The odor of the place was putrid, rotting meat and formaldehyde, together with the coppery scent of blood. Michelle's first response was to show her face manner from the breeze carrying that terrible odor,…

Original story: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-samaritan

It's amazing how death changes a person. That's not to say the person themselves (even though it's safe to say they do undergo a profound change), but who they are to you, and how they stand in your…

Original story: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/stitches

“…Please be seated. Let's get to business, I know you are all busy, and I appreciate all of you taking time out…” “Cut it, Three.” “…Very well. I think we all know the issue at hand. What with the…

Original story: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-king-is-dead

Outside the apartment’s windows, the sound of children laughing drifted from the park, a block away. Professor Ian Thomas sank into his couch without really looking around the room. He closed his…

Original story: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/a-visitation

Today MisterBibs, Agent of the Foundation, was having string of good luck for the past month. This, naturally, gave him an astonishingly bad mood. Bibs wasn't an entirely spiritual person, but he…

Original story: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-improbable-bibs

More recent reports on brain activity suggest that SCP-239 is developing a complete resistance to the rotation of drugs we’ve used to keep her comatose. This could easily result in her reawakening….

Original story: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/unfinished-business

Agent Strelnikov sat in his office, reading the latest reports on the recent round of tests on SCP-682. Nothing unusual. A few (actually, not so few) D-Class deaths, and a near-escape by that damned…

Original story: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/like-a-russian-racehorse

Dr. Iceberg wove his way down the hall on a makeshift I.V. crutch, with Dr. Gears limping alongside. Most of the security teams and cleaning crews had already passed, so they had the hall to…

Original story: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/epitaph

Randy Bragg’s arms still hurt from the morning pushups he had recently resumed. He had to do something, after all. Even if it meant that his food might not last as long, that the precious,…

Original story: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-man-from-maple-street

The weather that afternoon was unabashedly foul. The sky was heavy with clouds, the dark grey wetness oozing into everything until nothing was dry. Patches of skeletal, leafless trees stood guard…

Original story: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/business-as-usual