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Talbot: Thank you for your cooperation today. Now I just need to ask you some questions.
SCP-4295-B: I just want this to be over. I have plans this afternoon. You need to- I have plans.
Talbot: I understand. Could you go ahead and tell us a little bit about this house?
SCP-4295-B: Oh, I've lived here my whole life. My whole life.
Talbot: Ah, okay. And who lived here before you did? Do you know anything about them, or about what kind of connection they might have had with the house?
SCP-4295-B: I don't remember the people we bought it from. I could probably track down their information, I suppose, but that was an awfully long time ago. They never mentioned anything strange.
Talbot: And what about your connection to the house? When did that start?
SCP-4295-B: Well, let's see. That happened slowly. At first it was just being able to feel when someone was around. It scared me, but I liked knowing who was where. The mold came next, I think.
(SCP-4295-B rolls up her left shirtsleeve to reveal that most of her upper arm is covered in shiny, dark-colored spots. The discoloration is not typical of lichen planus, nor of any similar skin condition. There is a large bump at the elbow, and the joint creaks audibly when moved.)
Talbot: Did you break your arm? It looks like it didn't heal right.
SCP-4295-B: I had to do the repairs myself all these years. I couldn't let just anyone in here.
Talbot: The skin condition is from the rot in the house?
SCP-4295-B: Oh, yes. Yes. You saw what happens to me when this place isn't taken care of.
Talbot: We're very sorry about that. How is your leg?
SCP-4295-B: Doesn't hurt any more than the rest, I suppose. You did alright with the gauze.
Talbot: Can you tell me what you noticed after the mold? It was just your skin at first, and then what?
SCP-4295-B: Well, it got much worse after everything happened. Much worse.
Talbot: After what?
SCP-4295-B: Oh. I just don't like to think about it, is the thing.
Talbot: That's alright. Take your time.
SCP-4295-B: No, I don't think I will. Let's just move on.
Talbot: This could be very important. I need to know what triggered that change.
SCP-4295-B: No, you do not! You people come into my home-
Talbot: Miss Ackerman. We want to help you, but we can't do that if you're not honest with us. Now, why don't you go ahead and tell us what happened?
SCP-4295-B: This was years ago. We went out to go to a play, me and Martin.
Talbot: Who is Martin?
SCP-4295-B: My husband.
Talbot: Okay. Go on.
SCP-4295-B: And we were just walking home and it was some man. We didn't know him. He just wanted money. Martin was always so stubborn. He didn't want to give it to him.
Talbot: Okay.
SCP-4295-B: He shot him. My Martin. He didn't make it.
Talbot: I'm sorry to hear that.
SCP-4295-B: That was when it started. When it really started. The house took care of me after that. At least there's one place that's just mine, I thought. This place is mine and I know it like the back of my hand.
Talbot: And what happens when you leave the house? Can you still feel everything going on inside it?
SCP-4295-B: Oh, I could never.
Talbot: Never what?
SCP-4295-B: Go out. I haven't in years.
Talbot: I see. And why is that?
SCP-4295-B: I couldn't do that. I just couldn't.
Talbot: IS there something you believe would happen if you did?
SCP-4295-B: (agitated): I couldn't. I just couldn't.
Talbot: Because you were frightened, or because you physically couldn't?
SCP-4295-B: There's no difference. I can't leave.
Talbot: Would it hurt you physically to leave? Would it damage your body to walk out that door?
SCP-4295-B: I suppose not, no.
Talbot: Well, it's going to be really hard to deal with those wounds in here. You need to see a doctor for proper medical treatment.
SCP-4295-B: No, I don't! I don't. I'm perfectly fine.
Talbot: You don't look healthy, Martha. I can see your hair is falling out. Is that related to the house?
SCP-4295-B: Might be, I suppose. Started falling out when the roof started leaking. Speaking of which, you have to fix that banister you broke.
Talbot: Do you think that will help with the injury?
SCP-4295-B: Of course it will! You did this. You saw how it happened. Shouldn't have gone down there in the first place.
Talbot: So it's not just the arm? It's everything?
SCP-4295-B: That's what I said. Didn't you hear?
Talbot: I'm only trying to confirm.
SCP-4295-B: Hmph.
Talbot: What would you use to fix something like that?
SCP-4295-B: Wood glue. Can't be picky. There's some in the cabinet there. (Points.)
Talbot: Obasi. Can you take care of that. I want to see what happens to the injury.
Obasi: Sure.
(Field agent Obasi retrieves a bottle of wood glue from a cabinet in the corner and leaves the room. SCP-4295-B sits forward and points to her lower thigh. Several footprint-shaped bruises appear spontaneously, each about an inch in length.)
SCP-4295-B: Combat boots. They're not good for the floors. This is why I don't have guests.
Talbot: Keeping up with the maintenance here must take up a lot of your time. Uh, can you take off that bandage so I can see if the injury heals properly?
SCP-4295-B: Why not?
(SCP-4295-B pulls her skirt up over her right knee and unwinds the gauze around her thigh. The wound is about four inches in length and runs vertically between the hip and knee.)
SCP-4295-B: I hope he didn't lose any pieces. That would be so- oh. There we go.
(The wound heals slowly, leaving a pink scar. It looks several weeks old by the time the repair is complete. SCP-4295-B sets the gauze aside.)
Talbot: Alright, Martha. I'm sorry. I can see this is difficult, but we're going to have to ask you to come with us.
SCP-4295-B: Oh? Well, I'm going to say no.
Talbot: It would really be the easier option if you agreed to come with us, Martha. We can't just leave you here. For your safety. We have to make sure you're taken care of.
SCP-4295-B: No. Are you threatening me?
SCP-4295-B: Why did you bring those men here? I'm not stupid. I can see they have guns.
Talbot: No one is going to hurt you, Martha. But I can see you're not doing so well. Some of those lesions are obviously infected. I think you know how serious it is.
SCP-4295-B: I can't.
(Field Agent Obasi returns. SCP-4295-B is secured at the elbows by the two Field Agents and makes an attempt at resistance by kicking Obasi in the shin. SCP-4295-B begins to weep as she is extracted from the building. At the front door, she refuses to support her own weight, and she is lifted and carried by Field Agent Nguyen. The group of people moves out onto the front porch. Nguyen descends first and reaches the last step before stopping abruptly and nearly losing his balance.)
Nguyen: Uh oh.
Talbot: What?
Nguyen: Uh, I can't carry her through. There's something stopping it.
Talbot: Stopping what? Can you walk forward?
Nguyen: Yeah, I can move just fine. I can't bring her with me. Look. It feels like there's a wall.
Talbot: Obasi, can you stand on the other side and pull?
Obasi: Why not?
(SCP-4295-B continues to weep and provides no verbal input.)
Obasi: Yeah, that's not going to work, either. I don't want to hurt her.
Talbot: Okay. Bring her back inside for now, I guess. Well, now this is interesting.
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