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The D-Class runs through the halls of an empty
grocery store, with nothing but darkness around

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him.

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He turns corner after corner, searching for
a door, but there are only endless aisles

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and stretches of blank wall.

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Nowhere to go.

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Nowhere to run.

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Behind him, he can hear a soft, wet gurgling
sound.

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He turns, eyes wide in horror, and something
pulls him down into the floor below, swallowing

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his screams.

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The day is drawing to a close, the sun dipping
over the horizon as families across the small

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town wash up after dinner, placing their dirty
dishes in the sink and starting to wind down

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for the evening.

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For those rare few with office jobs in this
town, the work day stopped at five PM, and

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now there is nothing but rest ahead of them
until the day begins fresh again in the morning.

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But for the employees working the graveyard
shift at the local, woefully understaffed

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grocery store, the day is far from over.

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There's closing time at 10 PM, then cleaning,
locking up for the night, and eventually,

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mercifully, clocking out.

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One of the workers, a young woman, watches
the clock through heavy eyes, threatening

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to close.

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She shouldn't have picked up this extra shift.

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Working a double was overly ambitious today,
and she can feel exhaustion creeping up on

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her, threatening to drag her down into an
inadvisable on-the-clock slumber.

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It's almost 8:00...only a few more hours to
go.

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She can make it.

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Ordinarily, she'd try to make small talk with
her coworkers, but several of them called

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in sick today.

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It's just her and one cashier who's been on
break for way longer than the allotted fifteen

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minutes.

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So really, it's just her.

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She busies herself, shelving jars of peanut
butter, watching the seconds tick by.

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More of the work day, gone.

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More of her so-called summer vacation, gone.

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But, every hour worked is more money in the
bank, more in the travel fund that will take

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her out of this town and toward something
that might actually make her happy.

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She just has to save up enough, has to face
these monotonous days and the same repeating

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carousel of faces a little bit longer.

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Then, it will all be worth it.

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She tries not to think about the fact that
her older coworkers have said the same thing

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about themselves, the ones who have worked
here for ten years.

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They all thought they'd be out of here in
a year, too.

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But they aren't.

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They're still bagging groceries for their
neighbors and former classmates, watching

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the seconds tick by on that grimy old clock.

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As she reaches down for another jar, someone
suddenly speaks just behind her.

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They ask if they can help her find anything.

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She spins around, startled, the jar slipping
from her grasp and landing on the ground with

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a crash, glass and peanut butter sprayed across
the floor.

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There's no one there.

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She must be imagining things, she thinks,
but when she turns her back, she hears it

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again.

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She spins around, quicker this time, hoping
to catch them in the act.

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There's something so familiar about that voice...did
another coworker come in after all?

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No, it's not one of her coworkers...suddenly,
as she hears the voice speak again, asking

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if she wants a paper or plastic bag, her stomach
drops.

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She knows now.

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The voice...is her own.

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That's it, she's officially too exhausted
to keep working right now.

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There aren't any customers in the store, so
she's going to head to the break room and

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try to get her head together.

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As she starts the walk there, she suddenly
realizes that she can't find the door.

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The door to the break room is there, but...where
is the exit?

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The doors she comes through every single day
before clocking in, the doors that she practically

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sprints toward when her shifts close out,
the ones that lead to freedom and home and

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a chance to remember herself as a person and
not just an endless stretch of meaningless

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tasks.

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Somehow...the door is gone.

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No, that can't be possible.

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Doors don't just vanish.

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She's gotten turned around, she's misplaced
it.

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She paces through the store, determined to
find the door, but she can't.

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It truly seems to have vanished.

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Sweat begins to bead on her forehead, her
hands trembling as she retraces her steps

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over and over again.

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It isn't an especially big store, she can't
be lost.

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No, it's just her worst nightmare coming true.

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She can never go home, can never clock out.

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She's going to be at work for all eternity.

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Her mouth dries up, she has trouble swallowing,
trouble catching her breath as her breathing

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becomes shallower, tinged with panic.

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It's an impossible situation, but she just
knows that this is it, that she'll never get

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to go home again.

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At the same time, she has never wanted anything
more in the world than to get out of here

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as soon as possible.

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If she doesn't...she could die in here.

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And she swore to herself that she would never,
ever die in this town.

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As she navigates the aisles, she can hear
faint whispering, like people huddled together

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just out of sight, talking about her in tones
just too hushed to make out.

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A few aisles over, she hears a sudden, piercing
scream.

