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SITE 11 NEWSLETTER

02-21-18

Lost Items

  • A pair of sunglasses. Believed to have been lost on the 4th floor on Tuesday. Return to Dr. Lane.
  • A white iPhone 4. If found, please contact Technician Connor on 1-412-808-5482.

Researcher James is looking for anybody who would be willing to split rent on a 2-bedroom apartment in Illinois. Email moc.liamg|retracj#moc.liamg|retracj if interested for more details.

Dr. Lane's RV is still available for purchase. It's a 2015 Thor Chateau 24C, it has 2000 miles, and the asking price is $11,000.

And finally, Junior Assistant Cable, the administration board urges you to stop requesting that your cat be considered for SCP status. They wish to remind you that they have not observed any anomalous behavior being exhibited by Rolo, nor does any evidence suggest that Rolo is anything more than a standard Maine coon. If further requests are submitted, disciplinary action will be taken.



Operator: 911, what's your emergency?

Caller: Hi, I have reason to believe that someone's stolen some things from my apartment.

Operator: Okay, sir. What evidence do you have that leads to that conclusion?

Caller: Well, I left this morning to go to work, and when I came back a bunch of my shit was missing.

Operator: What was missing?

Caller: Uh… I'm not sure about everything, but I know this much: a jar of instant coffee, some shaving cream, mouthwash, toothpaste, and my digital camera.

Operator: How much was that camera worth, sir?

Caller: Probably about ten dollars.

Operator: Sir, you've called the police to report a burglary of items totaling less then $20. Was there any sign of forced entry?

Caller: …no.

Operator: Is it at all possible that you threw those items away yourself and then forgot about it?

Caller: No! They were all there this morning! I'm not going mad!

Operator: I see. Well, I'll send someone around. We're actually not very busy at the moment, but I'm afraid your case is low-priority, so it might take some time.

Caller: Thanks. Thank you so much.


He wasn't going mad. He knew that much. But what he was currently experiencing defied any rational explanation… bar one. When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

Over the course of the last few days, he'd begun to notice small changes to his flat. The oven door had been opened. A picture had been smashed. Once, in the middle of the night, he had been awoken by voices coming from an adjacent room; somehow, the TV had turned itself on at 3AM.

It couldn't have been a burglar. Even when things began to go missing, he'd been adamant that he knew exactly who was to blame. But despite everything he tried, the robberies kept happening. Every time he drove further, put him in yet more remote places… but to no avail.

And now this. He knew he'd crossed some sort of line. He gently placed his phone on the table, making sure not to move violently, and sat, arms neatly folded, on the sofa, repressing the tremors that threatened to break out at any moment. Because someone was watching him. Someone who nobody would ever believe could be responsible for more than a ripped cushion.

So Marcus Cable sat, motionless, as Rolo watched, green eyes piercing the dim light of a Wednesday afternoon.