Link to article: SCP-8118-5.
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[[div class="blockquote"]] = **Audio Log - 15/02/2024** ----- = **RECORDING START** ----- @@ @@ //Heavy breathing, accompanied by the sounds of someone running.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** Fuck. @@ @@ //Silence, save for the sounds of running.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** FUCK! @@ @@ //Running continues for the next 5 minutes. It stops, with the only sounds now being heavy breathing.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** I'm clear, I think. @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** Saw something move. Human. @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** Human-like. No clue if it was 8118. How many people have gotten stuck here? @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** I don't think all of them got to trigger GIVEN CRY. @@ @@ //Silence.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** Standing in, uh. Room's one big window. Pitch black outside, from where I'm standing. I don't think there's anything past the glass. @@ @@ //Footsteps.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** Haven't really caught my breath yet. It's all one piece of glass, spherical. There's a loveseat in the middle of the room, which I am not touching with a ten-foot pole. @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** I don't see any way back out of the room that isn't where I came from, and I'd rather camp out here forever than go back. @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** It was- It was really a sight, Archie. Whatever I saw, it was eating a corpse. @@ @@ //Silence.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** The blood was dry, too. It doesn't live off the human flesh. It was showing me. @@ @@ //Silence.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** I've all but forgotten what the original floor plan was for the site. I //think// I'm underground. Gut feeling. @@ @@ //Silence.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** And yet, through the glass, there's only the abyss. @@ @@ //Silence.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** I'm... Starting to see things, Archie. I think. @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** There's just- you know how one of your eyes can sometimes see past an obstacle? How sometimes, when you close one eye, your perspective shifts enough to let you see beyond someone's head? @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** That feeling's followed me all day. @@ @@ //Silence.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** I don't know where any door leads, in here. I couldn't care less about finding whatever's causing this anymore. I just wanna close my left eye, and see the things hiding in the dark. @@ @@ //Silence.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** I can see a small spot, you know? Beyond the abyss, through the glass. I didn't think it was real, but as I see it now nothing has ever looked more real. @@ @@ //Silence.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** A small glimmer. @@ @@ //Silence.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** Growing slightly closer, too. @@ @@ //Silence in the recording for the next 10 minutes. A low hum can be picked up by enhancing the audio quality, although it is imperceptible otherwise. It slowly rises in pitch as time goes on.// @@ @@ **OBSERVER:** Heh. @@ @@ ----- = **RECORDING END** ----- [[/div]] @@ @@ @@ @@ ----- @@ @@ @@ @@