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The police officer sits across the table 
from the weeping woman, who’s dabbing her  

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eyes with a handkerchief that does little 
to stem the flow of tears. Between sobs,  

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she recounts her story to him. Several days 
ago, she gave her husband a kiss goodbye as  

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he left home for a business meeting out of 
town. He’d traveled for business before,  

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and always came back promptly. If he was 
delayed for any reason, he would give her  

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a call and let her know. But this time, 
there was no call, no message, and no him.

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Now, after four days without so much as a text, 
she is beginning to fear the absolute worst.

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The police officer follows the standard 
procedure, asking about any enemies her  

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husband might have had or perhaps a reason 
to run away without leaving a trace. Was  

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he having an affair? Was he in trouble with 
money? The woman insists vehemently that, no,  

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her husband is a good man with no secrets. He pays 
his bills on time, treats everyone with kindness,  

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and never steps a toe out of line in any aspect of 
his life. She can’t fathom why someone would want  

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to harm him. And he would never, ever abandon 
their life together without a good reason.

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So, with nothing concrete to go on except 
the desperate pleas of a terrified wife,  

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the police begin their investigation. 
What happened to this seemingly ordinary  

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businessman that could make 
him vanish into thin air?

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They speak to his business associates, and all 
of them corroborate the wife’s story. He is a  

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perfectly ordinary, nice man with no secrets 
as far as anyone can tell. For a brief moment,  

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suspicion falls on the wife herself. Did 
she kill her husband, and then put on an  

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act to divert? But there are no signs of foul 
play at the house, and no discernible motive.

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If someone did decide to hurt the man, it 
wasn’t his wife, or anyone at his office.  

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With no immediate family to speak of, all local 
suspects are ruled out. If it was foul play,  

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it was someone in the city where the 
man had gone on his business trip. So,  

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they move their investigation 
there in search of answers.  

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What they will eventually find, they never 
could have predicted in a hundred years.

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The police don’t know it, but the man does have 
one secret. Something even his wife doesn’t  

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know about. He’s absolutely terrified of using 
public bathrooms. In spite of this secret fear,  

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on the day of his disappearance, 
he had to get up close and personal  

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with a public bathroom. The encounter 
would see his worst fears realized.

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There's always something especially vulnerable 
about using a public bathroom in an unfamiliar  

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place. Sure, it's unlikely that 
something will actually go wrong;  

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the world isn't filled with masked killers 
skulking in bathroom stalls and waiting for  

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an unsuspecting victim to stab. And it's not 
as if the pipes are crawling with alligators  

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or rats ready to climb up through the 
bowl, teeth bared and ready to bite.

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But even still, there is a touch of anxiety to 
the whole ordeal. In a new place, all alone,  

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with your pants around your ankles, anything could 
happen. These are exactly the thoughts racing  

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through the middle-aged man's mind every time he 
finds himself in need of a bathroom while out and  

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about. Normally, he plans for that eventuality, 
and he stays close to home or at least close to  

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a familiar restroom, one where he knows the 
lay of the land and feels safe. But today,  

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a business meeting took him into a new 
neighborhood, and he miscalculated how  

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long the whole affair would take. Now, it's 
beginning to look like a real emergency.

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It is four days before his wife will file 
a police report declaring him missing,  

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and the man is pacing back and forth on the 
street, musing over his options. He can’t soil  

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himself in the street, that would be absurd, 
not to mention illegal. He can’t go outside,  

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that’s even worse. And there is 
simply no time to make it back home,  

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even if he drives as fast as he possibly 
can. No, there is only one thing to do.

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With no other available option in sight, the 
man is going to have to face his worst fear:  

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a strange public bathroom. Up ahead, he spots a 
public latrine. In any other scenario, he would  

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never take this risk, but the only other option is 
finding a bush to squat behind and that is simply  

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unacceptable. So, he ducks into the latrine and 
shuts the door behind him. He moves so quickly,  

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he doesn’t even notice the graffiti scrawled 
on the side: “BEWARE! SNAKE!” Even if he had  

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spotted it, he likely would have written it off. 
Snakes can be dangerous if provoked, but they  

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And now back to the terrifyingly 
dirty details behind our guy’s  

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adventures in the public restroom.
He reaches for the lock, but before  

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he can turn it, it clicks into place seemingly on 
its own. That's a bit unusual, but perhaps there's  

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some sort of automatic mechanism on the lock. He 
doesn't have time to worry about that right now,  

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anyway. He walks toward the toilet, trying not 
to focus on the cleanliness of the bathroom,  

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when all of a sudden, he loses his balance, 
stumbling into the wall. He struggles to right  

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himself, but the ground beneath him continues 
to pitch and roil. What is this? An earthquake?  

