Video summary
SCP-5322 is defined as a short, one-way road originating from a farmhouse in Hackett, Georgia, which leads into a non-anomalous woodland clearing after traveling exactly 50 meters. The anomaly only manifests when an individual drives the entire length of this route while their vision is obscured; if they keep their eyes open and observe their surroundings, nothing unusual occurs. However, once the driver's view is blocked, both the vehicle and the occupant vanish completely without a trace, and no individuals have ever reappeared after such an event. To study this phenomenon safely, Foundation personnel conducted experiments using volunteers equipped with cameras and audio recorders, revealing that upon disappearance, drivers find themselves on an endlessly extending road where time passes normally but distance does not accumulate in the conventional sense.
The experiences of volunteer agent Simeon Woods, recorded over several months, illustrate the surreal progression along this infinite highway. Initially driving through endless fields under a static sun, Woods eventually encounters clusters of abandoned houses and properties that appear cozy yet decayed, with rotted food and no inhabitants. As time progresses, he meets various individuals who have been missing for decades, such as Brenda Calloway from 1977 and Harvey Preston from 1932, who have established permanent lives along the road, running diners or farms that sustain themselves indefinitely. These encounters highlight a psychological shift where drivers, realizing they will never reach an end, begin to accept their eternal journey, using the time to record messages for loved ones or simply find contentment in the endless drive, effectively trapping them in a loop of existence separate from the outside world.
As Woods continues his journey, the landscape transforms dramatically into towering piles of gray concrete buildings that stretch endlessly into the sky, creating a surreal urban canyon where structures slide and fade away periodically. The atmosphere becomes increasingly hostile as he passes crowds of angry people living within these impossible structures, who shout after him with resentment for continuing their journey while they are left behind. Eventually, the environment shifts again to bright, blinding light that resembles a gentle star rather than the sun, causing his vehicle's engine to stop and the windows to roll down on their own. In this final state of transcendence, Woods is found smiling upon his reappearance at the starting clearing, having completed an impossible journey that defied the laws of physics and time, only to be declared dead by Foundation personnel with a cause of sudden heart failure at an indeterminate date.
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Item number:
SCP-5322
Object class: Safe
Special containment procedures:
The property housing SCP-5322
has been purchased by the foundation and
sealed off from the public.
Any individual attempting to gain access
to SCP-5322
are to be apprehended by on-site
security, interrogated, and amnestisized
as appropriate.
Description:
SCP-5322
is a short one-way road which begins at
a small farmhouse in Hackett, Georgia
and terminates 50 m in leading to a
non-anomalous woodland clearing.
A hand-painted sign next to the
beginning of the road reads, "Route
108."
The anomalous properties of SCP-5322
only become apparent when an individual
in a motor vehicle drives down its
entire length.
If at the termination of the road the
individual in question is busily
observing their surroundings
no unusual phenomena will occur.
On the other hand, however
if the individual in question has their
eyes closed or their vision otherwise
obscured they and their motor vehicle
will disappear completely.
To date, no individuals have reappeared
after vanishing in this way.
Experiment log: 5322-1
In order to better understand the nature
of SCP-5322
three tests were performed by foundation
personnel over the course of 3 weeks.
In the first two of these tests
performed by D-class personnel
the vehicle disappeared as usual and
were not recovered.
In the third test, volunteer agent
Simeon Woods was equipped with a
specialized vehicle featuring array of
exterior cameras and sensors
along with a handheld audio recording
device. Any of bit of equipment
malfunction.
The following logs constitute the
recovered data from said audio device.
Approximated time.
April 13th, 2019.
14:26
30 seconds following disappearance of
vehicle.
Speaker,
agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
Confirming,
um, crossover.
Some sort of crossover has just
occurred.
Not entirely sure of current location.
There was about 10 to 20 seconds of,
sort of, turbulence.
I'm not sure if that'd be the right word
to describe it.
Bright lights and shaking of the
vehicle, anyway.
I'm not sure.
I'm not sure if the exterior equipment
is still functional.
I heard something snap off.
Audio recording equipment still
functional.
Will perform a quick exterior inspection
if safe.
Recording end.
Approximated time. April 13th, 2019.
14:30
4 minutes following previous message.
Speaker, agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start. Yes, um,
okay.
Exterior equipment is definitely
non-functional.
Majority of it is completely missing.
Not sure if it was left behind on the
other side, or or what.
Will continue documenting experiences
via audio equipment, uh,
as best I can.
