over with 6 eyes in a circle in the center of its face, its maw dripped with thick. Gelatinous saliva. Landing in steaming piles on the sand turning it to glass. Operative _ didn’t see this however, he saw his beloved wife. He said he was happy to stay here forever in this bliss with her, as he grabbed that things gnarled…hand? The black tendrils emanated from the horrific being, wrapping around my friend I screamed, as the sun dimmed and the beach blackened to the darkest of night.

Journal entry 6.
Please no more light. The beast he’s in the light. I need the dark, in the dark I’m safe. I’m hiding in the closet of my first apartment. It’s dark in here. [unintelligible writing]. I hear it. it’s outside the door. As long as I remember this isn’t real I wont fall for the hallucination. Have to keep my bearings. My name is __ i work for foundation site __, I’m 23 years old, I was sent to explore an… a what? Shit. An anomaly, that’s right. But… what was it? oh god, I can feel my grip on reality slipping. I need a drink to calm my nerves. I’ll just head to the kitchen…NO! stay in the dark. stay in the dark. stay in the dark. stay in the dark. stay in the dark. stay in the dark.
stay in the dark.

That is the end of the journal logs. D-class operative _ was recovered after stumbling out of the front door of scp-0274. He was panicked, shielding his face from our flashlights and flailing and swinging at personnel as they tried to detain and calm him down. After physical restraint and much coercing by the psychiatric team he was able to be calmed and convinced he was back in reality. He was taken to an interview room and questioned of his experiences. No new information was gleamed than that was in the journal. He was monitored thereafter, he had a crippling phobia of light, and refused to be in well lit areas of the facility. Also increased depression in the individual was noted after multiple psyche evaluations. Unfortunately, d-class operative __ committed suicide in his home a few weeks after contact with scp-0274. An autopsy of the body discovered tissue damage akin to a mosquitos proboscis, although larger in the brain. The only locations with these strange holes were the right frontal cortex, the precuneus, the left amygdala, and the left insula, all associated with the feeling of happiness. No entry wounds were discovered on the skull of d-class operative___, so how these damaged areas occurred is anyone’s guess. No other operatives were recovered from scp-0274 as of this date. The site has been quarantined and given object class: safe considering that the anomalous properties of scp-0274 only seem to occur if entered into. Any further updates on scp-0274 will be added here as our investigations continue.