The SCP Experience - Mothman | SCP-2901

Episode Date: May 17, 2024

Want to listen ad-free? Try it FREE for 7 days here: patreon.com/TheSCPExperience SCP Foundation EUCLID class object, SCP-2901: Mothman This story was derived from https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2901 and is released under Creative Commons Sharealike 3.0. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/ Author: Cyrus S. * * * 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

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Jason was not surprised, but he was irritated. He had been warned about it by the landlord. Damn squirrels, but don't worry, it is a problem we are taking care of, the man had said while handing over the keys. Of course, he only bothered to mention it after the lease was signed, and it made sense for a building that was wedged. between two ancient oak trees that shed so many acorns that it frequently sounded like hail. Those damn squirrels sounded like they were barreling through the plaster and knocking

loose every wooden beam that stood in their way. If the whole building caved in on itself and collapsed, Jason would not have been surprised. He only hoped that in the event of such a thing happening, he would get his deposit back. Jason shoved a box aside with his foot, and sat down on the floor in front of the glass sliding door that led out onto his patio. Patio was a generous term for a slab of concrete with someone else's balcony hanging overhead. More acorns fell even as he watched, and he leaned forward to rest his chin in his hands. He exhaled sharply and felt exhaustion dragged down his eyelids. The noise in the walls had been going on for hours with no signs of stopping soon.

It was going to drive him crazy until he unpacked his Bluetooth speaker, because the speaker on his phone was busted. Life just had a way of hammering him from all sides. Jason rubbed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. He leaned back and rested his head against the side of a tall box. He circulated another deep breath as the setting sun streamed through the shivering oak leaves and cast long, dark shepherding. shadows in the ground around his patio. Screeching, scratching sound woke him up. Jason did not even realize that he had fallen asleep. He sat up before his brain could catch up with his body, and the room spun around him while his hands tingled with a sudden rush of blood. His legs had

gone dead and would have been easier to move if they were filled with sand. He stuffed his hands underneath them to stretch them out so the blood could return and dug his fingers into his knees, and his calves to try and get everything back to where it should be. The pins and needle spread up to his hips, tickling the base of his spine until he shook his head and blew out of breath. That horrible scratching sound was back, except this time it was not coming from the walls. It sounded like nails being raked across glass,

but he could not see anything in front of him. Outside it was pitch black. Even the moon was obscured by the ear. oak trees and the balcony that jutted out above his patio. The only thing he could make out was a bit of asphalt, just beyond the hump of earth that rolled down into the parking lot, and that was it. So where was the scratching coming from? It was getting louder.

With some of the feeling back in his legs, Jason leaned forward and crept towards the patio door. He got close enough that the very tip of his nose was pressed against it, and his breath fogged up the glass. His eyes darted left and right. He then glanced up just to make sure there was nothing lurking on the roof. He did not know if squirrels were nocturnal or not. He did not know a damn thing about them. He caught sight of something.

One red dot like a laser hovering in the air right next to an oak tree. It was joined by another one, almost a perfect mirror of the other. and they just floated for a moment in the darkness. Then he could have sworn the lights blinked, like a pair of eyes. The hairs on the back of Jason's neck stood up straight. He fell back and caught himself on his hands. He scrambled backward and his shoulders collided with the box he had been leaning against. It rocked and fell over, slamming down into another box that made an awful crunching sound.

He did not even want to. really care. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it was going to leap out of his chest. The red lights disappeared and a dark shape darted across his patio. It looked big enough to be a dog, like a German shepherd or something of that size. It disappeared near the oak trees where the lights had been, and there was no more scratching. Jason found himself staring at the glass doors for so long that he lost track of time. The dark shape did not return, neither did the red lights. He crawled across the carpeted floor until the sliding door was out of sight, and then he stood to run.

He darted all the way down the hall towards his room and then slammed the door shut behind him, locking it as well for good measure. It was surprisingly easy to fall asleep, even after having the scare of his life. But by the time he was making his coffee the next morning, the scratching had started up again on his walls. Jason grabbed his phone and made his way into the living room with his coffee in hand. He sat down on the floor and crossed his legs. He sipped from the hot ceramic rim as he dialed the number for his leasing office.

He hit the speaker button and then balanced the phone on his knee, letting it teeter there as it rang, and he continued to nurse his morning caffeine. Woman who picked up on the other end sounded like she was already at the end of a rope. And it was barely nine in the morning. Hey, Jason said. I am calling because your office said they were going to send out an exterminator, and I just wanted to see... Acrylic nails clacking against a keyboard sounded in the background.

