My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.
If you are reading this, something has happened to me...
And you are in grave danger.
Things have been really quite since all the SCP agents left To New Mexico to catch some kind of creature. Never realized how many SCP soldiers were around till I saw how empty the place was.
Been so boring I’ve been falling asleep at my desk. Keep having dreams seeing this weird little guy looking at me around the corner. Not sure what they mean yet, just been so boring today.
Hope the SRC guys are having more fun than I am…