SCP-2480

Superfluous data expunged for the sake of brevity - listing logs relevant to the SCP-2480 anomaly.

Mission Log, Agent Myron Goldstein: Day 6

Cliche as it sounds, I've been starting to detect a certain wrongness here. It isn't anything that I can actually pinpoint to. In another place I'd probably dismiss the thought immediately. Last night I saw a man mowing his lawn at midnight. Strange behavior but not itself an anomaly. Maybe just eccentric. This morning I noticed a man staring me down at the fish market - his eyes never blinked once.

There's a smell too. Not fish, not the sea; subtle but pungent all the same.

Mission Log, Agent Adam Grayson: Day 11

I'm not comfortable in this hotel one bit. You can hear people running about at all hours of the night. Can't get any sleep - keep checking the damn peephole. Last night, decided to check it one last time before heading to bed. Saw a face, couldn't tell if it was a man or woman, but as soon as I looked they started to slam their head against the door. Over and over.

Over and over. They just wouldn't stop.

Mission Log, Agent Emma Lightbody: Day 16

I don't know what Command is waiting for. Our target is Bodfel Estate but they've stayed their hand so far; maybe know something we don't.

A nervous looking man approached me on the street. Reeked of whisky but his tone was sincere - asked me if I was a Fed. Lied, said I was, and was able to get some info.

Talked about monsters in the fog. "Screaming their secrets" he said. No idea what he meant by it.

Said it's been like this for over forty years.

They found him dead the very next day. Locals claimed he drowned. This town is full of liars.

Mission Log, Agent Frank Giuseppe: Day 20

Fog is thick here. Always raining. Even the trees look sad. Like they're stuck in Autumn or something. Too much gray, not enough green. The locals don't talk much. Seem to keep to themselves. Strange for a supposed vacation destination. The majority of folks don't seem to ever smile. Look damn tired too. Some even sickly.

My first weird encounter was today. Saw a bunch of kids gathered on the street around dusk. Thought they were playing a game but as soon as they noticed me, they scattered - leaving behind what had their attention.

It was a dead dog. Looked like a black lab actually. Had one as a lad and seeing it nearly brought me to tears.

Hit my weak spot, I guess. I've seen plenty of human corpses. Never felt a thing.

That wasn't really the odd part. It would be one thing if they were poking it with a stick. I mean, kids get curious and all. But no. This was different. Poor critter was partially flayed and covered in bite marks. Big chunks torn from it.

Those kids were having a god damn snack out here.

Mission Log, Agent Emma Lightbody: Day 30

Giuseppe and I decided to do some exploration. Plenty of abandoned buildings to choose from. Decided to check out a two-story house by the waterfront. The inside wasn't quite what we were expecting. The interior was covered in gibberish and symbols. Odd, but not anomalous. Another notable detail was in the living room. Had one of those tiny screen TVs; the sort you'd see in the 50s and 60s. There four "TV dinner" trays, still standing and holding half-eaten meals (decayed beyond recognition). What family abandons their home, and all their belongings, in the middle of dinner?

Thought we caught a glimpse of someone. Chased them upstairs but never found anyone. Giuseppe thinks we were chasing our own shadows. Maybe he was right.

We'll check out another place tomorrow. Maybe secure us a proper anomaly.

Mission Log, Agent Reese Maynard: Day 37

Seven days. Seven days without any word from Giuseppe. Lightbody said they had plans to rendezvous at an old mill but he never showed. Did a sweep of his place and found a few things of interest: All the doors were locked. Windows too. DNA and fingerprints gathered at the scene matched no one but Giuseppe. The TV was left on.

We have nothing to go on. It's like he ceased to exist.

Mission Log, Agent Harold Mason: Day 39

The others underestimate the dive bar scene in this town. Some think you can't trust a drunk to offer proper intel but they're wrong - just have to filter out the noise. Besides, the inebriated seem to be the only honest folk here and easy to bleed for information.

Chatted up a cute native. Loosened her lips with a few drinks. Got nothing of value, at least with regards to information.

Conversed with an old fisherman. Looked like he'd seen some rough living. Rambled a lot. Started sobbing about lost siblings. Said Bodfel took two sisters and a brother. Questioned him more but couldn't get him to answer if he meant the estate or the dead millionaire himself. Guess he was old enough for the latter. Saw the original report in the mission briefing - Bodfel was a sick fuck. I doubt the whole cult died with him either.

Man was delirious by the end. Said the town had a "god-shaped hole" in it. Couldn't get him to elaborate.

Mission Log, Agent Myron Goldstein: Day 40

Agent Grayson is dead. I can't say exactly *what* I saw but it was enough for me to know that he didn't make it.

We were having a few beers at the docks, comparing notes. Said he felt like he was being followed. Told him we were all feeling something like that. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep; kept twitching too.

It all happened so fast.

