 Item number SCP-1084 Object Class, Euclid Special Containment Procedures Containment Site-153 has been built around SCP-1084 in the surrounding town, which is abandoned, mostly abandoned. Offense has been built around the town's perimeter, along with warnings of radioactive waste contamination to discourage entry. All efforts are to be made to locate any living descendants of the town's occupants as of January 25th, 1914. All residents and descendants are confirmed dead, with the exception of SCP-1084-1. Description SCP-1084 is a badly damaged granite mausoleum located in a graveyard just outside a small abandoned village in Cojila, Mexico, and engraving on one side of the mausoleum includes the name of the deceased and the following when translated. Born, June 24th, 1842, died January 25th, 1914, aged 71 years. We were wrong. Accumations of the grave site revealed a long-deceased humanoid with decomposition appropriate for the given timeframe. If the gravestone is correct, the body belongs to the American author ████████, who disappeared in Mexico in late December 1913. Analysis of the body suggests it was killed by multiple gunshot wounds at close range, which is consistent with the reports gathered from SCP-1084-1. The anomalous properties that seem to emanate from SCP-1084 are centered on the nearby village. Experimental subjects entering the village feel a strong sense of discomfort and guilt with no discernible cause, and invariably request to leave as soon as possible. All the buildings show significant weather damage consistent with a lack of upkeep over many decades. Perhaps most strangely of all, it is no longer possible for any human to recall or record the village's name. This has been confirmed by experimentation even at remote locations, as any conversation about the village, including the town's name, consistently results in all parties forgetting its name. The only person living in the village has been designated SCP-1084-1. Her birth name has been determined to be Estralita Juarez. If her diary is to be believed, she has lived in the village since her birth in 1896. The woman is mute and spends much of her time wandering the streets of the town silently, stopping only to sleep on the floor of various buildings. Every year on January 25th, SCP-1084-1 will return to SCP-1084, reach into the mausoleum, and remove a bottle of 7-year-old rum, confirmed by chemical analysis and a single glass. She will then pour a drink into the glass, pour it over the grave, place the bottle in the glass to top the mausoleum, and lay down. Under no circumstances will SCP-1084-1 consume any of the rum. Experimentation has confirmed on multiple occasions that no bottle or rum exists within the mausoleum until she reaches in to retrieve it. The woman will then sleep beside the mausoleum, awaken in the morning, and return to the town. Addendum SCP-1084-A Inside the original home of SCP-1084-1, a diary was located. Relevant excerpts from the diary translated into English. January 21st, 1914 The gringo has done nothing since he stopped here but look at me, and I believe I have the opportunity to gain advantage by this. They are always said that Americans have plenty of money, so maybe I can secure some for myself as his wife or through other means. He seems close enough to the grave as is, but not too close to enjoy the company of a woman. January 24th, 1914 Everything they say about Yankees is true. They lack even the barest shred of honor. How the man could put his hands on me and the way of a husband and then refuse me, it sickens me. It is no matter. I will have satisfaction. January 25th, 1914 I have told mother and father they were angry with me but far more angry at the Yankee and more willing to act. They have gone out to recruit some local townspeople for the act. It is done. He tried to escape but could not accomplish it. The rifles in the town are still warm. Body was left outside of town. January 26th, 1914 Before the pig dog died, he said something about how nobody would ever speak of us again. Nobody knows what he meant but I cannot help but dwell in his words. It is no matter. He is in hell where he belongs. January 31st, 1914 It is colder than usual. Strange things are seen around town and people are concerned. Some have left. Some have taken their own lives. We are all concerned. February 3rd, 1914 More dead today. Hardly anyone around it seems. We cannot even speak of the town anymore. January 28th, 1914 Not ten of us left. Hard to speak. We are sorry. Carried his remains to one of the unused mausoleums and buried him by myself took many days. We are sorry. Carved an inscription into the stone we are. May 31st, 1914 We are sorry. January 25th, 1915 We are sorry. January 25th, 1916 We are sorry. The remainder of the diary is similar to the above.