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He can't hear the telltale rumbling sound, 
or anyone outside of the latrine reacting.

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He doesn't have long to think about it 
before the ground beneath him rolls again,  

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knocking him to his hands and knees on the filthy 
bathroom floor. He scrambles back toward the wall,  

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pressing his back flat against it and using 
the strength of his legs to slowly push  

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back up onto his feet. He feels his way 
along the wall until he reaches the door,  

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and grabs hold of the knob. He twists 
it, attempting to wrench it open,  

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but the door simply won't budge. He kicks at the 
door, trying to break it down, but it won't give.

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The knob rattles as he twists and turns it, 
but every attempt is fruitless. No! He can't  

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let himself lose hope. If he gives up now, he'll 
perish inside this bathroom during what seems to  

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be a highly localized earthquake. So, as the floor 
tips and rocks beneath him, he rears back and  

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throws his shoulder against the door with every 
ounce of force in his body. Blinding pain rips  

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through his shoulder, and still, the door stands 
firm. He collapses to the ground, clutching at  

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his throbbing shoulder. A quick inspection reveals 
that it is almost certainly dislocated. So here he  

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is, lying on the floor of the bathroom, groaning 
in pain, praying the earthquake stops soon.

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For now, he'll just have to lay here and catch 
his breath. After a moment, the floor steadies.

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Good, it's over. Now, to do what he came 
here for, and get the hell out of here.

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Still holding his dislocated shoulder, 
he sits up and begins to climb back to  

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his feet. But wait...what's that sound? That 
creaking, crunching, twisting sound? Slowly,  

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with a sinking feeling in his stomach, he looks 
up at the ceiling. Is it getting closer? At first,  

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he thinks it must be lingering disorientation 
from the fall, but no...it definitely is.  

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Slowly but surely, the ceiling is pressing 
down on him. He glances from side to side,  

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and sees that the walls are doing the same. All 
at once, the room is constricting around him.

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The walls ripple and pulse as they move, 
as if they were alive. Beneath him,  

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the floor feels warm, soft, not in a comforting 
way but in a manner reminiscent of living flesh.  

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The door won't budge, there is no window 
in here, and there is nowhere to run or  

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to hide. To make matters worse, the 
room itself begins to turn and twist,  

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knocking him into the wall. He can't stay on 
his feet, can't right himself in a space that  

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is constantly turning and tilting. It's like 
being trapped inside a carnival ride from hell,  

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with no way off in sight. But at least 
there's no way it can possibly get any worse.

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As if the bathroom heard his 
desperate, foolish, hopeful thought,  

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the you-know-what suddenly hits the proverbial 
fan. The toilet begins to rumble and rattle,  

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shaking as something builds up deep within. 
Something is coming. Much to the man's horror,  

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a jet of thick brown sludge begins to rocket 
out of the toilet bowl. The fountain of  

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disgust touches the ceiling, dripping down the 
walls, all while the man watches in despair.  

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The walls and ceiling keep twisting, and the 
floor begins to rock again. Though he tries  

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his best to stay on his feet, the man slips 
in the mystery slurry and lands on the floor  

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with a painful thud. Then, while he's down, the 
floor tilts at a dramatic angle, rolling the man  

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toward the toilet. The entire room is somehow 
working together to force him in its direction.

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He claws at the floor, straining to hold 
himself in place. It’s ironic; he came in  

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here with nothing but the toilet in mind, but 
now he’ll do anything he can to stay away from  

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it. He isn’t sure what awaits him if he reaches 
the toilet, but after all he’s experienced today,  

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he knows it can’t be anything good. But 
the floor is too slick to get a grip on,  

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and slowly but surely, he slides toward 
the gaping porcelain maw. He screams,  

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calling out to someone, anyone, to save 
him. But there is no one to hear his cries.

