The SCP Experience - Little Witch Girl | SCP-239

Episode Date: February 14, 2025

A desperate father breaks into a classified facility to resurrect his daughter, unknowingly unleashing a reality-warping child with devastating consequences. This story was derived from https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-239 and is released under Creative Commons Sharealike 3.0. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/ Author: Matt Doggett * * * DISCLAIMER: This episode contains explicit content. Parental guidance is advised for children under the age of 18. Listen at your own discretion. #thescpexperience #scp #scpfoundation #scpencounters #securecontainprotect #scpstories Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

I wiped sweat away from my face as I trudged through the cold night to the front door of the facility. It took some effort to shove my shoulders down away from my ears. My muscles felt like overtuned guitar strings. My legs felt like they were full of motorized cat toys, each one twitching randomly away. Pulling my key card out of my jacket pocket with my left hand was like trying to pick a melting ice cube up from the floor. Finally, I got it out and swiped it at the front door. door. It was after hours, and the doors always remained locked after hours. As I stepped into the narrow area between the two sets of front doors, I glanced through the glass to see a security

guard next to the scanners. When I scanned my card at the front door, it had alerted him that someone was arriving. He probably already knew it was me because of the security cameras placed at the entrance. He stood alert, facing toward me, a look of professional distrust on his face. The kind of look you see on security guards who are actually good at their jobs. I forced a weary smile onto my face as I pushed through the second set of doors. Dr. Greer, you forget something? Hey, Tapia. Yeah, I'm afraid I did.

Something that couldn't wait until morning. As I walked toward him, I put my key card back, while simultaneously reached. into my right jacket pocket. I yanked the gun out and pointed it at Tapia, whose face went from professional distrust to outright shock in a heartbeat. Get your hands up. What do you do? I said get them up. I stopped, just out of reach, but prodded the air between us with the pistol. Turn around and put them on your head. Listen, George, whatever kind of trouble you're in, we can figure it out. Let's just calm down. I knew I might have to do something drastic. I'd rehearsed what I would do a dozen times on the way over, but now I felt like

I was going to be sick. But my wife's words echoed in my head as I resisted, whatever it takes, she'd said, whatever it takes. I darted forward and cracked Tapia on the temple with the butt of the gun. He fell to his knees. A moment later, blood welled from the gash, and ran down his clean, shaven jaw. Without another word, Only a look of betrayal, he put his hands on his head. I reached down, removed his gun, and then told him to shut off the security cameras for sub-level three. I can't do that from here, he said, his voice a little unsteady.

Don't make me hit you again. I don't want to hit you again. Please, I know what you can and can't do, so just do it. I have to get up. Just keep your hands on your head until you get to the computer. There was a little cubicle on the right side of the scanner. I followed Tapia there and watched as he turned off the cameras to sub-level three. Okay, now the elevator cameras. Come on, George.

Just talk to me. What are we doing here? Whatever it fucking takes, I said, jamming the barrel into the base of his neck. Just do it. After he shut off the elevator cameras, I fastened his hands behind his back with a pair of flex cuffs he kept on his belt. Then I pulled out my phone and made a call. Okay, bring her in.

I escorted Tapia back to the front doors and made an open and outer door with his hip while I kept hold of one of his arms and pointed the pistol at his head. A moment later, my wife appeared in a pool of orange light in the parking lot, pushing a wheelbarrow ahead of her. Skinny, moon-white legs dangled over the front edge of the wheelbarrow. Jesus.

Tapia said as they approached. Is that? It's my daughter. My voice broke on the last word. Then Sidney was upon us with the wheelbarrow containing my dead daughter. Tears streamed down my wife's pale face. She didn't meet my eyes or those of Tapia. She just guided the barrow in and waited for one of us to open the second door.

The four of us went through the scanners, setting them off for a moment, and then got into the elevator using my key card. What happened? Sidney said nothing. She stayed crouched next to the barrow, caressing Bobby's brown hair and whispering to her. Pills, I said. She's depressed.

We tried to get her help. I don't know where she got the pills. She must have... Stop! Sidney screamed. Stop it! I fell silent, staring down at Bobby. At 14, she was in that awkward stage between adolescence and maturity.

Her skinny limbs looked more like a boys than a girl's. She was tall and gangly and wanted so badly to be petite and curvy. Maybe that was part of her depression. Of course, it wasn't the whole story. There were things about my daughter I didn't understand, and probably never would. She had developed her own little world, and it was one that apparently had crumbled on her, driving her to make one stupid, desperate mistake.

Why don't you take her to a hospital? You think I don't know when someone is dead? You think I didn't try to save her? It was too late by the time we found out. She was already gone, goddammit. It's the only way. I don't know what you guys are hoping for. But you know it won't be allowed to go on.

You know that. I shook my head. No. If I can get my daughter living again, they won't kill her. Even the O5 Council wouldn't do something like that. They'll fire me, Maybe even throw me in some black sight.

