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Item#: 6920
Level3
Containment Class:
safe
Secondary Class:
{$secondary-class}
Disruption Class:
dark
Risk Class:
notice
Current state of SCP-6920-1.
Special Containment Procedures: All 23 instances of SCP-6920 are currently kept within a Cold Storage Containment Unit inside Site-16. SCP-6920-1 is currently under constant watch by a surveillance system ran and supervised by Shamus.aic. The systems have been fitted with ectovision lenses capable of viewing the spectral entities roaming the location of SCP-6920-1 when said entities do not make themselves visible. See updated procedures.
Updated Procedures: Director Deacon was allowed to put SCP-6920-A, -B, and -C under protective custody of the Foundation in light of Incident-6920-01, and all three entities have been moved to Site-16. They are currently kept inside Incorporeal Humanoid Holding Chambers, in Cell block 13 on Sublevel 04.
Description: SCP-6920 designates 23 light-green bottles containing an anomalous alcoholic beverage sold under the name "Ectoplashine". All SCP-6920 instances currently exhibit a teal-colored luminescence, and continuously exhibit this effect until less than 15% of the substance is left inside the bottle or the 15% is poured out.
To date, attempting to test for any other ingredients used in SCP-6920 has yielded no results.
Currently contained instances of SCP-6920.
Upon consuming any amount of SCP-6920, the following effects will take place;
- Extremely dilated pupils.
- Green tinted vision.
- Translucent abdominal area.
- Green and illuminated saliva.
Most notably, however, is the ability to view spectral, incorporeal, and intangible entities that may have previously appeared invisible to them. This state lasts for a total of one hour and fifteen minutes, after which subjects will revert to their normal appearances and lose the previously mentioned ability. The effects will take place upon consuming SCP-6920 again.
SCP-6920-1 is the location where SCP-6920 was manufactured and where entities -A through -D were found. The location exhibits no anomalous phenomenon. See the History section for more information.
SCP-6920-A, -B, -C, and -D are spectral humanoid entities who all previously worked for GoI-0019 in different states. They are intangible, capable of manifesting and demanifesting at will, and are capable of freely moving through most physical objects. They are able to levitate, however all four appear to prefer to "walk".
History: SCP-6920-1 is an abandoned wooden shack located in the northeastern plains of Kansas, built near the Oregon Trail sometime in the 1820s. The shack reportedly served as both the residential home of the Echeverría family and, primarily during the 1830s, as a stopping point for travelers walking the trail. The home was abandoned in 1858 when the last remaining member of the Echeverría family died of a heart attack.
During the 1910s, GoI-0019 came into possession of SCP-6920-1 and served as a standard moonshining operation from 1921 to 1922. During these years, a known eight to nine members of GoI-0019 worked to manufacture types of antique alcohol, which were promised to be "entirely original and foreign". In mid-1923, multiple deaths occurred during a brief moment of infighting. For an unknown reason, four of the members returned as translucent, intangible entities, and started to produce SCP-6920. SCP-6920 was sold throughout the 1920s in various speakeasy locations around the United States, primarily in the states of Kansas, Nebraska, Missouri, Iowa, and Illinois. Despite this, the sell of SCP-6920 was almost entirely located in Kansas itself. The location eventually attracted the attention of other members of GoI-0019, and it was once more put into their possession and back into business.
In 1930, through unknown sources, the location was identified by agents of the Bureau of Prohibition and was subsequently raided then shut down. Approximately nine members of GoI-0019 were arrested, however SCP-6920-A through -D were not detained as they remained invisible to the bureau agents. According to the spectral entities, the entities had passed the time by playing cards and learning various instruments. It is assumed that due to the recent rise of paracriminal activity in the United States since 1998, the entities attempted to restore their business, which led to their discovery by Foundation agents.
Discovery: SCP-6920 and SCP-6920-1 came to the Foundations attention in late 1999, where reports of "glowing green jugs" appearing in various locations around Kansas City and other neighboring cities and towns started to gain traction among the local media. Instances were acquired and witnesses were amnesticized while Foundation Field Agents were ordered to investigate further, where they discovered that the entities had started manufacturing SCP-6920 instances again in light of the recent rise of paracriminal activity in the area. The operation was shut down again, and SCP-6920-A through -D were successfully contained within the perimeters of SCP-6920-1.