1049, apartment C. I just wanted to know if... No reports have been filed for your building. Her response was short. Did you want to file one? There should have been. He was getting annoyed. Charles Bronson down at the office told me that there was a problem with squirrels going through the walls,

and that you were going to take care of it. No reports have been filed. I can put a request in for you. Currently, all our exterminators are booked out doing routine sprays. I can send one out to you next week. He ground his teeth together, trying not to lose his temper. Look, he said. I just moved in. I have no idea what the procedure is for these things.

But don't you think that having rodents tearing up your ribs? vents and walls is something you would want to look into? We are very busy. She was getting more irate and no longer trying to disguise it. Give me your information, and I will see what I can do. There was no point in arguing further. Jason gave her his name, apartment address, and phone number, and then he hung up. The scratching in the walls seemed to mock him, and the sound of so many little hands and nails

scratching around was enough to put him off breakfast. He doubted that he would get much on packing done. He did not want to risk setting out anything that might get chewed or peed on if one of the little fuckers wiggled their way out of a hole. He settled for tossing some clothes in the laundry and packing up his laptop bag for a day at the library. He left without turning off the lights, just in case. Lazzang sur-gillet, puissance-moleaned for 15 minutes.

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The scratching in the walls had stopped. At least it was on pause long enough for him to wolf down a burger and some fries. He tossed everything in the trash and then glanced dismally at the boxes he had yet to unpack. He knew that he should do something. He just couldn't. He was so exhausted. The sun had just set, and he was already switching out his laundry from the washer to the dryer and heading towards his bed. He stripped off his shirt and collapsed on top of his bunched-up covers and wrinkled sheets.

He pulled his pillow underneath him and buried his face, hoping that he could fall asleep before the activity started up again. He had barely started to drift off before the scratching woke him up again. At least, it felt like he had hardly shut his eyes for more than five minutes. Yet when he glanced at his phone, it was three in the morning. Jason groaned and dropped his head back down onto his pillow. The scratching had moved away from the walls again and sounded like it was coming from the living room.

Anger squeezed his stomach like a fist, and Jason pushed himself up. He flung himself off the side of the bed and grabbed his phone, clutching it like a baseball bat as he stomped into the living room. He hoped that the thundering of his steps would scare off any critters that had gathered at his door. He jammed his finger against the flashlight button, and then a beam of cold LED light ran across the floor. He let it guide him through the dark living room, where he narrowly avoided stubbing his bare toes against some of the scattered boxes.

He flicked the phone flashlight towards the sliding patio door, where it sounded like the scratching was coming from. This time, there was a deep indentation in the glass. It looked like someone had taken a pitchfork and dragged it all. the way down the length of the glass. It started at the very top and then ended at the sill. Around the edges of the runs were spider web cracks in the glass, where it looked like one more tap could shatter the whole thing. Jason's blood went cold and he stepped closer to the glass, careful as he moved across the carpet in case there were any stray shards that could become embedded in his foot. He touched the cracks, and he could only begin to feel their divvets.

That was something of a relief, but only because it meant that whatever had clawed at the door was not quite strong enough to break all the way through. Jason kept moving his flashlight, but the light only wanted to bounce off the white scratches and reflect off the glass itself. It showed him nothing of what was on the other side. Jason switched off the flashlight. Two round red lasers greeted him on the other side of the door, burning as bright as fire trucks. sirens and flooding his living room with pulsing red light. Jason cried out and flung his arms over his face. His phone went flying and smacked into the wall. He heard it crack and something popped off the frame. The sound made him shudder to think of what kind of condition it might be in. He pulled

his arm across his eyes until it was just his hands and then he peered through his fingers. The other side of the door was eclipsed by a large, black shape. It was much bigger than a dog, or at least least it was as tall as if a dog was standing up on its hind legs. It had broader shoulders and looked like it was covered in slick black feathers. He could not make out much else. The creature stood on the other side of the glass door but did not move. Jason's knees shook so badly that he thought he was going to fall over. He leaned over just enough to touch the wall panel and flick the overhead light on.

