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**Item #:** SCP-9232
**Object Class:** Euclid
**Special Containment Procedures:** Physical containment of SCP-9232 (designated internally as "the Black Farm") is impossible. Containment efforts are limited to suppression of information vectors and long-term monitoring of returnees.
All suicide-attempt survivors displaying verbatim or near-verbatim recall of phrases including "the Black Farm," "Danny number two," "feed the Pig," or descriptions of a concrete antechamber are to be isolated at Site-19 under guise of psychiatric observation. Class-C amnestics are standard, but application must be preceded by full audio-recorded debriefing; post-amnestic records of these debriefings have shown a recurring pattern of self-alteration wherein key details (especially references to porcine anatomy or invertebrate swarms) gradually replace themselves with innocuous medical terminology over 3–7 days. Affected files are flagged for Level 4 review and archived in a read-only memetic-quarantine partition.
Global surveillance prioritizes coroner databases, 911 transcripts, and private psychiatric intakes for anomalous recovery markers: severed nooses/rope ends with no tool marks, carbon-monoxide victims found with intact exhaust hoses, or gunshot victims whose weapons discharged without powder residue on the hands. Returnees are tracked via embedded social-security-number pings for twelve months; any emergent pattern of "emotional flattening" (self-reported inability to feel sustained guilt, joy, or fear) triggers re-interview under new alias.
Personnel assigned to SCP-9232 must rotate every ninety days. Any staff member who independently references "the paperwork upstairs" or exhibits sudden loss of religious conviction is to be removed from the project and placed on mandatory leave.
Intentional self-termination to access SCP-9232 is classified as a memetic hazard and carries automatic reclassification to D-class status upon recovery (should recovery occur).
**Description:** SCP-9232 is an extra-dimensional holding environment accessible solely via self-inflicted death. Subjects awaken bound to a metal chair in a concrete room lit by one suspended bulb. An open doorway leads to a corridor of variable length containing distant, hostile sounds. The space is inhabited by hostile humanoids of extreme morphological deviation ("creations") and a minority population of prior suicides ("Suicidals").
Central to SCP-9232 is SCP-9232-1 ("the Pig"), a massive porcine entity of undocumented mass. Inhabitants assert that voluntary ingestion by SCP-9232-1 offers a non-zero probability of reinsertion into baseline reality at the moment immediately prior to the fatal act, with the lethal mechanism negated. Declining this option results in indefinite residence within SCP-9232. No verified data exists on success probability, failure consequences beyond permanent relocation to an alternate punitive domain, or the entity's ultimate purpose.
Surviving returnees consistently report partial memory preservation despite amnestic treatment, centered on thirst, auditory hallucinations of distant screaming, and a persistent sensation of being "watched from inside the throat." A subset (currently ≈14%) describe recurring dreams in which small blue objects—variously recalled as eyes, marbles, or insect carapaces—accumulate in peripheral vision before dying en masse.
**Addendum 9232-A: Interview Log 9232-07**
Interviewed: Elias Crowe, 34, recovered 03/12/2020 from domestic hanging. Rope found cleanly parted at ceiling knot; no blade or shear evidence. No ligature marks despite 4.5-minute clinical death.
**Dr. L. Voss:** Whenever you're ready.
**Crowe:** (touches throat) Still tastes like copper and ash. First thing was thirst. Worse than any hangover. Then I realized I was tied to a chair in this bare room. Wet concrete under my feet. One bulb swinging. Hallway outside the door full of… sounds. Not close enough to make out words, just enough to know they were in pain.
Yelled for help. Small feet came running. Kid in a red onesie, devil mask. Eyes too big behind the plastic—like they were pressing against the eyeholes trying to get out. Leaned in close and said, "You did a bad thing." Soft. Almost sorry.
Before I could answer, this big guy in overalls barges in. Grabs the kid, slams him against the wall, shotgun to the forehead. One blast. Head just… gone. Gore on the wall in a perfect fan. Man slings the body over his shoulder like a sack of feed and walks out. Didn't look at me once.
Then laughing. Whole hallway laughing like they'd rehearsed it.