Below is all the relevant information on SCP-6920-A through -D.
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- 6920-A
- 6920-B
- 6920-C
- 6920-D
- Final Interview: 11/27/99
6920-A, Circa 1919.
Name: John Jacob Burke
Date of Birth: Unspecified, 1880
Date of Death: July 16th, 1923
Physical Description: African American male, aged 43. Bald. Wears a three piece suit with dress pants and polished black boots. Often seen smoking a pipe or attempting to play a harmonica when manifested. Often seen manifesting in one of the living room chairs inside SCP-6920-1.
Overview: Became affiliated with GoI-0019 in the state of Georgia as a broker for black market trade in 1917 under the promise that they would be protected from KKK activists in the area. Worked as a broker in the area until 1919 where they were relocated to Kansas to sell and advertise rare moonshine and other various forms of antique alcoholic beverages to local crime gangs and speakeasy's in the area. Reportedly became close friends with the DiGiovanni brothers, John Lazia, and Tom Pendergast and secured GoI-0019 a foothold in local criminal activities in Kansas City. After 1923, SCP-6920-A lost any and all previous connections in Kansas, and worked primarily for GoI-0019 until 1930.
Interview 6920-A: 11/05/99
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Thorpe: Hello, 6920-A. How has your day been?
SCP-6920-A: Good. And please, call me Burke.
Dr. Thorpe: Very well then, Mr. Burke. I'm Dr. Thorpe, and I'm here to interview you on a few things, particularly your time with an organization we know as GoI-0019.
SCP-6920-A: What, the Machine?
Dr. Thorpe: No. I'm referring to the other crime syndicate you once worked for.
SCP-6920-A: Oh, yeah. Them. Why?
Dr. Thorpe: It's just what we need to know. And being cooperative could yield for some better living standards.
<SCP-6920-A sniffs the air, recoils, then nods.>
SCP-6920-A: I haven't seen anyone else from them in years. Whatever I know is probably worthless.
Dr. Thorpe: Lucky for you, that's what we need. We need to know about your decision to work almost exclusively in Kansas, and with the Machine.
SCP-6920-A: That's a bit of a tricky one to answer. For one, it was just easy enough to weasel our way in with the local mafia and the Machine. I talked to everyone, see? I got us customers, then acquaintances, then colleagues, then opportunities, and then close friends. I could sweet talk a kid into giving me his lollipop.
Dr. Thorpe: But why not start business in some of the hotspots during that time? Like Chicago or New York?
SCP-6920-A: Well, we did. To an extent. We had smugglers going back and fourth between some of the nearby states and cities, including Chicago. We weren't big, small even, but we were noticeable. We sold antiquities that no one else had, the ingredients and instructions supplied to us from outside Kansas. But that was before '23.
Dr. Thorpe: Before you died?
SCP-6920-A: Yeah. We started making Ectoplashine after that, some real good shit that legitimately no one else had. Oh, how I miss those days.
Dr. Thorpe: Our records show your connections with the Machine fell after that incident. Any reason why?
SCP-6920-A: Easy. Pendergast, and I quote, didn't think "weird shit" was gonna be as profitable as it is. It was the only one of the two setbacks we really ever had.
Dr. Thorpe: So then, let me ask again, why not Chicago?
SCP-6920-A: That brings me to our next setback. You don't think we tried to get into Chicago? Some of us already knew about Chappell and the Spirit, we knew what went on in Chicago. And for us that knew, it was out of our league. Well, mostly.
Dr. Thorpe: Mostly?
SCP-6920-A: Some Renegades stole some stashes of our good shit and tried to sell it out in Chicago and Manhattan. Chappell didn't like that, so he made sure we stayed out of that city. Hell, the whole damn state was made off limits. We just weren't ready for a competition like that, not with a bunch of hotheads like the Spirit.
Dr. Thorpe: Is that all? No other particular reason?
SCP-6920-A: Well, from what I heard, our boss's boss didn't have a good relationship with Chappell either. I heard he did something wrong, something stupid.
Dr. Thorpe: And what can you tell me about him?
SCP-6920-A: Nothing. Sorry, but I don't know a damn thing about him besides that he messed up bad.
Dr. Thorpe: Well, that's unfortunate. But anyhow, thank for your time Mr. Burke. I'll see what I can do for those new room arrangements.
