Scp-318 Novels & Stories

Good for him. “I sincerely apologize, major, but I do not get why you are showing me this file,” I say frowning. The major stands up with that silly grin still on his face. “Can’t you read, commander? Female prisoner 3312, formerly known as Aubrey Campbell, 19-years-old. The only daughter of Mia Campbell, a well-known Eel we’ve been chasing for years. Prisoner 3312 was detained by your men while she was helping her mother attack the Ministry of Education three weeks ago,” he uselessly repeats what is in the file.

To find Natalie or Ash or just anyone, anyone that could give me some information about what was going on. Debris started falling from the sky so I ran, every instinct was telling me to run north, but for some reason all I could do was run towards the south. I must have run for hours and it was when I was rounding just an ordinary red brick one-story house that I notice something strange. Cooper was lying on the ground, and looked as though he was having a fit, but something stood in front of him, something slightly blurring, as though half in this world and another. Cooper continued wriggling and writhing on the ground as if some demonic being was trying to take control of his body. That’s

Julian whispered: “Crane built a ghost key into the network.” Sophie frowned. “How many of them can use it?” Julian didn’t answer. On day seven, Silas vanished. No breach. No sensor trip. He simply… disappeared. Elias was the first to notice. He checked the logs. Last sighting: 0300 hours. Standing in the garden. Speaking with Subject V-3. Cameras glitched during the interaction. V-3 refused to answer any questions. When Elias confronted her, she only said: “He didn’t run. He went inward.”

Between them, a child, maybe four or five, with soft features. And the eyes— The same storm-gray eyes as Christopher. Her breath caught. The air thickened. There was no date on the photo. No note. Just a silent, accusing stare. Aurelia. Ethan. And a child Isla never knew existed. She forced herself to keep looking. Behind the photo, a folded paper slipped out. She unfolded it carefully, pulse racing. Subject-317. Reassigned after disappearance. No recovery. Presumed dead. Terminated under Protocol-9. No further questions.

Another muttered, “Then burn the mirror.” They tried to sever Jayce from Naomi. Reassign him. Erase the link. But it was too late. He wasn’t just a test subject anymore. He was the archive of her design. And the only one who could awaken her if she broke. --- Room 314 was sealed permanently after Jayce’s thirteenth birthday. Forty-three test children dead. Five scientists disappeared. Two black box files redacted by Navarro himself. Jayce never spoke of what he endured.

Why did I agree to go with him. As if reading my thoughts he said "Don't be scared am not kidnapping you ,we will soon get there" I didn't say anything. After 5minutes he pulled over at a magnificent storey building I suspected to be an estate. So he was bringing me to his house all along. "Let's go in"he said. It was snowing so we ran in,the compound was beautiful ,we entered what I later got to know was an elevator. I have never entered one before,the elevator started moving upwards,to tell you the truth I was anxious.

“I will not lose him again.” Sebastian shivered at the sound of the tall boy’s voice. It was not the playful voice of a child, which they were accustomed to hearing, but that of a person who was ready to kill. “Let me take a look at Dorin,” said Benette beside him. “ They pulled Dorin off the chair and dragged him to the other side of the table. Vincent took a deep breath. Slowly, he let it out as he felt the presence of a wormhole beginning to open right in front of them.

Status: Active. Subject B (The Mind): Olivia [Redacted]. Status: Active. Subject C (The Shadow): [DATA CORRUPTED]. Status: ESCAPED. "Subject C?" Jack whispered. "There was a third one?" Catherine looked at the screen, her face pale. "Escaped? When?" The log scrolled to the bottom. Location of Subject C: Unknown. Warning: Subject C carries the instability marker. Do not engage. Jack tried to stand up, but his legs failed him. The victory of restarting the power felt hollow. They had just turned the lights on, only to reveal that there was another monster in the room with them. Or rather, out there in the dark.

Detroit said, not looking back, “continue observation on Subject Eight. Begin Phase Three when I authorize it. And make sure the neural restraints are reinforced. I don’t want a repeat of last month.” “Yes, sir,” the doctor said quickly, already typing on her pad. Silver would like to know Mia’s fate, but she knew better than poking her nose into everything. She hated people who don't mind their business either. They moved on from the chamber, their reflections gliding across the mirrored glass as they walked deeper into the heart of the facility. The deeper they went, the quieter it became…until even their footsteps was swallowed by the silence. They reached another door at the end of the c

cried Price. “Language!” Amy and I chided him at the same time. Isaac faced me with an incredulous frown. “C’mon.” I produced my phone, where I had downloaded Trisha’s SLS app, and looked up at the couch. “May I, ma’am?” “Show him,” the phone app replied, giving the Haunters a good start. “Thank you.” I opened the app and let Isaac see my screen. The sticks showed Ann sitting on the couch, with Edward and Joseph standing behind her like soldiers.