**Dr. Voss:** And the next person?
**Crowe:** Clean-cut guy. Jeans, white shirt. Introduced himself as Danny. Said he was "number two." When I asked who was number one he just smiled and said, "You wouldn't like the answer. She doesn't like being reminded." Then he told me I'd hanged myself. Said this place—the Black Farm—was where the suicides got sent because upstairs got tired of arguing jurisdiction. "Neither side wants the paperwork," he said. Exact words.
Gave me the choice. Stay, or feed the Pig. I heard screaming down the hall—wet, rhythmic. Like someone being tenderized. I said feed it. Now.
Blindfolded me with something that reeked of old pennies. Led me out. Air changed every few steps. Hot. Freezing. Hot again. Something followed us whispering, "Ee’s a hungry piggy. Make sure ee gets iz meal." Felt a tongue on my neck. Slimy. Then gone.
Ended up on metal grating. Furnaces roaring. Ash in my mouth. Huge snorts shaking the floor.
Danny pushed my hands forward. Stiff fur. Teeth like kitchen knives. I climbed in. Tongue under my knees. Cheeks pressing. Then it started chewing.
Legs first. Snap. Shoulder. Blood everywhere. Kept crawling anyway. Heard that kid's voice again inside the throat—"you did a bad thing"—but it sounded younger. Smaller. Pulled myself through somehow.
Woke up on the shed floor. Rope cut. Nose broken from the fall. Alive.
**Dr. Voss:** The woman with one eye. You mentioned her before.
**Crowe:** Yeah. Socket wasn't empty. Something moved in there. Like a pupil trying to focus without an iris. She said she'd stayed because she was scared. Told me to feed the Pig anyway. Whispered it like the walls were listening.
**Dr. Voss:** And the ants?
**Crowe:** (long pause) Not ants at first. Little blue eyes. Like the kid's. Thousands. Then they stopped moving. Turned black. Just… piled up dead. Nobody explained it. Still see them sometimes. In the corner of my eye. Dying over and over.
**Dr. Voss:** We're going to help with that.
**Crowe:** (quiet) You can try. But the thirst never quite goes away.
<End Log>
**Addendum 9232-B: Internal Note – O5-█**
Fourteen returnees now on record. All display some degree of flattened affect. Guilt is the first emotion to erode; joy follows more slowly. Fear persists longest—almost as though it's being saved for something.
The ants/eyes motif appears in nine of fourteen debriefs. Hypothesis: mnemonic bleed from SCP-9232-1. Perhaps the Pig keeps souvenirs. Perhaps it's marking inventory.
We are not attempting re-entry. The Black Farm does not release anything without exacting equivalent value.
And we still don't know what it values.
Excerpts of note:
Special Containment Procedures: Physical containment of SCP-9232 (designated internally as "the Black Farm") is impossible. Containment efforts are limited to suppression of information vectors and long-term monitoring of returnees.
All suicide-attempt survivors displaying verbatim or near-verbatim recall of phrases including "the Black Farm," "Danny number two," "feed the Pig," or descriptions of a concrete antechamber are to be isolated at Site-19 under guise of psychiatric observation. Class-C amnestics are standard, but application must be preceded by full audio-recorded debriefing; post-amnestic records of these debriefings have shown a recurring pattern of self-alteration wherein key details (especially references to porcine anatomy or invertebrate swarms) gradually replace themselves with innocuous medical terminology over 3–7 days. Affected files are flagged for Level 4 review and archived in a read-only memetic-quarantine partition.
Central to SCP-9232 is SCP-9232-1 ("the Pig"), a massive porcine entity of undocumented mass. Inhabitants assert that voluntary ingestion by SCP-9232-1 offers a non-zero probability of reinsertion into baseline reality at the moment immediately prior to the fatal act, with the lethal mechanism negated. Declining this option results in indefinite residence within SCP-9232. No verified data exists on success probability, failure consequences beyond permanent relocation to an alternate punitive domain, or the entity's ultimate purpose.
Addendum 9232-B: Internal Note – O5-█
Fourteen returnees now on record. All display some degree of flattened affect. Guilt is the first emotion to erode; joy follows more slowly. Fear persists longest—almost as though it's being saved for something.
The ants/eyes motif appears in nine of fourteen debriefs. Hypothesis: mnemonic bleed from SCP-9232-1. Perhaps the Pig keeps souvenirs. Perhaps it's marking inventory.
We are not attempting re-entry. The Black Farm does not release anything without exacting equivalent value.
And we still don't know what it values.
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