A single, uncovered bulb lit up above his head. And the creature on the other side of the door went insane. The light fell onto its face, and for half a second, Jason caught a glimpse of it. The bright red lasers were not lights at all, but eyes, bulging like a flies. And the cavernous slashed across where its mouth should be was smeared with red. It looked like blood. The creatures slammed very large, human-shaped fists into the door. A scream that he could not help tore out of Jason's throat.

He backed away and dove for his. his phone, searching blindly for it with his trembling hands, too afraid to take his eyes off the creature. It shrieked and continued to bound the glass. More spider web cracks spread rapidly across the center towards the edges of the frame. It dug with its claws, raking off shards of glass that went raining down into the darkness at its feet. The front of Jason's phone had shattered too, and bits of glass got stuck in his fingers

as he tried to enter his passcode and open his phone. He was smearing blood all over the screen and he could smell it, but he could never hear his own heart pounding over the sound of the creature's eerie screaming. There was another thud outside, and wings slammed into the building's vinyl siding. They scraped along the ridges, and another pair of red eyes joined the first.

The second face was more obscured by darkness. But Jason could see enough to recognize that there were two creatures now. and they were both screaming. The sound reminded him of an unholy cross between screaming goats. His phone would not dial. There was too much blood on the screen. Jason let out a frustrated scream of his own and threw it down again.

He grabbed hold of the wall and pulled himself up. The only thing he could think to do was run back to his bedroom. He could not go outside and he could not call for help. But he could hole himself up in his closet and pray, that the creatures were not intelligent enough to look around for him if he was not immediately visible. The sliding glass door made an awful splintering sound. Jason booked it for his bedroom. He slammed the door behind him and locked him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that was ridiculous, but he did it anyway. He propped a few boxes in front of it and then

ran for his closet. It was shallow, but it was wide, and only covered by a pair of wooden doors on a track. He pulled them shut and then pushed himself into the farthest corner he could, hunkering down behind a pile of jackets and winter coats that he had haphazardly thrown in at some point. Even though he was away from the living room, he could still hear the creatures screaming and throwing their bodies against the door. Could no one else hear it? Was no one going to call for help? How many people were in this goddamn complex? Glass shattered in the living room. Jason threw his hands down over his mouth and bit down on his sliced up finger to keep from yelling. The pain grounded him somewhat and his mouth filled with blood.

The long, fragile panels of his patio blinds snapped in half like twigs, and the frame itself strained to hold its shape. Boxes fell over. He could hear them slam against the floor. The sound of wings being dragged over plaster filled his ears as the creatures made their way down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. They stopped at his door, shrieking in frustration and tearing at the wood. He could hear it being ripped apart like it was paper. The boxes behind it did not even stand a chance.

Once there was a whole big enough, the creatures came barreling through. He did not dare crawl towards the closet door to get a better look at them. He tried to keep himself hidden, not even risking his position by pulling the coats higher above his head. He tried to stay as still as possible. barely breathing. The closet door violently shook, and Jason felt like he was going to throw up. His heart was racing so fast that it made his whole chest hurt.

The door shook again, and then he heard it pop open, sliding across its track. He had just enough vision through the pile of clothes to see a white face, almost human, surrounded by a mane of vicious black fur poke its way through. Those red eyes turned towards him. And then that bloody mouth opened, bearing multiple rows of needle-like teeth that glinted like metal. The creature struck, reaching out and grabbing his ankle with a human-like hand, ending in sharp, curved black talons.

The second creature fell on him. The last thing he saw was the dark tunnel of its throat, as it wrapped its mouth around his head and set its teeth between his crown and chin before biting down. SCP 2901 are a species of nocturnal carnivorous scavengers of limited intelligence, averaging 1.7 meters in height. SCP 2901 usually appear as having an ellipsoid shape and possess two large eyes layered with photophoric tissue. SCP 2901 are covered in a layer of minute, iridescent lamellar scales, similar to lepidopterins. SCP 2901 are able to move through space-time freely, granting them certain abilities such as levitation, flight, and teleportation. SCP-2901 are, however, tangible and susceptible to conventional firearms. SCP-2901 are also able to emit an acoustic cancellation effect within a radius of approximately 25 meters.

The purpose or function of this ability is not wholly understood, but is theorized to aid in stealth. Several methods of containment and or deterrence are still being considered. However, because of the elusiveness of SCP 2901, a large majority of the general public are aware of related incidents and possibly even the existence of SCP 2901. Countermeasures are in place as a temporary solution for protecting information on SCP 2901. Fan of soccer, you could assist a moment historic.

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