I felt the hairs on my neck rise. The air smelled of thunder. Assumed a storm was brewing. I saw Grayson's eyes widen and in an instant he was turned to slurry. Hit by some invisible force. There I was - covered in blood and bile - the small chunks of Grayson spilling into the harbor. Through it all I felt a presence. Whatever it was, I think it wanted me to know how easily it could do this to me too. I don't know why it spared me.

A crowd looked on from a distance. A few twisted their lips into a plastic smile, but most averted their gaze, lowered their heads and went back to their daily routine. I wish we could just raze this place and have it all done with.

Statement of Dr. Calixto Narváez:

Surveillance of ███████ revealed patterns of possible significance. This includes:

• Excessive Procreation - the average ███████ household having twelve children; a number unsupported by census data. Approximately 80% of children born over the last thirty years lack birth certificates or social security numbers. Local inquiries have failed to ascertain why this might be. I suspect religious reasoning, similar to the Quiverfull.⁸
• Cognitive Impairment - many residents appear to have difficulty with memory retention and subsyndromal delirium (mental fatigue). Subtle hallucinations are not uncommon.
• Drug Abuse - the community appears to consume approximately 200% more alcohol than the statewide average. The use of hallucinogens is seemingly non-existent.
• Disappearances - the number of disappearances within the vicinity of ███████ is the highest in the state. This has been blamed on geographical features such as dense forest and marshland by local, state, and federal law enforcement agencies. The actual number of missing is speculated to be much higher, involving the unreported disappearances of transients and local residents.
• Suspicious Deaths - many local fatalities suggest foul play and possibly anomalous causes of death. All such deaths have been recorded as accidental or suicide, even when contradictory evidence is provided to law enforcement. Example: A woman was discovered with her body structurally inverted. Police concluded her state to be self-inflicted (although this would be impossible).
• Apathy - an unusual malaise affects the town, as should readily be apparent from the previous examples of abnormalities.

From my experience with SCP-███ and SCP-███, I hypothesize that we are dealing with an anomaly beyond our senses (and that of our technology), one capable of creating a facsimile of baseline reality; invisible but not entirely intangible. Request access to N,N-Dimethyltryptamine (N,N-DMT). Previous experiments with human perception have yielded positive results from N,N-DMT. A requisition form has been filed and awaits proper authorization.

To better explain the reasoning behind my request:

In 1976 I was sent to investigate ██████, Brazil - a community displaying abnormalities akin to those related to SCP-2480. I eventually came in contact with an indigenous tribe in the southern part of the Brazilian Amazon; a people unaffected but surprisingly aware of the anomaly. Introduced to their shaman, I learned of the aberrations that lurked beyond mortal sight. The tribe had many words for these entities but the most common could be translated as "None Stand Where They Do" and were associated with a condition known as soul sickness. They were viewed as distinct from the spirits of their animist traditions, a "living wound" on nature brought to their land by colonists.

Their shaman showed me yopo⁹ and I experienced the world as they saw it. At the time, I merely dismissed it as a hallucination.

DMT is commonly held to be a hallucinogen. This is demonstrably false, as noted with my experiments with SCP-███. It is a perception enhancer, allowing us to sense that which evolution has strangely seen fit to obscure. DMT, when properly administered, should be able to activate this normally dormant level of perception for anyone.

To put it simply, it removes our perceptional filters so that we might perceive reality for what it really is.

DMT Testing I:

I (Dr. Narváez) enter the town center at 0900 with an inhaler containing 60 mg of DMT and a concealed radio and video feed connected directly to my assistant (Dr. Wu). I intend to use the first hour to observe my surroundings before administrating DMT.

I inhale the DMT. Within approximately one minute I experience a tingling numbness throughout my body. Colors have become more vivid and soon a yellow fog cloaks the town. I see people in dark, hooded robes; their outfits appearing to be composed of poorly stitched together leathers and hides. I cannot see their faces and I feel, instinctively, that I must not look upon them. The majority of locals appear surprisingly normal, they move around or stand aside when the hooded figures approach; never do they make eye contact. Wu informs me of this odd behavior, noting that the locals appeared to be evading something unseen.

I continue to explore.

I now see that the buildings are in a state of ruin, covered in a pulsating, fleshy material. Wu states that they look perfectly normal to him. I see a drainage system, a black fluid flows through it and carries with it an amber sheen. Wu cannot see it whatsoever. A church in the center of town has been completely replaced by a black ziggurat. The cowled entities prostrate themselves before the structure - I must assume that it holds religious significance.

I see a robed entity in the distance; they are abnormally tall and holds several unknown creatures by a leash. I examine the leash more closely - its composition not unlike that of intestines. The creatures have small, unblinking eyes; their mouths display several rows of needle-like teeth. Their flesh is sickly pale yet muscular. They gibber madly and move with a frenzied pace.

Wu tells me that he sees a teacher with young students. Possibly on a field trip.

I observe several of the creatures attack one of their own, its size suggesting it to be the runt of their pack. They rend its flesh with their talons and teeth as it squeals in pain. Wu states that he sees several of the children bullying another.