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Is there someone else trapped in here with
her?

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She follows the sound to Aisle 3, but when
she peers down the aisle, there is no one

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there.

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At least, at first, there is no one there...until
she looks down at the floor.

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There, on the yellowing tiles, a pale, translucent
hand is poking up from the floor.

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The tile around it shimmers and ripples like
still water disturbed by a pebble.

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The hand reaches up, further and further,
stretching toward her.

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It wants her to reach out and grasp it, but
the thought turns her stomach.

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That hand can't belong to anything human.

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So instead, she turns and runs in the opposite
direction, stopping when she can hear the

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blood rushing in her ears and taste metal
on the back of her tongue.

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As the sound of her pulse fades, her heart
slowing, she hears another sound that causes

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it to spike all over again.

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A long, slow, dragging sound, like someone
pulling something heavy across the floor.

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It thumps, then drags some more.

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There's a sound with it, too...a wet, strained
sound, like a combination of water bubbling

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up from a drain and someone struggling to
breathe.

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Every fiber of her being is screaming at her
to run, to get out of there right now, but

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she can't move her feet.

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The sound draws closer, and closer, and closer,
until everything suddenly goes black.

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If there were anyone passing by the grocery
store at that moment, they would hear a scream

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cut short with a wet gurgle.

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The next morning, the manager finds her body
still lying there in the same aisle.

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The store closes a few weeks later, never
to open again.

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SCP-3182 is a derelict grocery store in the
town of Denton, Missouri that hosts a number

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of anomalous phenomena during the hour between
7:52 and 8:52 PM each day.

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This window of time is referred to as a Deimos
Event.

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Deimos Events first began occurring following
the store's closure, which is attributed to

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a combination of an economic downturn and
the tragic death of a seventeen-year-old part-time

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worker.

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When a Deimos Event occurs, all outside sources
of visible light are rendered unable to penetrate

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the store's interior.

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Individuals inside during the event will insist
that all exits and entrances have disappeared,

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preventing anyone from leaving or entering.

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It should be noted that video recordings of
SCP-3182 during Deimos events show that the

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doors do not, in fact, go anywhere, indicating
that SCP-3182 impacts the perceptions and

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mental states of those affected by it, rather
than the environment itself.

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Some of these aforementioned anomalous effects
include a sudden, overwhelming but inexplicable

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sense of distress or sadness, a sense of severe
resentment toward the town of Denton, Missouri,

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the sudden recollection of memories belonging
to former customers of SCP-3182, a sense of

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approaching danger and the urge to do something
to prevent or escape it, and an extreme desire

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to leave the area, even though it is impossible
to do so.

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These effects primarily occur in the vicinity
of Aisle 3 of the store.

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In addition to the emotional and psychological
phenomena, there have also been reports of

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disembodied moaning and screaming, the appearance
of humanoid apparitions, and the sound of

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something heavy being dragged across the floor.

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In order to obtain a more in-depth understanding
of SCP-3182 and its Deimos Events, researcher

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Dr. Gradian supervised a series of on-site
tests.

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D-Class 132449 was selected for the first
test, during which he was placed within the

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former break room of SCP-3182 and instructed
to remain there for the full duration of the

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Deimos Event.

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He was equipped with a camera and earpiece
to allow for two-way communication between

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him and Dr. Gradian.

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At first, D-132449's attitude was casual,
even cheerful, as he expressed relief at having

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nothing to do but sit in a chair for an hour.

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But after seven minutes and thirty-two seconds
passed, he began to feel quite differently.

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The D-Class became anxious, stating, "I've
gotta get home soon," before correcting himself

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to say that he would go back to his cell after
the test concluded.

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Twenty-two minutes and nineteen seconds passed,
and D-132449 became increasingly uneasy, asking

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Dr. Gradian if he could hear a strange sound.

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The noise was not detected on the video feed,
but D-132449 insisted that he could hear something,

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and traced the sound to the broken microwave
on a nearby table.

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In this close proximity, the video feed picked
up the sound, a soft gurgling from within

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the closed microwave.

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Dr. Gradian recommended that the D-Class not
interact with the microwave, and that he return

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to his seat.

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The man refused, insisting that he had to
know what was going on with the microwave.

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The gurgling sound grew louder and more intense,
and Dr. Gradian insisted more strongly that

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the D-Class not open the microwave.

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But the man did not listen.

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He opened the microwave, and the video feed
cut to black.