SCP-6920-A: Sure thing, doc.
[END LOG]
6920-B, Circa 1918.
Name: Amy "Small Scout" Kindle
Date of Birth: January 18th, 1891
Date of Death: July 16, 1923
Physical Description: Caucasian woman, aged 32. Blonde hair. Wears a long, brown fur coat, a matching hat, and a leather satchel filled with a variety of items. Often manifests within the bathroom of SCP-6920-1, where they can be seen applying makeup or posing in front of the wall mirror.
Overview: SCP-6920-B joined GoI-0019 as a Mapper due to their extensive knowledge on the surrounding area of their hometown and state, Wisconsin. SCP-6920-B in particular was reassigned to SCP-6920-1 in 1921 for unspecified reasons, but their experience as a Mapper allowed them to become an integral part of the small operation. After their death in 1923, SCP-6920-B continued to serve as a Mapper until the operation was officially shut down in 1930. Evidence suggests they may have knowledge of several other operations in the Kansas area, however they have so far refused to disclose any additional information on the subject.
Interview 6920-B: 11/07/99
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Thorpe: Miss Kindle?
<SCP-6920-B, who had been applying makeup in the mirror, is startled by Dr. Thorpe.>
SCP-6920-B: Oh, goodness! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Who might you be?
Dr. Thorpe: I'm Dr. Thorpe, I'm with the Foundation. I'm here to ask you a few questions.
<SCP-6920-B appears visibly disappointed.>
SCP-6920-B: Oh. Fine. What do you want?
Dr. Thorpe: I understand you were a scout for this place, correct?
SCP-6920-B: They use the term Mapper for people like me. I went out to the woods, looked for some trails, maybe an abandoned road or two, and made it profitable for us. Standard work.
Dr. Thorpe: And as I understand it, you had been transferred here for…what reason?
SCP-6920-B: Ah, well, I don't know that one. "B" wouldn't tell me.
Dr. Thorpe: "B"?
SCP-6920-B: "B" was my boss back then. None of us knew his real name, so we called him "B". For boss.
Dr. Thorpe: Did he ever directly contact any of you?
SCP-6920-B: Well if it was one of us, it was Hitchcock.
Dr. Thorpe: And why him specifically?
SCP-6920-B: He was the liaison between us and "B", he was the only one who ever talked to him. Plus, he was the one that originally started this place up, so he had that special spot around here.
Dr. Thorpe: Did Hitchcock ever say anything about "B" in particular?
SCP-6920-B: Well…no, uh, no. He didn't tell, we didn't ask. We were just satisfied to get paid.
Dr. Thorpe: Right. This brings me to my next question. Mr. Burke told me that your boss had a boss. Is there anything you know about that, perhaps?
SCP-6920-B: My boss had a boss?
Dr. Thorpe: You didn't know this?
SCP-6920-B: Surely not! If I had known that, I…
<SCP-6920-B stops talking and moving.>
Dr. Thorpe: Miss Kindle?
SCP-6920-B: Hmm? Was I saying something? I'm terribly sorry, my head just got all foggy and what not, haha. What were we talking about?
Dr. Thorpe: We may have a problem.
[END LOG]
6920-D, Circa 1920.
Name: Liu Zhihao
Date of Birth: Unspecified, 1897
Date of Death: July 16th, 1923
Physical Description: Chinese immigrant, aged 26. Black hair. Seen manifesting in a variety of different clothing, most often poor in quality. Rarely every manifests inside SCP-6920-1, instead choosing to manifest specifically on the back porch of the location. Typically seen reading the same issue of newspaper on the back porch of SCP-6920-1.
Overview: SCP-6920-C became affiliated with GoI-0019 in 1914 after members of the group smuggled them and their family into New York state, although the specific location is unknown. Entity's family could not at the time pay for the service, and SCP-6920-C was forced into the group as a means to work off their dept. They worked as a drug mule from 1915 to 1920, until they were moved to SCP-6920-1 to work on the manufacturing of antique moonshine. After 1923, SCP-6920-C supposedly aided in the manufacturing of SCP-6920 until 1930.
Interview 6920-C: 11/10/99
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Thorpe: Hello, Mr. Zhihao?
SCP-6920-C: Hm?
<SCP-6920-C does not look up from the newspaper.>
Dr. Thorpe: I'm Dr. Thorpe, I'm with the Foundation. I'm here to ask you a few questions.