I avert my eyes, unable to watch more. I look skyward and see tall spires, composed of a chitinous-like material, towering over the town. I do not understand their purpose. I require proof that this hidden world is real but must obtain it without drawing attention to myself.

I remove a bottle of water from my satchel and consume it before backtracking to where I had seen the strange liquid. Crouching down, I fill the plastic container with the viscous substance.

The other world begins to fade and I am returned to reality, the effects of the DMT having likely worn off. I turn my eyes to the bottle; it appears empty to my eyes but I can feel the weight of the liquid.

Never before have I experienced anything like this. Besides the organic structures, I recall seeing black banners with a yellow, spiral-like symbol. I felt as though I had seen that glyph before but its meaning and origin escape recollection.

Lab Results: Material became visible after its removal from SCP-2480's hypothesized zone of influence; it is black and reflects light with an amber shimmer. Substance is a liquid, although somewhat gelatinous. Miscroscopic analysis has revealed organelle-like structures resembling free mitochondria in a particularly viscous serum with high levels of unidentified fatty acids. Research is underway.

DMT Testing II:

I (Dr. Narváez), accompanied by Agent Lightbody and Agent Goldstein, enter the house that - until recently - was occupied by Agent Giuseppe. Initial investigation showed no evidence as to what might have possibly happened, although foul play is assumed. As was done in my previous experiment, I have a live video feed connected to my assistant (Dr. Wu) and intend to inhale 60 mg of DMT.

After inspecting the building, I administer the DMT.

As expected, within approximately one minute I experience a tingling sensation throughout my body.

I now perceive the house as it truly is. Decaying, covered in excrement and blood. I can smell it. Taste it. I imagine this to be what it is like to bite into a tumor. Better to say a rotten tumor. Tumors are just flesh, after all.

In the living room, written on the wall just above the couch, is the phrase:

HE IS DREAMING WAR
ADYTUM WILL RISE

The meaning of these words are beyond my understanding.

There are other symbols; they are in a language I have never seen before and impossible to decipher.

We intend to search the basement. It is an ancient root cellar. On the far end is a large spiral painted on the wall - I feel compelled to inspect it closer. As I draw closer, the wall fades yet the symbol remains as if painted upon empty air. Through this archway are descending stairs. As I enter, Wu informs me that I walked into the wall and the camera went black. There is no wall. There was never a wall. Only a clever illusion.

The agents are concerned. They cannot see the way. I tell them to close their eyes and step through as I did. Now, all three of us, are on the other side; they too see the descending stone stairs. We walk down the stairs and enter a tunnel; into the bowels of the basement's basement.

The walls quiver and tremble with life. Porous, they bleed a sap like material. Contact with Wu is lost; our GPS devices fail us. Lightbody looks to her compass, the pointer whirls and twirls.

The tunnel divides, branching out in many directions. I choose the path to my left. We walk for only a few minutes before reaching a rotted, wooden door. I ask the agents if they are able to perceive it as well - they can. We push the door open and enter, only to exit from an old shack of obviously baseline appearance. GPS shows that we are on the entirely opposite side of the town. Contact is reestablished with Dr. Wu. We appear to be in a field of some kind, a yellow fog blanketing the land.

Dr. Wu and the agents describe the area as likely abandoned farmland; GPS suggesting that we were relatively close to Bodfel Estate. I inhale another 60 mg of DMT (note: research a way to lengthen the effect) and request that Agent Goldstein takes the lead. I feel a sense of dread but attempt my best to hide it.

I hear heavy breathing. Even heavier footsteps. The others hear nothing whatsoever.

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These notes must be done in retrospect; Goldstein, regrettably, could not see the threat and I was too slow to react. I mourn his loss but must describe the encounter in as much detail as possible:

I saw the silhouette of a massive humanoid, estimated to be over 4 meters in height, as it shambled out from the fog. I wanted to scream but attempted to remain calm in order to gather as much data as possible. Physical description: Its flesh was pale and flabby, its face dominated by a large, tooth filled mouth; entity lacking visible eyes, ears, or nostrils. Its teeth and three-fingered hands were heavily stained, seemingly caked in viscera.¹⁰

The entity charged us, loping like a colossal gorilla. I inform the others that it would be best that we retreat but it would prove too late for Agent Goldstein. The entity lifted him with a single hand and bit down into his torso, disemboweling him in the process.

We serpentine through the fields, unable to find the shack from which we came. I was unarmed yet I alone had the means to lead. I should have supplied her with DMT, something I deeply regret in retrospect. I could feel the ground beneath my feet quake; casting my eyes downward, I saw not soil but fragmented flesh - like Harlequin-type ichthyosis.¹¹ With each step I took, the skin splintered and gushed like an infected, puss filled wound. The ground would soon rupture with slithering, crimson colored tendrils¹²; they snatch Agent Lightbody by her ankle, pulling her into a hole far too small for any human. I hear her screams and the breaking of her bones.

I ran and never looked back. I hope this is enough evidence. I have no wish to return to that place.