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The ceiling presses down tighter and tighter, 
and the walls squeeze closer around him,  

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writhing and jerking around him and hastening his 
journey toward certain doom. His fingernails leave  

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gouges in the floor as he slides, and reaches 
the opening of the toilet. The walls and ceiling  

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are right up against him now, physically pushing 
and cramming him into the hole. First his feet,  

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dozens of tiny bones crunching as they are 
forcibly contorted to fit into the small opening.  

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Then his ankles, his shins, his knees, each inch 
of movement more agonizing than the previous one. 

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With the building closing around him like this, 
forcing him down into the toilet’s opening,  

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he can’t help but feel like prey in the belly 
of some enormous beast. That’s exactly what’s  

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happening, he realizes through the fog of 
terror and agony. It would almost be funny,  

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if it weren’t a nightmare come to 
life: the toilet is eating him alive.

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When the man has been crushed up to the thighs, 
he loses consciousness from the pain. It’s a  

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small mercy, and it means he won’t be awake for 
what comes next. Bit by bit, the toilet swallows  

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the man, the interior of the bathroom crushing 
him to a pulp as it does. When the room returns  

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to its original size and shape, there is almost no 
evidence that the man was even there. Only a small  

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pile of skull fragments and a reddish-brown smear 
along the floor suggest anything was ever amiss.

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Several days later, the police come looking 
for a missing businessman. At first,  

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the trail appears to have gone cold. But then,  

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a local man reports seeing a man in a suit 
enter the latrine. He also explains that,  

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as far as he can tell, the man never came 
back out. When they enter the latrine, they  

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spot the skull fragments and a smear of organic 
matter, and take the samples in for testing.

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The sample is human, and a match for the 
missing man. With more questions than answers,  

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they turn to associates with more experience 
in such mysterious cases. All the while,  

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the officers struggle with a dilemma: 
how do they tell a grieving widow that  

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her husband may have been killed by a 
toilet? Certain occurrences defy words,  

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and that was definitely the case for this 
first recorded activation of SCP-3414.

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SCP-3414 is a public bathroom located 
in the Kibera neighborhood of Nairobi,  

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the capital city of Kenya. It consists of a 
single pour-flush toilet, which opens into  

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an underground pit shared with its neighboring 
toilets. The latrine is completely unremarkable  

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to a passing observer, with the exception 
of the writing on its side: "BEWARE SNAKE!"

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The origin of this writing is 
unknown, and, in a surprising twist,  

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is thought to predate the manifestation of 
the anomaly inside of SCP-3414. Whoever wrote  

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it there must have either had the power of 
precognition, or been somehow responsible  

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for the anomalous aspects of SCP-3414. As 
for these anomalous aspects, they activate  

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whenever a live warm-blooded organism with a 
weight of more than 20kg enters the latrine.

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Once an acceptable target enters the confines of 
SCP-3414, the door will shut on its own and remain  

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closed for the following 10-12 minutes. Reinforced 
observational devices have been placed inside  

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SCP-3414 and captured the details of what befalls 
the unfortunate victim next. I don't have to tell  

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you that none of what follows is pretty. It begins 
with the shifting of gravity in the latrine,  

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creating a rolling and pitching motion that knocks 
over the being inside. Next, the ceiling and walls  

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begin to twist and turn, constricting around 
whatever is inside and potentially crushing  

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it to death. During inspection afterward, 
the walls appear structurally sound but  

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are warm and slightly pliable to the touch 
within the first 6-8 hours after a feeding.

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After the walls have begun to twist and 
crush the unfortunate would-be bathroom user,  

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dark brown slurry begins to eject from the toilet 
at a rate of around 10kg/second. The slurry has  

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been found to be made up of the following 
components: leaves (5%), partially digested  

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biological tissue (22%), and freshwater (76%). 
An analysis of this biomatter revealed that it  

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was primarily of piscine origin, or "fish" for 
those unfamiliar with the terminology. Mammalian  

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and avian skeletal remains have also been found 
in the organic matter. At the conclusion of a  

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given activation period, the slurry, along with 
the crushed remains of the unfortunate victim,  

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will be sucked down into the toilet. Oddly 
enough, SCP-3414 does not ingest all parts  

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of the victim's body. For example, it will crush 
the skull, but not swallow it into the toilet.