SCP-6920-C: Ah. Yeah. Go ahead, yeah, it's a boring day anyways.
Dr. Thorpe: I can imagine. Do you mind if I ask about the product you helped make here?
SCP-6920-C: I don't, no. Go ahead.
Dr. Thorpe: I'd mainly like to know one thing. How exactly did you make it?
SCP-6920-C: Only Mr. Hitchcock knows that.
Dr. Thorpe: Yet I understand you helped make it with him?
SCP-6920-C: He said I was too young to keep secrets.
Dr. Thorpe: So?
SCP-6920-C: So he made me forget.
Dr. Thorpe: I see. Do you remember anything at all?
SCP-6920-C: Not much. I remember very little, it was very long ago.
Dr. Thorpe: I reckon you don't want to talk right now either, do you?
<SCP-6920-C shakes their head and flips to the next page of the newspaper.>
SCP-6920-C: Busy reading.
Dr. Thorpe: Surely you've already read that newspaper a hundred times over.
SCP-6920-C: It's the only thing to read around here.
Dr. Thorpe: I see. I'll leave you to it, then.
<As Dr. Thorpe is leaving, SCP-6920-C speaks up.>
SCP-6920-C: The rest know.
Dr. Thorpe: Know what?
SCP-6920-C: How Mr. Hitchcock makes the ghost drink.
<Before Dr. Thorpe can ask further, SCP-6920-C demanifests.>
[END LOG]
6920-D, Circa Unknown.
Name: Jeremy Hitchcock
Date of Birth: Unknown
Date of Death: July 16, 1923 August 8th, 2002
Physical Description: Caucasian male, aged 39. Black slicked back hair. Wore a hat with a variety of other clothing, oftentimes mismatched. Previously manifested in the basement of SCP-6920-1, where he would smoke cigars and listen to a nearby record player.
Overview: SCP-6920-D was the previous head of the of the SCP-6920-1 operation and liaison between the members of the operation and the individual known as "B". Their position of leadership, however ,had been disputed between all four entities for years. SCP-6920-D reportedly started the business by themselves in 1916, but garnered the attention of the individual known as "B" and was offered a place in GoI-0019. After the incident in 1923, through currently unknown means, SCP-6920-D became the only one who knew the exact ingredients and instructions of how to make SCP-6920. It is still unknown why they decided to manufacture SCP-6920 specifically.
Update: As of Incident-6920-01, SCP-6920-D is deceased.
Interview 6920-D: 11/15/99
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Thorpe: Mr. Hitchcock?
SCP-6920-D: Go away. I'm enjoying myself.
Dr. Thorpe: I'm Dr. Thorpe, I'm with the Foundation. I'm here to ask you a few questions.
SCP-6920-D: Didn't you hear me? I said piss off.
Dr. Thorpe: Don't you get tired of listening to the same songs everyday? If you comply, I can maybe arrange you a collection of vintage records.
SCP-6920-D: What makes you-
Dr. Thorpe: <Interrupting> With added benefits. A new room perhaps? Somewhere not as bad as here.
<SCP-6920-D mumbles something, goes quiet, then faces Dr. Thorpe.>
SCP-6920-D: Fine, deal. What might the mighty Thorpe need to know from me?
Dr. Thorpe: Your boss, Miss Kindle called him "B". What can you tell me about them?
SCP-6920-D: I assume she's dead by now, so I'll spill. Firstly, "B" was a she, and her name was Jane Carter, but some of us- including me- called her J.C. She didn't quite like the people working for her knowing she was a woman either, so she hid herself under the names of J.C. to some, and then "B" to others.
Dr. Thorpe: Right. What else about her?
SCP-6920-D: Smart. Tough. And by God, she was beautiful. Funny story, there was one time where-
Dr. Thorpe: About her involvement in the organization you were both working in.
SCP-6920-D: Ah, that. Well what all do you know?
Dr. Thorpe: They're a criminal syndicate going by the name "Syndicate of 85". They sell all kinds of anomalous antiques, services, and run businesses like speakeasys and lounges.
SCP-6920-D: Well, that's not quite the Underworld I knew.
Dr. Thorpe: Underworld?