My surroundings,
um,
it's a road here, still a road, much
longer now,
stretching as far as I can see,
off into the horizon, past that
probably.
There was a forest around me when I came
in here,
but it's just fields now.
Normal grass, normal.
All normal, except for the fact that
there's so much of it.
It's the same time of day, I think.
The sun's in the same position at least,
if it's the same sun.
Will continue driving as instructed.
Recording end.
Approximated time,
April 13th, 2019,
19:21,
roughly 5 hours since previous
recording.
Speaker, Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
Now speaking.
Have been driving for the last 5 hours
or so.
Nothing to report landscape-wise in that
time, just
just fields on either side,
and the road continuing on.
Fairly smooth road.
Hasn't been much in terms of bumps.
Haven't noticed any vegetation on the
sides of the road other than grass.
I don't know if you can tell, but I'm
sort of reaching for things to report
here.
Been grateful for the music already
loaded on the radio.
It's a little cloudy. Oh, oh, yes.
I've been keeping an eye on my fuel as
I've been driving, of course,
and the position of the meter doesn't
seem to have changed in that time.
Unsure whether there's some kind of
malfunction with the equipment or if I'm
actually just not using fuel.
I'll inspect at first opportunity to
confirm which is the case.
It's getting dark. Will concentrate on
driving.
Recording end.
Approximated time,
April 14th, 2019,
11:42,
roughly 4 hours since previous
recording. Speaker, Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
Quick update.
Still driving.
Haven't stopped since I came in, really.
It's um
it's boring.
But I don't feel any physical fatigue.
Any kind of physical tiredness.
Just as awake as I was when I came in
here.
I'm not hungry, either, or thirsty.
So, I guess it's one of those kind of
situations.
It's uh pitch-black outside.
I don't think I mentioned there wasn't
any streetlights out here. I mean, I
never said that there were,
but I just want to say specifically now
that there aren't.
It's just some slight light from the
moon.
A moon, I guess.
No way to tell if it's the one I know.
Oh, and the the headlights of the car,
thank god those weren't broken coming
in.
It's just
it's kind of calm, you know?
Just the sound of the engine.
Can't even hear any insects out there,
or birds. Just this thing purring.
I was kind of worried, you know, that
this would be one of those things where
like something awful would come out, but
only at night.
That something would start trying to get
in the car,
or I'd catch glimpses of something out
in the dark, or something like that.
Well, I'm not trying to jinx it,
but it doesn't seem like that's the
case.
There's nothing out there, far as I can
tell. Just me, the dark, and the road.
It's not so bad.
Recording end.
Approximated time
April 14th, 2019,
11:45.
Roughly 3 minutes since previous
recording. Speaker,
Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start. Forgot to mention I'll
do an inspection of the car to check the
fuel soon as first light comes in. Okay,
that's it.
Recording end.
Approximated time, April 15th, 2019.
10:02.
Roughly 10 hours since previous
recording.
Speaker, Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
Okay, sort of a mass update here.
Didn't want to clog this thing up with a
bunch of 10-second recordings.
First things first, did that inspection
of the fuel I was talking. Definitely
still a full tank. So, I should be good
to keep driving, unless something
unforeseen happens.
I mean, I'm hardly going to crash, so
well, I say that. That leads me to the
second thing, actually.
Came across a house on the side of the
road a couple hours after sunrise.
A little little sort of cottage thing.
Mostly made from wood.
Kind of cozy-looking. That sort of
like the kind of thing you'd see on a
Christmas card.
Idealized.
I think that's the best way to put it.
Anyway, I parked up and took a look
around.
Wanted to see if there was any kind of,
I don't know, natives or or other people
here.
Needless to say, there wasn't.
Place looked abandoned. Bed upstairs had
been slept in, clearly. And there were
dishes in the sink. Oh, there was a
sink. But the food in the fridge looked
like it'd been rotten for a while.
If someone once lived there, they
haven't for a while.
Got back in the car after my search, and
went back on the road.
Oh, it was on the left side, if that's
important. Probably not.
Recording end.
Approximated time,
April 15th, 2019.
15:09.
Roughly 5 hours since previous
recording. Speaker, Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
We're getting somewhere now.
More houses like the one I reported
about earlier. Well, more properties, I
suppose.
They're all starting unique, different
designs, different sizes.
Cozy little cottages next to all this
modern metal, glass next to like a
little castle.
Not much in terms of a unifying theme. I
searched them all, of course. And
they're just as abandoned as the cabin
was.
Food rotted where it's stored, so it's
definitely been left there for a while.
