The Girl in the Floor
Part One: Documentation
A normal SCP article.
Item #: SCP-1200
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Part Two: Discovery
First person(?) present tense(?) report from a young man entering the tenement.
Part Three: Recovery
Squads sent in to recover and deliver SCP to a secure unit.
Documentary outlining containment of SCP.
Epilogue: Another Universe
A tale about the same SCP, but in a different Universe.
Start from the beginning.
It was Tuesday, about four in the mornin’, me and my boys were driving around lookin for another crack, right. We were kicking back, we had Ghost on the radio. I was in the back seat and we had the windows up, had it clouded. I was bummin’ but that’s how it was. Tony – my friend Tony, known this kid forever - says he got a connect over in the Kings buildin’. I was kinda nervous about the idea cuz’ that place has a reputation, but I mean, he was drivin’, I wasn’t gonna be a bitch, so that’s where we went.
So you didn’t know any of the people there, correct?
Nah it was just Tony who knew ‘em. He said he met these guys the other day on the street, said they had it cheap.
Very well, continue.
Well he drove, for a few minutes. I was getting’ sick to my stomach because I was nervous, I won’t lie. I don’t like people I don’t know and it didn’t help that they lived in shifty-ass Kings’ Park. I figured it would, but getting’ closer didn’t make me feel better. You know how sometimes you ain’t as fucked when you actually go do what you was doin?
Nevermind. We was circling the complex just so we knew it was good, and there was the usual punks but we didn’t see anyone we knew about. We parked outside the place, and me, Tony, and these other two dudes that was with us stepped out the car.
Did you see anything unusual before stepping outside?
Whole place was foggy, looked like the devil’s ass hole. But nah, it was just a few punks and crackheads, like I said. It was early, it was like usual with these places, you got a crazy old bitch with a shopping cart wandering around, some hoods just fucking standing in random-ass spots, normal shit. I could just make out that they was ugly when we was walking past them but you don’t care about that do you?
Alright, well, we walked up to building five, tall ass purple buildin’. I thought that shit was weird because it looked like concrete, but I don’t remember ever seein’ noone ever paint a tenement purple. It had a little plaque on top of that place where you go under the entrance. It looked like it was banged with a hammer a few times but I could make out “…service in the community…” and “dedicated to Jame King”, is that important?
Just keep talking.
Well it was dark in there, I couldn’t see no lights or nothin’, I could only make out some little gits through the window bars before we walked in. We opened the doorway and they was sittin’ on the stairwell, five of them. The kids, they didn’t say nothin’ funny like kids usually do, they just kinda looked at us walkin’. They was ugly but a lot of people in that place were on rocks so I wouldn’t be surprise ‘if some kids got hold of some of that shit. Tony said somethin’ funny to one of them but they didn’t say nothin’ back, they just kept lookin’ at us while we was cuttin’ our way past them to get up the steps.
Then we was makin’ our way up. No fucking lift. I hate places like that cuz I mean I smoke about a pack of reds a day, and a spliff to top that off, and this place was nothing but fuckin’ stairs.
Each floor there was kids just hangin out around the stairwells, and they wasn’t talkin’ to eachother or playin’ or nothin. I could see some of them were just standing around in the hallways, could barely make them out because I couldn’t see no more than six feet in front of me. They was all ugly too, I ain’t never seen more ugly kids in one place than I did in the Kings buildin’.
Can you go into any more detail about the kids?
Well, it’s like I what I was sayin’. Some of them was ashy, big-headed, slant-headed fuckers. They wasn’t smilin’ or frownin’ or nothin’. Their faces didn’t match up right, like some of them was crosseyed and one eye was a little higher than the other one. Some of them was fat in the body and had real skinny in the legs.
Anything else that was strange about them?
They had dirty-ass clothes. I don’t know. I didn’t make it a fucking point to look at them, doc, they creeped me out.
Go on then.
Okay, well I was out of breath, and breathing like a hungry bitch by the time we got to what I think was the eighth floor. Tony could see I was breathin’ hard and told me to stay there and tighten up before I went with them to the apartment where the dealers stayed at. He said it was three more flights up, down the hall, the last door. I said yeah because I didn’t see any kids on that floor.