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The remains of D-132449 were later located
throughout the plumbing system of SCP-3182.

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An inspection of the breakroom microwave found
a viscous black liquid inside, which was extracted

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and taken to a nearby Foundation site.

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Analysis of the liquid's makeup concluded
that it was genetically identical to several

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hundred past and current residents of the
town of Denton, Missouri.

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During the next test, D-342089 was instructed
to examine Aisle 3 during a Deimos Event.

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First, however, he began in the break room.

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Before beginning the test, Dr. Gradian gave
a strong recommendation that the man avoid

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pursuing the source of any gurgling sounds
he might hear.

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D-342089 asked why, but Dr. Gradian dodged
the question, instead asking the D-class to

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move toward Aisle 3.

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Halfway there, he paused, spotting the words
"Get out of here right now" scratched into

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the wall over the main entrance.

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The D-Class remarked that this would be impossible,
given the lack of doors in SCP-3182.

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He would not respond to any reminders from
Dr. Gradian that there were, in fact, doors

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in the building.

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Particularly, the very entrance door he had
walked through to get inside.

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As D-342089 advanced further into the eerie,
darkened store, almost at the infamous Aisle

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3, Dr. Gradian checked in regarding his mental
state.

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Aside from the atmosphere, which he deemed
"pretty damn spooky," D-342089 did not report

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any adverse mental effects.

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Before he could elaborate any further on how
he was feeling, however, he quickly discovered

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that he was not alone in the store.

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A figure, a female humanoid in shape, stood
at the other side of Aisle 3.

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She wore a simple shirt and flared jeans,
and if one glanced at her quickly, she might

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pass for an ordinary girl.

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But she wasn't.

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As the D-Class stared at her, he could see
her face shifting from ordinary human features

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to a warped imitation of a face, eyes, nose,
and mouth moving out of place and drifting

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into abnormal configurations.

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As she raised a hand, he could see that it
was a formless, fingerless blob.

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This was too much for D-342089.

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The panicked man fumbled around on the shelf
next to him, searching for a makeshift weapon.

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He grabbed a cardboard box, and prepared to
throw it at the apparition.

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In response, she shook her head rapidly, warped
features frozen in a look of terror.

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She opened her mouth, and the sound of hundreds
of opening cash registers came out.

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She shook her head even harder, trying to
communicate something vital to the D-Class.

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He refused to listen to the apparition, or
to Dr. Gradian, who warned him not to do anything

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rash.

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But he did do something rash.

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He threw the box at the entity with all his
might, and as it made contact, he could hear

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a soft gurgling sound just behind him.

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Then, just as it did before, the video cut
out.

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After the Deimos Event concluded, D-342089
was found alive in a dumpster outside SCP-3182.

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He was, however, missing something.

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His skin.

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An investigation of the interior found that
the message he had seen written on the wall

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had completely vanished following the Event.

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During the third test, D-693221 was placed
in Aisle 3 and directed to remain there for

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the duration of the entire Deimos Event.

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Like the other D-Class before her, she was
equipped with a camera and an earpiece.

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As the event began, she reported feeling extremely
cold.

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Dr. Gradian suggested that she remain as calm
as possible.

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She refused, insisting that she needed to
leave as soon as possible.

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When she turned to leave, however, the apparition
was standing at the other side of the aisle.

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Again, she repeated, "I need to get out of
here right now.

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I need to get out of here right now."

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In response, the apparition nodded in agreement.

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Dr. Gradian reminded the D-Class that SCP-3182
would not permit her to leave, and she replied,

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"I need to get out of here right now, or I'll
wind up like her."

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When pressed for further explanation, the
terrified D-Class insisted that she didn't

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understand what she was saying.

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It was as if the words were being shoved into
her mouth, into her mind.

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She turned to move toward the entrance, and
a soft gurgling was suddenly heard.

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Dr. Gradian warned her to stop moving immediately,
and she froze in her tracks.

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Once she had calmed enough to respond to further
instructions, she was ordered to turn and

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look at the apparition, or rather, as Dr.
Gradian referred to it, the ghost.

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When she met the ghost's eyes, it was shaking
its head fervently, eyes wide with fear.

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The floor beneath it shifted like liquid,
the gurgling sound growing louder and louder

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until human arms burst through the floor,
grabbing the ghost, and dragging it down out

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of sight.

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The ghost gestured frantically toward the
exit doors, screaming until it disappeared

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beneath the floor.