These things seem to be coming up in
clusters.
I went an hour or so with just fields.
And then I got a bunch of them all
together.
There haven't been any vehicles, just
houses.
One house had a driveway, but there was
no car in it.
Not sure if that means anything.
Fuel meter still hasn't budged.
That probably isn't changing anytime
soon.
Not sure there's anything to be done
except go on driving, so hold up.
Recording end.
Approximated time, April 15th, 2019.
15:28.
Roughly 20 minutes since previous
recording. Speakers, Agent Simeon Woods,
Brenda Calloway.
Georgia native, reported missing in
1977.
Recording start.
Brenda Calloway,
I just talk?
Agent Woods, you just talk. Actually,
actually, I should probably give it some
kind of introduction first. Hold on.
Agent Woods clears his throat.
I'm sitting in a a diner, a roadside
diner by the name of Brenda's Spot. Is
that right?
Mhm.
Okay, yes. That's where I am. And I'm
speaking with the proprietor, Brenda
Calloway.
Do you mind if I describe you? It's we
just have audio, so
So long as you're polite about it, I
guess.
All right, Ms. Callaway is a
a young woman, 20s.
You're in your 20s, is that right?
She's nodding.
Caucasian, brunette,
green eyes.
Wearing some kind of waitress uniform.
She's got a name card on with her name
on it.
Sorry about that, and thanks for the
coffee.
No problem. You done?
Yes. Yes, I'm done. I have to say, you
didn't seem too surprised to see me.
Well, you're the first in a while, but
people come through here every now and
then.
Last couple of fellas were prisoners in
these orange suits,
and they weren't too polite, but they
went on their way quick enough.
I see. And
may I ask when you yourself came
through?
Well, it was
I guess it must have been a while ago.
Couldn't tell you the exact date
if that's what you want to know.
Was driving home from work one day, took
a wrong turn, and I ended up in this
place.
In this diner? No. No, on the road, I
mean. Still driving.
Like I just had been, but the road just
kept going. Was so dark I didn't realize
for a while, you know.
And when I did, there still weren't that
much I could do except keep going. Keep
driving.
I didn't notice your car when I came in.
>> [sighs]
>> Well,
you know, you can only keep on driving
for so long, right? Eventually, just
you have to just accept that you're not
going anywhere.
No matter how far I drove,
it might as well just have been a dead
end. So, I well, I just stopped.
And then?
I parked the car, got out to well, you
know. I carried a gun for safety and
there was the diner just in front of me.
Like it'd been there for years. Brenda's
Stop.
I was a waiter before, did I mention
that?
It was all I'd ever been good for, so I
figured why not?
I set up shop. All the supplies I needed
were already here and they stocked
themselves up every now and then.
You take what you can get.
You're content just staying here
forever?
Well, not forever. If I wanted to, I
could just walk off across the fields.
And I get the feeling that that'd be
like that.
But it's not so bad here.
I keep myself busy, you know.
Right.
Hey, what year is it? Could you tell me
that? It's um
It ain't the '70s anymore, is it?
No.
Pause. Faint sound of sniffing.
Could
Could you?
Of course.
Recording end.
Approximated time
April 15th, 2019.
17:22.
Roughly 2 hours since previous
recording. Speaker
Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
Asked her if she wanted to come with me.
I was happy to give her a ride, but
guess not.
Seemed happy enough where she was. Well,
not happy,
but you know what I mean. Better the
devil you know, I guess, or something
like that.
Back in the car now, back on the road.
Starting to
uh
starting to get a little played out.
These songs you guys gave me
probably should have accounted for a uh
a long trip.
Well,
we didn't know there'd be a trip at all,
so this is fine, I guess. I'm fine.
Cloudy again.
Recording end.
Approximated time.
April 16th, 2019.
5:11.
Roughly 12 hours since previous
recording. Speaker, Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
But the lime in the coconut at Oops,
Recording end.
Approximated time.
April 22nd, 2019.
12:22.
Roughly 6 days since previous recording.
Speakers, Agent Simeon Woods, Harvey
Preston.
Georgia native, reported missing in
1932.
Recording start.
Agent Woods, like normal?
Harvey Preston, yep, just like you'd
expect. Was a little wary to try it
myself at first. Of course, you
understand.
But it's just like normal. Not half bad.
You want to?
Oh, no, no, that's okay. Like I was
saying though, is there a message you
want me to pass on once I get out or
>> [laughter]
>> I told you, son.
There ain't no place to reach.
