Endiep's First SCP Drafts

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid (pending reclassification to Safe)

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be under surveillance at all times. If approached by anyone without SCP authorization, guards must use and maintain Cover Story-F. If necessary, Class-B amnestics are to be used. Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 are to be terminated at approximately 60 minutes from generation. Fauna within a mile radius of SCP-XXXX are to be terminated or relocated.

Description: SCP-XXXX is what appears to a suburban house, located in a clearing in the middle of the woods about 10 miles southeast from the town of ███████, Russia. This house is supposedly impenetrable, and has resisted all efforts in trying to breach it. At exactly 9:03 AM every Wednesday, an instance of SCP-XXXX-1 exits the front door of SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-1 is a caucasian male that appears to be between the age of 20 and 30. SCP-XXXX-1 instances will always be wearing a gray suit, carrying a briefcase filled with documents for a law firm located in Denver, CO.

When SCP-XXXX-1 exits SCP-XXXX, it appears extremely confused. SCP-XXXX-1 will attempt to reenter SCP-XXXX via the front door, but it is unable to be opened. SCP-XXXX-1 will then proceed to go around the SCP-XXXX and check the backdoor, which also appears to be unable to open. After this, SCP-XXXX-1 will check its phone1, and sit down on the front steps of SCP-XXXX for approximately 15 minutes. The instance of SCP-XXXX-1 will then begin to walk southwest from SCP-XXXX. The subject is then to be terminated approximately two miles from SCP-XXXX, and incinerated. This pattern will change in various ways depending on aspects such as weather, climate, and previously fauna.

Containment Procedures were put into place after the third instance of SCP-XXXX-1 was recorded. Controversy arose soon after by the Ethics Committee to whether it is humane to repeatedly terminate instances of SCP-XXXX-1. Due to SCP-XXXX's constant supply of instances of SCP-XXXX-1, termination was authorized by the Site Director ██████.

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1

Interviewer: Dr. Williams

Foreword: An instance of SCP-XXXX-1 was extracted around 15 seconds after leaving SCP-XXXX by Security personnel and brought to a makeshift research facility around 2 miles south of SCP-XXXX.

<Begin Log

Dr. Williams: Hello, my name is Dr. Williams.

SCP-XXXX-1: I'm… I'm Michael Coleman. Where are we?

Dr. Williams: We are currently in western Russia.

SCP-XXXX-1: What? That can't be right. I live in Colorado!

Dr. Williams: Mr. Coleman, what were you doing prior to leaving your house?

SCP-XXXX-1: I was just getting ready to leave my house, I was late for work. I usually get there at seven, but I slept through my alarm clock this morning.

Dr. Williams: Was there a reason for you to sleep in last night?

SCP-XXXX-1: …Yeah, I stayed at work pretty late, and couldn't sleep when I got home.

Dr. Williams: Do you happen to know what the date is?

SCP-XXXX-1: Yeah, it's the March 30, 2011.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: The subject was terminated after the interview, and personnel then continued the previous cycle of termination. The actual date of the interview was August 12, 2012.

Addendum: There is a Michael Coleman, currently still living in █████, Denver. Neither Michael Coleman nor his house show any anomalous activity other than the fact that they are almost exact identical replicas of SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-1.

Interviewed: Michael Coleman

Interviewer: Dr. Williams

Foreword: Michael Coleman was extracted by agents in Colorado to find out more information on what occurred on March 29, 2011.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Williams: So, lets introduce ourselves. I'm Dr. Williams.

Michael Coleman: Who are you people? What the hell's going on?

Dr. Williams: We just want to have a discussion, what's your name?

Michael Coleman: My name… I'm Michael Coleman.

Dr. Williams: Alright, Mr. Coleman. What do you do for a living?

Michael Coleman: I work at the ███████ law firm, in Denver.

Dr. Williams: Is this work particularly hard? Do you normally stay up late to work?

Michael Coleman: Not normally, no.

Dr. Williams: Mr. Coleman, do you remember what happened on the night of March 29?

Michael Coleman: -Remains silent

Dr. Williams: Mr. Coleman?

Michael Coleman: I'm not crazy… I talked to a phycologist about it…

Dr. Williams: Could you elaborate?

Michael Coleman: I got home late that night, up to my neck in stress. I'm usually not swamped with work, but this night was different. It took me hours to fall asleep, but when I did, I had this nightmare…

Dr. Williams: Please continue.

Michael Coleman: It felt like it lasted an eternity. I woke up, realized I was two hours late to work, and then rushed to get ready as quickly as possible. I step out my front door, and realize that I'm not in my neighborhood, my house is in the middle of fucking nowhere. I try to get back in my house, but it's like everything's been nailed shut. Eventually, I start to walk away, and I get about an hour or two in before I clutch my chest, and I can't breathe. Everything went black… I could feel the pain…

Dr. Williams: Please continue.

Michael Coleman: That kept on repeating. I woke up in a cold sweat, but I couldn't remember what I was dreaming about. Realized I was late for work, and repeated the cycle. Some days were different though, it might be raining, snowing, hailing… I think I was attacked by a bear once. Most occasions I'd see one of my…bodies… from before. Once I saw them, I knew I was in a dream, even though everything felt so real. I knew I'd wake up any moment.
One day, something changed. I repeated the same cycle, but this time, instead of walking for about 2 hours, I only get about a quarter of the way before I hear a gunshot, and I wake up. This continued for a while, until one day, I left my front door and these two guys with guns told me to follow them. I did as I was told, 'cause they have guns, and they took me to this tent. I had to-

Dr. Williams: Mr. Coleman?
Michael Coleman: You were there. You already knew my name, didn't you?! What the fuck's going on?!

Dr. Williams: Please calm down, take a seat. Finish the story.

Michael Coleman: …In the end of the dream, I wake up one last time, continue the cycle, and walk out the door. When I step outside though, it's like the sky's on fire… I try to reopen my door, but it's like it locked behind me, as usual. I get one of the heavier stones from outside, and hurl it at the window in a desperate attempt to get back inside. It bounces off as if the glass were bulletproof. I take one last look at the sky, and that's it. I wake up two hours late for work, this time remembering my dream entirely. It felt like a spent an eternity asleep, and died hundreds of times over. I decided to take the day off.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Class B amnestics were used, and the subject was returned to his home.