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The gurgling stopped, the floor was still,
and all was quiet for a moment.

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Then, D-693221 was in full panic mode once
more, repeating over and over again "I need

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to get out of here right now."

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She repeated this constantly for the remainder
of her video footage, running through SCP-3182

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frantically, screaming and searching desperately
for an exit.

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Dr. Gradian attempted to direct her, to calm
her in some way, but it was as if she could

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not hear a word he said.

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She was lost in the dread, lost in the dark.

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After the Deimos Event was through, D-693221
was found healthy and unharmed, at least physically.

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This was no more scheduled tests after this,
and she was administered amnestic treatment

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and returned to the prison population with
a reduced sentence.

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While the woman formerly known as D-693221
carried on with her life, the research team

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reviewed the footage from her test.

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One researcher analyzed a distinct tattoo
visible on one of the spectral arms that reached

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up from the floor, matching it to that of
a man named Colin Mathers.

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Mathers is the former manager of SCP-3182,
and has no reason to be manifesting as a ghostly

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arm in his abandoned former workplace, given
that he is both alive and, as far as anyone

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can tell, completely ordinary.

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That is to say, very much not a ghost.

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Further investigation into the apparition
of the girl was conducted, including a series

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of interviews with past regulars and employees
of SCP-3182.

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Many of those interviewed recounted anomalous
activity far before the closing of the store,

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including an unseen entity that would mimic
their voices.

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This particular detail inspired the research
team to conduct one more test.

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D-442099 was sent into SCP-3182, paced in
Aisle 3, and instructed to remain there and

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attempt communication with the entities there
via a Foundation-developed EVP detector.

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It should be noted that the civilian versions
of this technology are far less effective.

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First, D-442099 began with a simple, "Hello?"

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The response recorded by the EVP detector
was a mixture of male and female voices, at

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least three, saying, "What can I get for you
today?"

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Next, he asked, "Can you understand what I
am saying to you?" and the entities responded,

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"That'll be (unintelligible)."

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He followed with, "Can you tell me what you
look like?"

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This seemed to provoke a more emotional response,
and the EVP detector picked up around seven

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mixed human voices saying "Look at me.

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This place has ruined me.

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I should have moved to Jefferson when I had
the chance."

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"Where are you now?"

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resulted in over 25 voices saying, "One day,
I'll have enough money.

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I'll get out of this place."

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The response to "What is your name?"

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was too garbled to understand as over 70 voices
responded at once.

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"Please, I don't understand."

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was met with soft gurgling, which then suddenly
cut off.

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"I don't want to die here."

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Seemed to attract the attention of the lone
female ghost, as one solitary female voice

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replied, "You need to get out of here right
now."

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"Can I help you?"

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The D-class asked.

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The same female voice replied, sounding strained
and frightened, "Please get out of here right-"

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Her voice cut off.

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"Hello?"

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The D-class called out.

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There was no response.

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"Hello?"

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He asked again.

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The only response was that same soft gurgling.

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Then, he said one more thing: "I don't want
to die in this goddamn town."

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The recorded response was uproarious, cacophonous
laughter belonging to a chorus of over 10,000

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voices.

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The sound was nearly deafening.

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There are undercover Foundation personnel
stationed outside of SCP-3182, instructed

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to prevent any civilians from entering the
premises.

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Civilians who ask follow-up questions are
to be given the cover story involving unstable

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construction.

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Any past witnesses to a Deimos Event must
be located and given amnestics dosed in relation

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to their level of exposure.

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Because the town of Denton is relatively isolated,
any affected individuals should be easy to

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track down.

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No Foundation personnel are permitted to enter
SCP-3182 during a Deimos event.

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Any testing conducted during a Deimos Event
must be approved by at least one Level 3 personnel

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however, if any personnel report hearing a
soft gurgling sound while inside the building,

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they are ordered to vacate immediately.

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SCP-3182 is a tragic mystery, an abandoned,
decaying piece of a town steeped in misery.

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Like the town itself, it is filled with fear
and uncertainty, with a pervasive sense of

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hopelessness, of no way out during the darkest
moments.

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I have heard, from time to time, the expression
"dead-end job," and I understand it to apply

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fairly well in this case.

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Those working at SCP-3182 while it was open
seemed to fill the place with so much misery,

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so much dread and resentment that something
anomalous began to take root.

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Something, for one hour a day, makes those
fears real.

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The people in SCP-3182 believed it to be a
dead end, a place where hopes and dreams go

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to die.

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