SCP-6920-D: When I first heard of them, they went by "The Underworld Criminal Syndicate of the United States of America". Long ass name, and everyone I knew shortened it to Underworld instead.
Dr. Thorpe: And when was this?
SCP-6920-D: Before '23, that's what they went by. After that, well…there was something of a decline between then and now, with 'now' more specifically meaning back in '39. Right after the Spirit fell.
Dr. Thorpe: Interesting. We'll come back to this, but I have another question for you. The other two have mentioned that your boss had a boss as well. Mr. Burke said he and Richard Chappell did not have a good relationship. I'd like to know what happened, and out of the three, you seem to know.
SCP-6920-D: That's actually a pretty funny story. See, it started out as a rumor one day back in 1920. "Oh, someone crossed Chappell", "Hey, you guys are screwed, the Spirit is coming", shit like that. So I ask J.C. what the fuck is going on, right? But she's got this absolutely piss-your-pants scared look on her face and she's panicking, trying to get some shit packed in a bag. She tells me, "He fucked up bad this time, Chappell is chasing us out of Chicago, and he's coming for the rest of us in the states. Brick and Kat are already dead. I'm leaving."
Dr. Thorpe: I don't suppose she went into any further detail?
SCP-6920-D: Something about the boss knowing about someone or something that he wasn't supposed to know. But that was it. That was the last time I saw her. It's funny because, in the end, Chappell never came for anyone else.
Dr. Thorpe: And what did your boss do?
SCP-6920-D: I don't know what he did to set off Chappell, but it was enough to the point that he got scared and fled the country. And when he did decide to make himself relevant again, I'm pretty sure he didn't even know we were out here. We didn't hear anything about it 'till '99, and that's when you guys swooped in.
Dr. Thorpe: I can assume you don't know much on this individual, then?
SCP-6920-D: Well, not exactly. There's some stuff everyone is allowed to remember.
Dr. Thorpe: Allowed to remember?
SCP-6920-D: That's just the way he works.
Dr. Thorpe: Then, what are you allowed to tell me?
SCP-6920-D: Not much. Just what everyone says about him. A man shrouded in mystery. An outlaw from a bygone era. A sweet talker who could convince you to buy anything. A gambler with quite the string of luck. Stuff like that.
Dr. Thorpe: Anything more specific?
SCP-6920-D: Only two things in particular, really. Firstly, no one could ever tell what color his eyes were.
Dr. Thorpe: As in they never got a clear look?
SCP-6920-D: No, like it was a color you couldn't see. Unrecognizable.
Dr. Thorpe: Well, that's a little intriguing. And the second thing?
SCP-6920-D: He was unnaturally pale.
Dr. Thorpe: Pale? Like they had albinism?
SCP-6920-D: Albinism?
Dr. Thorpe: Like they are an albino, a condition where-
SCP-6920-D: <Interrupting> Whoa whoa whoa, what the fuck did you say?
Dr. Thorpe: They…are an albino?
SCP-6920-D: Oh my God.
Dr. Thorpe: Is there a problem?
SCP-6920-D: That was his name. Albino.
Dr. Thorpe: Albino? I think I recognize the name, I believe we have a file on him.
SCP-6920-D: You son of a bitch! You made me talk!
Dr. Thorpe: What? I didn't-
SCP-6920-D: Holy shit, I'm a fucking dead man.
<SCP-6920-D demanifests.>
[END LOG]
After managing to have all four entities manifest inside the living room of SCP-6920-1, Dr. Thorpe conducted the final interview with SCP-6920-A through -D.
[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-6920-D: You'd better have a damn good reason for making me be here in my final moments, doc.
SCP-6920-A: Final moments? What?
SCP-6920-D: Shut up.
Dr. Thorpe: If you two would kindly quiet down, I'm here to ask two final questions for you all.
SCP-6920-A: Last time you made me go through a questionnaire, you promised me a new room. This isn't a new room. Where's my new room?
SCP-6920-B: He promised you a new room?
Dr. Thorpe: The request is going through, we're a very busy department.
SCP-6920-C: <Without looking up from their newspaper> Hurry and ask question then.
Dr. Thorpe: The first I'll ask is what happened on July 16th, 1923?
SCP-6920-A: We had a disagreement. Then a shootout. We died. We came back.
SCP-6920-B: Not that we know why, we just are.
Dr. Thorpe: Yes, yes, I understand that. I mean, what was the disagreement? What was it that actually happened?
