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SCP-5104: Earth Burier
SCP- 5104 was detained in [DATA EXPUNGED], Wisconsin on [DATA EXPUNGED] 2020 after the deaths of all residence of its home at [DATA EXPUNGED] Beverly Lane would eventually die shortly after purchasing and living at the property. All victims would be found in the master bath with all bones crushed to dust. On the lap of the victims was always the same stone. The stone was made up of, as to our current knowledge, limestone and concrete. This particular stone piece was recognized as being the center of the suspected man-made wall that lined the raised flower bed which spanned the entirety of the house’s front side.
It took three deaths with the same outcome on the property for police to recognize that each time a person was found in the tub the flowerbed out front was stripped of its stone wall. This is when the SCP Foundation was called to confiscate the stone off the lap of the third victim.
While on route to the SCP Foundation researchers onboard noticed the stone could grow more of this concrete, limestone mix to reach sizes that the average human would not expect the original stone to grow to. Luckily, we were prepared for such a formality due to a journal that the third victim had written whilst being slowly killed by SCP-5104. The journal goes as follows.
“My name is Jacob [DATA EXPUNGED]. I will try to make this quick because I’m not certain how much time I have. It appears the monster I’m in only gets tighter as I move and struggle so hopefully, I can write this here and not move enough to get myself killed.
It has been four months since Lisa, my wife, had died and I believed moving out here to the simple and rolling hills of Wisconsin would be the best way to deal with the self-hatred and guilt I have been drowning in. This morning, day two of owning this land, I noticed it was 9am yet it was still pitch black outside as if it were the dead of night. Being nose to the window I could see that the air outside seemed full of ridges. It seemed there were sharp angles floating against my window and I couldn’t understand what was happening. I utilized my phone’s flashlight to see what it was and, to my eyes, I found that my entire house had been surrounded in rock. Every window was covered and most doors were sealed. To my surprise the front door opened inwards, per usual, but with great ease. There was a hole nearly 12-14 inches in diameter and seemed to lead about 20 feet to the outside world. I grabbed this notebook I am currently writing my fate in to document this phenomena. Lisa and I were experienced cavers and so, being the hard nut, I am, I had my hand at climbing through this hole. It started as a difficult squeeze; however, it wasn’t the worst I had wiggled through in my lifetime. I made it about 15 feet when I realized the rock on my waist and chest had actually gotten scarily tighter. I could’ve sworn when I was at my door looking through the hole that it was the same diameter all the way through. I have wiggled a bit but that only made the rock tighter. Looking forward I saw something that I still see in this moment that has me terrified and certain I will die in here. The outside world was still 20 feet away. I am suffocating. My drowling and excessive sweating is getting worse. I can barely breath as I write these words. I’m seeing something new. There are words about 10 feet from me reading ‘Why didn’t you stop her?’. I’m confused. They are being read through the voices of children. Voices that same to be coming from inside the rock. The words almost look like they are on a TV. They are red and transparent. It looks as though if I were close enough I could reach my hand straight through the words as if they are a hologram. ‘You knew she was drunk’. Are what they read now and I now feel an awful dread. This rock cage is talking to me about Lisa and the night she died. ‘You made her so angry she left to get away from you. Who knows, even if she didn’t crash she may have never came back anyway. You didn’t do much to stop her getting in that car. You bought the wine. You are filth and now you will be treated as the very dirt you step on everyday… just as you stepped on her life.’ I don’t have words. How does this rock know how to make me want to die? I need help, but it won’t be coming. This cave clearly has some sentience and is a failure of creation. These are my last words. I love you Lisa. If anybody finds this journal kill this wretched beast. I’m going to wiggle now. I am going to wiggle until it puts me out of this misery.”
With this data we determined this shapeshifting stone can span to at least a 200 square foot cube (the size it would need to be in order to have enveloped Jacob’s entire house and a bit of the front lawn). With these facts being known we have built a tank which is an exact copy of SCP-096’s quarters. We modified the tank with a lining of rubber to allow a suction effect and keep the tank airtight. As to our knowledge the most liquified form of SCP-5104 is that of fresh, wet, concrete. These procedures were created to ensure that not even water can get in or out of SCP-5104’s quarters.
By the time SCP-5104, along with its tank, were taken off the transport and brought into the facility SCP-5104 had already expanded to fill every crack and crevice of its tank. As of this moment there is no safe way to run tests on SCP-5104. We have determined that no matter what size of container we use SCP-5104 will always take the shape of the whole room. We can not open any section of the tank to allow for testing. The tank can sometimes be heard creaking as SCP-5104 attempts to expand its size beyond that of its containment.
Thanks to Jacob [DATA EXPUNGED]’s journal we know the nature of SCP-5104 is purely evil. It seems to want to not only give humans the horrible fate of being buried alive but also reminds the victims of their biggest mistakes and regrets before taking them.
With this knowledge and the lack of knowledge of how big SCP-5104 can make itself we have gave it Keter, apocalyptic, status. We will treat SCP-5104 as if it can and will expand to the point of burying the Earth alive.