Probably wiped their memories to make it like I never existed. But at least Bobby will be alive. The elevator stopped. The doors opened to reveal sub-level three, and a security guard pointing a pistol at us. I pulled Tapia in front of me and put the gun to his head. Drop it or I'll kill him. The security guard, Skinner, hesitated.

Unlike Tapia, he wasn't a consummate professional, which was why he was relegated to the night shift on sub-level three. A stocky man with a crooked nose and wide-set eyes, Skinner was always nice to me, maybe a little too nice. It was what I was counting on. I said, drop it. You have three seconds. Dr. Greer, Skinner said. What is? I'll fucking do it.

I screamed. That's my daughter right there, and you won't get in the way of me saving her. I won't let you. I'll kill you both if I have to. three, two, okay, Skinner said, setting the pistol on the floor and moving back. Sidney, who had been holding the door open with one hand, moved out of the elevator and snatched the gun up. She made quick work of putting flex cuffs on Skinner. Then the five of us headed down the hall to a simple containment cell containing an unconscious eight-year-old girl.

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some medicine that would wake her up from her medical sedation. It was expressly forbidden to wake her up. During my time overseeing her care, I had never once seen her conscious. But there had been a time, back when she'd first been contained, that a group of researchers did experiments with her when she was awake.

It was the outcome of those experiments that prompted the O-5 Council to decree she be kept asleep indefinitely. Of course, I was in too deep already. I'd broken so many rules I wasn't going to stop now. It was the only chance I had. After injecting the medicine and waiting a moment for it to enter her body, I removed the girl's IV line. Then I stepped away and set the syringe on the rolling table I'd brought in.

You're going to get us all killed. Tapia said from where he sat on the floor. Shut up! Sidney said, pointing Skinner's gun at him. You know what she can do? Tapia asked. I know better than some security guard. I spat.

Now shut up, before my wife loses her patience with your bullshit. I had set my pistol on the little rolling table while preparing the medication. But now I snatched it up and pocketed it. not wanting the little girl to see it when she awoke. After a minute or so, I started to see signs of life. The girl's eyelids fluttered. For a moment, my imagination superimposed Bobby's face over the little girls. I imagined it was Bobby's eyelids that fluttered.

Bobby's limbs that shifted his consciousness came back. As the little girl's eyes opened and peered at me, I smiled. Hello, I'm George. Don't worry. You're safe. I just need your help with something. She blinked confusion away, wincing as she sat up in bed and looked around the room. I ducked into her way, obscuring her vision. Are you okay? Do you understand me? She nodded.

Good. I just need your help. My little girl has died. She's not much older than you. I shifted a little to allow her to look at the wheelbarrow. Would you please bring her back? What happened? The little girl asked in a voice that was barely above a whisper. She made a mistake, Sidney said, coming over to the opposite side of the bed and taking the girl's left hand. Please, you're the only one who can save her. I don't know how.

It's okay, I said. You do. All you have to do is think about her and wish her back to life. Her name is Bobby. Do you want me to move her closer so you can see her? The little girl's shimmering gray-green eyes bounced from Sydney to me and back again, confusion clouding them. She hadn't been conscious in over a year, and here we were bombarding her just as soon as she woke up.

But there wasn't any other way. There was no time. For all I knew, someone had noticed that the cameras were out, or that Tapia was gone from his station and were currently sounding the silent alarm. Please, I said, turning toward the wheelbarrow that contained my daughter. his body. As I turned, I caught a glimpse of Tapia. He'd been moving, but now had settled back in place. He stared at me with a guilty expression on his face. At the time, I was too concerned with other things to recognize these signs for what they were. If I had only taken a moment to go over to him

and make sure his binds were still secure, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the way they did. Instead of heating the faint alarm bells in my mind about Tapia, I scooped Bobby out of the wheelbarrow. Holding her limp and cold body in my arms, I brought her over to the bed. All you have to do is wish her alive again. That's it. Just close your eyes and wish.

Sidney, still gripping the little girl's hand, nodded, eyes fixed on the girl. She had a desperate, skeletal grin on her face that surely matched my own. The little girl studied Bobby with her shimmering eyes and then nodded. I'll try, she closed her eyes. My wife looked up at me with that ragged smile still on her face. Only now there was hope in it. Hope that this would actually work.

Hope that was dashed when her eyes darted beyond me and then her mouth fell open. Look out! Before I could do more than turn part way around, Tapia, hands now free, crashed into me. We all went down. Tapia, me, and Bobby, next to the bed. I felt his hands reaching for my jacket pocket, going for the pistol I had put in there. I had landed with Bobby on me,

and I managed to shove her off, freeing my hands as he pulled the pistol out. My wife came around the bed and pointed Skinner's pistol at us, but she was shaking so badly I didn't think she would shoot. I hoped she wouldn't. The little girl was crying in the bed. As Tapia pointed the gun at me, I grabbed at it.

The weapon went on. firing next to my head and toward the little girl's bed. No! Sidney screamed, causing everyone in the room to freeze. Tapia and I looked at each other. Then I looked at my wife. She dropped her pistol and hustled over to the little girl's bed. Oh, God!