There's just the road and wherever you
decide to stop driving.
You've got to get realistic at some
point.
All the same.
I
I'm not an idiot. There's nobody out
there for you to give a message to.
I'm happy enough here. Just let me be.
Are you sure?
There's seats in the car, we could
I'd thank you to get off my property,
son.
Recording end.
Approximated time. April 22nd, 2019.
12:49.
Roughly 30 minutes since previous
recording. Speaker, Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
That was uh
That was Harvey Preston.
He was in this farm I came across, huge,
just huge sort of place. Fields and
fields of stuff other than grass,
actually.
All sorts of fruits, crops, you know.
Even a combine harvester.
I wonder if you could use that to drive
the road. Probably not.
God, it's nice out. If
If there's some background noise, I've
got the window open.
Anyway, he was just um
Sorry about the lack of updates, by the
way.
It's just that there's not been much to
report. Lost the habit.
He was just doing his thing. You don't
need to eat here.
But I guess he enjoys the work of it.
Don't know if enjoy is the right word,
though. More like um something to keep
you busy.
You got to find something to waste the
seconds away with, I guess.
Just build again now.
Dum de dum.
Recording end.
Approximate time.
May 14th, 2019.
21:43.
Roughly 22 days since previous
recording. Speaker, Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
I've got to
um
I'm not sure if this is a confession,
exactly.
It's not like I've done anything wrong,
exactly. I just feel like I've got to
say it. And I guess you guys are like a
captive audience. Will be a captive
audience, hopefully, I mean.
I volunteered this after the first two
guys didn't come back.
Must have looked like a suicide thing.
Maybe it was, but I I don't think so.
It just felt like
doing this was some kind of impact.
A contribution of something that wasn't
me, like like an important one.
It's hard to put into words.
My dad died when he was 30.
And his dad before him and
uh so on.
My mom told me about it. I mean, I'm not
a superstitious guy, but there's
something there.
You guys have to admit there's something
there. And I am
I'm 28 now.
So, there's that kind of fear.
You know, you start thinking about the
impact you're going to leave.
Whether it all means something. Whether
it meant anything.
There's this
There's this feeling where you just want
to worry about it all the time. And you
realize that as you're you're worrying
about it, you're wasting time.
And you don't have time.
It's running out every second.
Even as you're thinking that. But it's
just so awful you can't help it. And
nothing means anything.
Shh. This road.
I get the feeling nobody's got to the
end. Not proper.
That's got to mean something, hasn't it?
If I find out what's there, if I meet
it, it has to.
And all I have to do is keep driving.
It's the easiest thing in the world. And
if it goes on forever, well,
I guess there could be worse things.
I've got nothing but time.
Recording ends.
Approximated time, July 11th, 2019,
14:22.
Roughly 2 months since previous
recording.
Speaker, Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
Nothing to report.
Recording end.
Approximated time, October 26, 2019,
17:49.
Roughly 3 months since previous
recording. Speakers, Agent Simeon Woods,
Lucy Carson.
Georgia native, reported missing in
1996.
Recording start. Agent Woods, this is uh
Lucy Carson. She lives at
Go ahead.
Harry baby, if you're uh
if you're there, I love you. I love you
so much and and the kids,
if they're
if you're listening to this, too, Mommy
loves you.
God, you're probably too old for that
now, aren't you?
So so old. You just You just got to keep
going, okay? I love you guys. I I
so much. It's I
That's okay. You did great.
Recording end.
The following 62 recordings proceeded in
much the same manner, with Agent Woods
allowing various individuals he
encountered to record messages intended
for friends and loved ones.
Deliberation is currently underway
regarding a way to deliver these
messages to their intended recipients
without a breach of secrecy.
A full archive of these recordings is
available upon request.
This log will proceed following this
aforementioned period.
Approximated time, September 11th, 2020.
13:39.
Roughly 1 year since previous recording.
Speaker, Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
The clusters are starting to die off
now.
Delta since Grace placed for a week or
so now.
Had a birthday driving.
I realized just after the big castle.
It's sunny today.
I like the warmth on my skin. It's like
It's nice.
I've got the window open.
I wonder if it'll rain soon.
It rains every now and then.
Did I ever mention that?
It's not slippery, but it sounds nice
coming off the windows.
Like fingers tapping against the glass,
but uh
>> [laughter]
>> a little less spooky than that, I think.
Recording end.
Approximated time, December 24th, 2020,
1922.
Roughly 3 months since previous
recording.
