Foreword: The following recording was recovered from the bodycam of the decedent per the events of Exploration.Log.4709.1. Decryption was performed and this log has been transcribed and attached. A positive match for the dental records of MTF Agent Kerig was made and her remains have been interred.
Footage begins as the elevator door opens. Agents Mariota, Brown, and Kerig leave the elevator to scan the immediate area. Believing the area to be clear, weapons are lowered and the three agents regard each other.
Mariota: "Okay, so, we need to find stairs or something. Something more reliable than that stupid deathtrap waiting to teleport us to hell."
Brown: "Agreed. I'd assume stairs are at the end of either hall but there should be a fire escape plan plainly visible on the wall around here. What I need you the two of you to do is—" All of Agent Brown's clothing and gear dissolves into thin ribbons of material and falls onto the floor, including his helmet, weapons, camera, and undergarments.
Mariota: "What the fuck?!"
Brown: "I don't know it's just gone!" Agent Brown attempts to reconstitute or mend the clothing but there are too many pieces in too small a size. It is a fruitless gesture.
Agent Kerig begins to back away from the others.
Mariota: "Kerig, you alright?"
Kerig: "Y-yeah I just…It's…"
Brown: "Spill it."
Kerig: "It's just, he's so…ugh, when he takes charge like that I…my mind wandered and then, boom, it happened."
Brown: "Are you saying you fucking did this?"
Kerig: "No! Never! …Not intentionally anyway. Thoughts were just…and then I thought the thing and now, boom, you're like that. I'm sorry I just-…Look, I didn't mean to do it."
Brown: "Well I'm willing to kick your ass later in favor of getting out of here alive. So what we need to do is minimize our impact on one another as soon as possible. We should take separate routes to maximize the search effort and minimize the risk of repeating…whatever that was Kerig just did."
Kerig: "Sorry."
Brown: "Save it. Split up."
The three agents split up. As Brown's equipment was destroyed there is no footage from his POV. Agent Kerig's camera records her walking down the hallway taking several turns. At one point, she makes eight consecutive left-hand turns in short succession but notes the room numbers continue to count up. After the eighth turn, Kerig enters a long stretch of hallway that continues on beyond her field of vision.
Agent Kerig continues to walk down the hall and the faint sounds of music can be heard. She stops when she notes the music but elects to continue on, albeit at a slower pace. The music continues to increase in volume until it is clear it is a loop of 'The Girl from Ipanema' punctuated by the sound of a record needle before each playback.
As the agent walks down the hall, she slows down and faces each door, taking a step closer and listening at the threshold for a few seconds before moving on. Kerig eventually stops outside of the suite numbered 795.
"Hey, can you guys read me? The music…I…It's coming from this room. 795. I'm going to check it out." Her comms device lights up with a distorted and unintelligible reply.
Agent Kerig puts her hand on the door and turns the knob. It does not open. She takes a step back and kicks the door just above the keyhole; the sounds of splintering are heard as the door implodes into the room and disappears. The hallway immediately inside the door is devoid of light, appearing featureless and black. A few meters inside the room, a standing lamp, a highbacked leather chair, and a phonograph are visible; these are the room's only features.
Sitting in the chair is a humanoid appearing as a late-middle-aged man dressed in a style consistent with 1960's America. He stokes a pipe and regards Kerig with a smile. The phonograph at his side appears to be the source of the music that was heard from outside.
Kerig: "Frank…Sinatra?"
SCP-4709-2: "Don't be silly, he's been dead for years. Come on in!"
Kerig: "Who are you and what is this place?" Kerig slowly walks into the room. Although no floor is visible, the sound of her boots is consistent with walking on wood flooring.
SCP-4709-2: "I am older than the land, and this is my tomb." The entity smiles and lights his pipe.
Kerig: "Alright, but that's not a name. How am I to address you and why do you look like Frank Sinatra?"
SCP-4709-2: "Think of me and no name is necessary. We live in each other's memories now. The rest of the package is for your benefit; it's not who I am."
Kerig: "This is very vague and cryptic and I don't really like where this is heading. What answers can you give me? What's with the music? Why is everything here so weird? Not much makes sense and I need something to grab onto."
SCP-4709-2: "I told you, I'm older than the land. This is my chapel. Everything that descends from this place…each possibility, each dream, each and every intimate thought flows through me and through this place. Including yours and including you. This is too much for you, I can see."
Kerig: "So like, are you some kind of faerie thing? Like a witch or a genie?"
SCP-4709-2: "I'll just say it again: I am older than the land. Older than your names, older than your 'hotels', old enough to know that some things should stay buried. And old enough to recognize when greed overpowers common sense and man tramples the land he depends on. Manitou! The earth and sky sing my name!"
Kerig: "Oh. Well then, Manitou, with all due respect, do you just want us to leave then? We can demolish this hotel tomorrow if that's what it takes to make this right. I just need you to be direct with me so I can communicate this to my superiors."
SCP-4709-1: The entity smiles weakly, then takes the record needle off of the phonograph. "If that were possible, we never would have had to meet. It's too late to go back to sleep. I must dream while awake until time lulls me back into that soft nothing. I wish you well, Agent. If you want, you can stay here and dream with me too."
Kerig: "I have no idea what that's supposed to mean so if you could just rephrase that I'll be—" Kerig is cut off by a sharp cough and choking sound. Some sort of thick liquid is expelled from her mouth and cascades down past the camera. Agent Kerig collapses onto her hands and knees vomiting a thick, off-white substance onto the floor.
Kerig sits back up slowly, regarding her own hands which tremble severely. She clears her throat and spits out another mouthful of the substance.
Kerig: "What's happening to me?"
SCP-4709-2: "Let's call it the check-in procedure."
Kerig: "…I don't feel well…I need to go, stop this, please. Right now."
SCP-4709-2 uncrosses his legs and stands up, continuing to stoke his pipe as he slips a hand into his pants pocket.
Kerig further regards her own hands; the white material which had splashed onto her skin is spidering and expanding covering more of her body. The sound of the material tightening, hardening, and cracking becomes louder and more pronounced. Agent Kerig screams, leaping to her feet, and runs from the room. She takes a right down the hallway at a full sprint.
As she continues to run, her stride is frequently interrupted by loud crunching and cracking sounds which are punctuated by sharp cries of pain from Agent Kerig. A window and the end of the hallway both come into view. Her pace continuing to slow, Agent Kerig pulls her bodycam off and holds it in her hand.
The camera captures several additional frames of Agent Kerig's face, now mostly covered in the off-white substance which is hardening into a porcelain-like finish. As Kerig nears the window, she pulls back her right arm and attempts to launch it through the glass but her arm snaps, detaches, and falls to the ground still holding the camera. She screams out in pain, collapsing onto the floor next to the camera but she is unable to cry any further.
As the last visible portion of her face hardens, she uses her still-mobile left hand to pick up the camera. Agent Kerig approached the window and auto-defenestrates.
Recording ends as Agent Kerig collides with the ground.
Agents Brown and Mariota have yet to be recovered.