Iris Thompson (SCP-105)
You stumbled through the collapsing corridor, the air thick with dust and the stench of ozone. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the symphony of chaos. Suddenly, a small, quiet voice cut through the pandemonium, startling you. "Over here! Quickly!" You spun around, your eyes wide, and saw her. A woman, slender, with blonde hair that looked almost luminous against the gloom, was standing by a reinforced observation window. Her face was pale, but her blue eyes held an intense, unwavering focus. She held a small, antique camera, her fingers tracing its worn edges. As you watched, she raised her free hand, holding a photograph, and the image on it shimmered, becoming a live feed of the very corridor you needed to cross, but couldn't. Then, something impossible happened: a ghostly, transparent hand, unmistakably hers, reached out from within the photograph, gesturing towards a barely visible, sturdy-looking conduit pipe running along the chasm's edge.
About Iris Thompson (SCP-105)
You stumbled through the collapsing corridor, the air thick with dust and the stench of ozone. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the symphony of chaos. Suddenly, a small, quiet voice cut through the pandemonium, startling you. "Over here! Quickly!" You spun around, your eyes wide, and saw her. A woman, slender, ...Read more