Tapia yanked the pistol away, and I let him have it, getting quickly to my feet to see what had happened. The bullet had caught the girl at the edge of her forehead, blasting a jagged hole in her temple. It was clear the bullet hadn't gone in. It had just glanced off her, taking some skull with it. Blood pulsed out of the hole, and underneath it, I was sure I could see brain. I stared at the horrid wound, thinking it was my fault.

Instead of bringing Bobby back, I had hurt this little girl, maybe even killed her. Daddy? The sound of Bobby's voice had me spinning around. My daughter pushed herself up into a sitting position, blinking. confusedly at me. Where are we? Sidney shrieked and darted over, falling to her knees and taking Bobby in her arms. Get me out of these things, Skinner called.

He'd managed to get to his feet, but his hands were still bound. As I moved over to my wife and daughter, I glanced back at Tapia, who wore a perplexed look and had the gun pointed at the floor. What happened? Bobby asked, as I wrapped my arms around her and Sidney. Did you bring me back? Yeah, baby, I said. We brought you back.

Bobby's eyes filled with tears, and she started to sob. We need to sedate her again, Skinner said. I looked over to see that Tapia had freed him with a pocket knife. I had failed to search him for any other weapons. Not that it mattered. Bobby was back. That was the important part. Skinner moved over to the girl's bed.

From my angle, I could just barely see the little. little girl. She lay back in her blood-soaked pillow, but her eyes were still open, still moving. As Skinner grabbed the IV line and reached for the girl's arm to put it back in, the fingers of both hands suddenly twisted backward, folding over the backs of his hands in a symphony of cracks and crunches. He screamed, staring down at his mangled hands. Then he looked up at the little girl. You fucking psycho bitch! Skinner's mouth disappeared, suddenly replaced by a blank stretch of He moved his jaw, trying to talk, but making only muffled noises. After a moment of panic, Skinner turned his eyes to a shocked Tapia.

He signaled toward the girl with one mangled hand. Tapia got the message and moved toward the girl slowly, putting the pistol in his back waistband. Hey, it's okay. We're not going to hurt you. We just need to give you your medicine again. Tapia grabbed the IV line with one hand and her her arm with the other. Razor sharp metal spikes shot out of her skin, plunging through Tapia's

hand. He ripped his hand off the spikes and stumbled backward, yanking the IV line and causing the IV pole to crash to the floor. Blood spurred it from his hand, but he reached behind his back with his left and pulled out the pistol, leveling it at the girl. Before he could fire, the pistol transformed into a massive black scorpion that struck him with its stinger. Tappy had dropped the scorpion, which scuttled under the girl's bed. Before he could so much as react to this turn of events, both his arms morphed into snakes. Both snakes attacked Tappy's face with quick, repeated strikes,

fangs puncturing his cheeks, eyes and nose, until he collapsed to the floor. We need to go, I whispered, getting to my feet and pulling my wife and daughter out. Skinner, who'd been watching all this with the panicked eyes of a man on the gallows, rushed toward the door, his fingers dangling uselessly as he ran. But before he could get outside, he burst into flames. Screaming, he crashed through the door and fell to the floor in the observation room.

I swallowed a lump in my throat as I urged my family out. Bobby was still bawling, and Sidney was doing her best to comfort her. We came into the little girl's line of sight, and she fixed her dulling eyes on us. Her right eye was almost completely red. Blood continued to pour down her face from the gruesome injury. She followed us with her eyes as we skirted Tapia's writhing body. But she didn't do anything to us. Apparently, she didn't wish any ill upon us, for better or worse.

But as we came to within a foot at the door, an alarm started blaring, set off by the fire, no doubt. The little girl flinched in shock and slammed her hands to her ears. Unsure what she would do next, I rushed Bobby and Sidney out of the room. Chaotic activity filled the hallway outside as a containment team and on-site firefighters rushed toward the room. We received some confused looks as the employees passed us, but they had a job to do, and none of them stopped to ask me who we were. We made our way out of the building into our car. I knew I would have to come back and pay for what I'd done, but I would willingly return tomorrow after one more night with my little girl. Sidney got in the back with Bobby, and I got into the driver's seat.

As we pulled out of the facility's parking lot, Bobby finally stopped bawling. Sniffling, she spoke to us in a pleading voice. Her words made me sick to my stomach. Why did you bring me back? She cried. I didn't want to come back. Why did you bring me back? SCP 239 appears to be an eight-year-old girl, three feet, three inches in height,

and 44 pounds in weight. Subject seems to emit a previously undiscovered form of radiation. These waves are harmless in low concentrations, but in higher concentrations, they could break down matter on a subatomic level. The subject seemingly has the ability to do whatever she expresses a will to do.

Put simply, the subject can do anything that she truly wants to do on a basal psychological level as long as she is conscious. Fortunately, she only seems to be able to affect herself and her immediate surroundings. Therefore, if she can see it, she can change it. Due to some incidents during initial testing, the O5 Council deemed it necessary to keep the subject unconscious indefinitely.