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The Society for Charting the Paranatural - New Jersey Chapter
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Case #: SCP-5XXX
Disruption: Flame
Risk: Danger
VERDICT: Safe, Glowing Wasteland
Special Case Procedures:
Description:
SCP-5XXX is a house in Farsight Road, New Jersey, formerly the residence of SCP member Nicola Ascesa (a low-level reality warper who also had membership in GAW and New Jersey's Serpent Hand chapter). Though seemingly normal from the outside, the house inside is a host to many different anomalies, some of which have been listed below:
- screams emanating randomly from unknown places, sometimes in the space near your head; they all beg for mercy
- An inability for fire to be put out; the fire also screams mercy
- sudden elevation of the temperature inside the room to great heights
- Pupils of eyes of people in photos and paintings tracking every human; their faces are one with contempt
- Sudden flashes of light in the windows from the inside
- chains suddenly manifesting near your body; their touch is freezing, causing an anomalous effect that causes heat to simply ignore affected parts of your body
- Objects suddenly floating up and hurling themselves at humans: they all demanifest into dust before they hit the target, reforming again at their original position
- An inability to open or damage the door to the attic; The search for the key is still ongoing
Nicola Ascesa has yet to be found.
The cause of this anomaly was a mystery: Nicola Ascesa was herself a mysterious individual, and though friendly and social, preferred not to relate anything about her background at all. All that is known that on June 6, 2016, the house suddenly flashed yellow for a few seconds, loud explosions being heard. When the Society came to investigate this phenomenon, this note was found on the door:
Sender: A Doomed Loser
Sent to: The World
Subject: My Deserved Destruction
Content:
God is after me
God is my destiny.
Sang by raindrops, by the stride of air; by sunshine, by moonbeam, by the breath of the dead. All singing my coming destruction, for God was after me.
Who was I to think, to dream of being ascendant against God: this Great Song's Singer, our Existence of Morals; who was I to think, for the mere thing of not falling to a firestorm that ate the plane and my parents that day?
Was I, by my birth and my mind, really thinking I could ever succeed?
I am but a sponge on what many others know, and what others know is but a screaming serpent in the face of… a God.No, I am worse
I am a murderer
I attempted to murder peace, to murder reality.
In my arrogance, I saw this peace as constraining; in my pride, I thought to overlay this peace with my own egotistical dreams
But… in the end, I'm but a mere worm; an annoyance, a pest
But all pests deserve destruction. And so, God is after me.
I could beg… it's too late for that. I should have done that years ago. Before I attempted my crime, my horrid idealizations… now, only destruction.
God is after me.
Do not make a funeral for me: I am not to be remembered but hated. Do not write tributes for me: my destruction is all the tribute this worthless figure deserves.
For as I write, the air chokes me.
The sun scorches me, while refusing to give me heat.
The cells of my body eat me.
Time ravages faster than me.
For all is under and is and will be God.
And I?
Rat running in the desert.
Parching
Realizing too late as a firestorm approaches…
that I never moved an inch.
A footstep!
Annihilation!
Death waits for a trapped soul!
Addendum SCP-5XXX-A:
The key to the bedroom was found on June 16, 2016. When the bedroom was opened, it was found to have been greatly enlarged within, most of it covered in piles of flesh and blood and bones with reality warping features.
A note was found attached to the other side of the bedroom door. It read:
How do you bait a deity?
Flattery
P.S. : Sorry for the mess, I'll fix it when I can.