SCP-6920-B: Well it was…huh. I can't remember.
SCP-6920-A: Really? We had an argument over…well, fuck me. I don't know either.
SCP-6920-C: I don't remember either.
<SCP-6920-D sighs loudly.>
SCP-6920-D: That was the day we all learned that the big man had left the Underworld. Which meant two things to us. Those who would keep following him, and those who would try other places.
Dr. Thorpe: And you all shot each other over it?
SCP-6920-D: Well, kind of. Us four decided to try and find opportunities somewhere else, but Jimmie, Linda, Martha, and Henry decided against us. They wanted to go out and find him, but the rest of us knew that wherever that was, Chappell was already there.
SCP-6920-A: I can remember it now, yeah. Yeah, Jim punched me when I tried to leave, shouted something about us droppin' the dime. Which was, of course, untrue.
SCP-6920-B: And then our fight ended with a draw. All of us had a shooter on us, even Liu had one. Doesn't seem to have mattered, though.
Dr. Thorpe: Then…where are the other four ghosts?
SCP-6920-C: Only ever us.
SCP-6920-B: Liu is right. To our knowledge, we were the only four who came back.
Dr. Thorpe: Hm. Well, I suppose that's a satisfactory answer.
SCP-6920-D: We aim to please. Now, your second question? What was it?
Dr. Thorpe: Right. Well, we'd like to know how you managed to make SCP- <Pauses> Ectoplashine.
<Silence for twenty seconds.>
SCP-6920-D: No.
SCP-6920-B: I mean, come on. Does it even matter anymore?
SCP-6920-D: I said no!
SCP-6920-A: And who put you in charge?
SCP-6920-D: The boss did!
SCP-6920-A: Boss ain't around no more!
SCP-6920-B: Jeremy, it's been seventy years. No one even remembers us anymore.
SCP-6920-A: And if they did, they would've gotten to us earlier.
<Silence for another ten seconds.>
SCP-6920-D: <Sighs> Fine, okay. Whatever.
Dr. Thorpe: Good. Then, would you mind explaining?
SCP-6920-D: Well, let's get this straight. I lied.
Dr. Thorpe: About what?
SCP-6920-D: Just hold on, doc. There were eight of us. Eight of us died.
Dr. Thorpe: Yes. And?
SCP-6920-D: And the main ingredient in Ectoplashine is, of course, ectoplasm.
Dr. Thorpe: As we understand it, yes. How is this-
SCP-6920-D: <Interrupts> There used to be eight ghosts, too.
<Silence for one minute.>
Dr. Thorpe: Oh.
SCP-6920-D: Yeah. "Oh".
[END LOG]
Addendum: Incident-6920-01
On 08/08/02, all cameras within SCP-6920-1 suddenly ceased functionality. Attempts to contact the guards that were, at the time, stationed at SCP-6920-1 failed. Agents from Mobile Task Force Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") and a team from Liaison-5 ("The Hawkshaws") were able to report to the location approximately two hours after the camera feeds cut off, which had been restored thirty minutes after ceasing function.
Upon reaching the destination, the guards that had been stationed at the location had been killed via gunshots to the head. Upon entering SCP-6920-1, all agents found SCP-6920-A, -B, and -C gathered around a puddle of ectoplasm in the basement. Entities claimed they heard SCP-6920-D yelling, followed by a gunshot, but did not hear any previous gunshots. Among the pile was a piece of paper akin to a calling card, the text of which as been transcribed below.
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Let this serve an example to the rest of you ghost fuckers.
No one talks shit about me and gets away with it.
Not even the dead.
- The Albino Man
Shortly thereafter, SCP-6920-A through -C were then transferred to Site-16 and have been placed under protective custody by the Foundation. Further interviews found entities -A through -C had forgotten all knowledge on the existence of PoI-0023, although remember that SCP-6920-D had been murdered.
As of 2002 there has been no activity from SCP-6920-1 since the incident, and no other SCP-6920 instances have been found. Surveillance of the location, however, has continued. An investigation concerning the reappearance of SCP-6920-A through -D inside SCP-6920-1 has been, until further activity from the location has been detected, postponed.
Addendum: On 08/17/02, the transcript was moved to the office of Dr. Montgomery as part of the renewed investigation efforts against PoI-0023.