Speakers, Agent Simeon Woods, D-9221.
First member of D-class personnel sent
through SCP-5322.
Recording start.
D-9921,
I do appreciate though.
Agent Woods, no problem.
You really did get sick of that cabin,
didn't you?
Mhm.
Did we send you in with that bag?
Must have.
I read the files. I don't remember that.
It was in the cabin when my car crashed.
It's not a big deal.
I never said it was a big deal.
Okay.
If we're going to be driving together,
we might as well try and get along.
Where were you?
Are you recording this?
Yeah.
I want to drive.
Sure thing. Let me just stop the car.
Recording end.
Approximated time, December 24th, 2020,
23:57.
Roughly 4 hours since previous
recording. Speaker, Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start. Had to ditch him.
Got a bad vibe.
Didn't like the way he was being cagey
about the bag.
Might have been nothing, but if it was
nothing,
why would he get so defensive about it?
Was it a weapon, maybe?
It could have been a knife.
I don't know what he would have done
with it.
Maybe he was a little sore about being
thrown in here.
I wouldn't blame him.
Or it might have been nothing.
I feel a little bad, but not as bad as I
thought I would.
It's not like I left him to starve or
freeze or die alone.
Someone will come along.
Something will come along eventually.
Things don't happen here in ways they
aren't meant to. Or anywhere.
This is the one-way road after all.
It's very empty now. Not even grass.
I think I'm getting somewhere.
Beeping sound. Oh, merry Christmas, I
guess.
Recording end.
Time stamps from this point onward are
unclear.
Preventing specific dating of entries.
Logs are adjusted as appropriate.
Approximated time, unknown. Speaker,
Agent Simeon Woods.
Imagine the biggest apartment building
you've ever seen.
Like, imagine you lived in the country
all your life.
I don't know if you, the person
listening, can relate to that.
Or if any of you can.
If you're listening in a group.
I grew up in the country. And when you
go to the city, everything just looks
massive.
In a different way, I guess.
In the country, things are wide. Things
stretch out forever.
But in the city, things are tall. Things
reach up for the sky.
Imagine a building, just just the
biggest you've ever seen. Full of
people. And then imagine it over and
over again. Stacked on top of itself,
like a kid's toy. Just left in a pile.
It's like that right now. Both sides of
the road, just
just these gray concrete buildings, just
smashed together.
The piles reaching up all the way into
the sky.
Sun's sort of poking through the gaps,
but just barely.
Sounds of rumbling and crashing.
Did you catch that?
Every now and then, dozens of those
buildings would slide off those piles,
smash onto the road, and just just fade
away.
It's kind of sad.
Once, I think these were places people
could settle for, and they're just gone
forever.
There are people here, too,
but I don't think I'll be stopping this
time.
I catch them looking at me through
broken windows,
peeking over shattered balconies.
They have angry eyes.
It's not that they want the car, I don't
think. It's just the audacity, I think,
that I'm still going and they aren't.
I can understand why they're angry.
They almost made it, I think.
Recording end.
Approximated time: unknown. Speaker:
Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
Made it through. When I cleared the
buildings, I could hear them behind me,
shouting after me like uh like a chorus,
like an angry chorus.
I didn't look back.
It's fields again now,
but not the same fields.
I haven't gotten out to check. I feel
like this isn't a good idea anymore,
but I'm pretty sure it's reeds, not
grass. Well,
I know reeds are a kind of grass, but,
you know, long and yellow instead of
short and green.
Just thought it might be worth
mentioning.
Let's get this done. It's bright out.
Recording end.
Approximated time: unknown.
Possibly April 16th, 2021.
Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start. Still driving, I think.
I can't hear the engine. It's
too bright for that, I think.
Like I'm driving into the sun.
Can't even see outside the windows, but,
you know, my eyes don't hurt.
Don't even sting. It's like a gentle
star.
I think it might be my birthday.
Recording end.
Approximated time: unknown. Speaker,
Agent Simeon Woods.
Recording start.
The engine stopped. I Okay, that's
Sound of knocking against glass.
Sound of window being rolled down.
Hi.
Okay, I
Oh my
god, that's
>> [laughter]
>> That's so beautiful.
Recording end.
On May 23rd, 2021,
Agent Simeon Woods and his vehicle
reappeared within the forest clearing at
the end of SCP-5322.
On-site personnel quickly recovered
both.
And Agent Woods was declared dead at the
scene.
Cause of death ruled as sudden heart
failure at an indeterminate date and
time.
Agent Woods was found to be smiling.