They was gone and I was leanin’ on one of the walls, I stopped hearin’ their footsteps after a while and after that it was quiet. Not one noise. I mean I heard a rat but no people noise. There was a hall in front of me, and a hall to my left and right. I’m kinda paranoid I guess so I was scared I was gonna see one of those little gits in the dark or somethin’. None of the lights was lit, and it was dark, so I tried to just keep looking at my feet.
I got the idea that I’d just stay on this floor near the stairs so I wouldn’t have to go fuck with the dealers or nothin’ but about three minutes later I glanced over into the hallway to my left and about eight feet away I could just make out one of those kids staring at me. I don’t even know how fucking long he… was there. I jumped and banged the back of my head on the wall and grabbed on the stair rail. He was still there lookin’ at me, so about that time I decided I was done with this shit and went to go down the stairwell.
Take some time to compose yourself and continue.
The kids was just standing on the steps that was leading down. I don’t remember how many there was because I went and turned around just as soon as I saw that shit - like fuck that. Wasn’t any way I was walkin’ past all them. I started walking fast, went to go up the stairs. I caught the little fuck that I saw before in the corner of my eye when I was makin’ my way past the floor. I felt like I could feel them moving behind me but I was too scared to look.
I couldn’t remember how many floors it was, I kept goin’, I think I walked about five floors. I could see those kids just standing there looking up at me every time I went and turned the stairwell to go up so I just stopped lookin’. I realized I fucked up when I was walkin’ up the next flight, don’t know how I got three mixed up with five.
What did you do then?
I stopped and looked back down the stairwell.
What did you see?
Nothing. It looked like they were all gone. I was still nervous but I was tellin’ myself even if there was some shit goin’ on they was just kids. I could put a foot in their face easy. I tried to put myself in that mode, you know? So I walked down the stairs still kind nervous, but I was telling myself I was ready to put the fuckin’ hurt on any of them if they started tryin’ to fuck with me again.
Tony knocked on the door to room 496-H. Ray and Paul did the same, but to the rhythym of chopsticks.
“Yo stop fucking around!” said Tony.
Paul tilted his head back slightly and widened his eyes at Tony.
“Fuckin’ chill, you act l-“ Paul was cut short by the sound of the door unlocking and creaking open to the restraint of the latch.
“Who is it?” whispered a gravelly voice behind the door.
“We met each other on the street, you said to come back here to do the thing.”
A thought ran through Tony’s head just then that it was unusual for a seller to invite a buyer back to his place. Who would live here though? It’s probably just a little post-up.
“You alone?” the voice behind the door asked.
“Nah, it’s me and my boys but they’re cool.”
There was a brief pause.
“I want to hear them walking down the stairs.”
Tony looked back uneasily at Ray and Paul. Paul exclaimed “I don’t want to ash on their Italian leather furniture anyways” and after some curt words they made their way back to the stairwell. In a few moments Tony heard them walking down the steps. The door re-shut, the tenant inside removed the latch, and the door swiveled open.
But just as I started walkin’ back down the stairs I hear footsteps commin’ down the stairs behind me. At first I was freakin’ the fuck out but then I remembered the boys probably went up more stairs then I did because I didn’t know the floor I was on. So I waited and sure enough they was there commin’ down the steps.
Well I saw Ray and Paul but I didn’t see Tony with em’. They said that he was doin’ the deal upstairs and the guy didn’t want the place crowded.
I got tight because they was stupid enough to ditch Tony like that, so I wanted to go up to check what was goin on. I asked them how many stairs they walked down and they said it was three, so I said fuck them and started walkin’ back up the stairs.
Did you see any more children?
Nah I wasn’t seein’ any when I was talkin’ to Ray and Paul and I didn’t bring that shit up because I thought they was gonna ride me for it. I didn’t see any up the first two flights either.
I kept walkin’ up the stairs and after a while I hear more footsteps, so I figured it was Tony, so I stood there for a while waitin’ for him to come down.
Did you leave the complex after you met up again?
Nah… I’m sayin’ I thought it was Tony.