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Foundation researchers attempted to trace 
the origin of the matter in the slurry,  

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and found that it matched samples collected 
in the Amazon basin. More specifically,  

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along the lower course of the Rio Negro. 
Genetic profiling of leaves and tissue  

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remains has narrowed the specific region 
of origin to the Anavilhanas National Park  

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in Brazil. The waste pit itself, located 
below SCP-3414, was examined and found to  

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be non-anomalous. None of the ingested material 
from SCP-3414 was found in the waste pit, either,  

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which raises the question: Where did it all 
go? I'm not certain I'd want to find out.

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Following the initial containment of SCP-3414, 
an addendum was added to the official file.  

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The heading, "Ingestion Log." speaks for itself. 
I will elaborate, however, and include the grisly  

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details. Misery loves company, after all. 
The first date in the log is May 9, 2017,  

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and is the first activation of SCP-3414 on 
record. The subject, J. Mwangi, could not be  

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recovered. His identity was, however, confirmed 
via the DNA analysis of biological remnants and  

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bone fragments found at the scene. His was not 
the only DNA present in the remains, however,  

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and the unidentified nonhuman DNA, as well as the 
unusual circumstances of Mwangi's disappearance,  

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were red flags to local authorities. SCP assets 
embedded there contacted their higher-ups,  

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and the Foundation officially took over the case.

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The next ingestion on record occurred on June 10, 
2017. Agent S. Kamau entered SCP-3414 during its  

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initial containment and was quickly overpowered 
by the jets of slurry ejected from the toilet. The  

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walls of the room closed in around him, knocking 
him down and preventing him from escaping. Then,  

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while he was immobilized, SCP-3414 grabbed 
hold of Agent Kamau's feet and began to  

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drag him into the toilet. As the human 
body is not made to fit into a toilet,  

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the attempt to force his body through the 
toilet's opening began to crush his bones.

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First, his feet, then his ankles, and up to 
his kneecaps. Foundation officers outside  

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were able to force the door open, cutting 
the ingestion process short before any more  

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of Agent Kamau's body could be crushed. 
They were able to remove Agent Kamau from  

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SCP-3414 and stabilize his condition there. 
However, his health quickly deteriorated,  

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and he died three days later due 
to complications from sepsis.

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The only other ingestion on record was a live 
sedated pig, placed into SCP-3414 on October 10,  

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2017. It was placed inside in order to 
determine the activation threshold of the  

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anomaly. The head and torso of the subject was 
crushed, but was not ingested. This suggested  

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that SCP-3414 was either not hungry at 
the time, or was a bit picky about what  

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it might want to eat. If it was the latter, 
the anomaly would not remain picky forever.

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After an incident occurring on April 5, 
2018, the containment procedures were  

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updated to include regular feedings, usually 
involving a sedated pig. On that fateful day,  

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a large amount of brown slurry burst from the 
toilet of SCP-3414, in spite of the fact that  

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it had not been activated beforehand. Unlike the 
usual secretions, this slurry was highly acidic,  

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with a pH of 2 and a high concentration of 
hydrochloric acid. After the area was cleaned,  

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SCP-3414's walls began to peel, and to 
shed translucent mucous and diluted blood.

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These excretions continued every few hours for 
the next several days. This presented an obstacle  

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to usual waste disposal measures during that time. 
A sample of the blood was taken for analysis,  

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and was found to belong to a single specimen 
of Eunectes murinus, or Green anaconda.

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Additional testing of the blood showed 
abnormally low levels of prealbumin,  

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which suggested that the snake was acutely 
malnourished. In light of this new development,  

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resident herpetologist Dr. S. Nyongo weighed 
in. He suggested that live organic material be  

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provided to SCP-3414 in order to solve the 
problem. At his instruction, one live pig  

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was delivered to SCP-3414, and the excretions 
immediately stopped. Additionally, attending  

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researchers reported hearing a high-pitched 
hissing sound coming from the ground. The  

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official containment procedures were updated in 
order to include regular feedings for the anomaly.

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SCP-3414 is currently under the jurisdiction of 
the Kenyan Slum Cleanliness Programme, or KSCP,  

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a slum upgrading initiative affiliated 
with the Foundation. In order to conceal  

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the existence of SCP-3414, it has been 
incorporated into KSCP's administrative  

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building in the Kibera district. The 
entrance to SCP-3414 is secured with a  

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pair of steel braces, in order to prevent 
any unintended activation of the anomaly.

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According to the initial containment procedures 
for the anomaly, the aforementioned braces may  

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only be removed for the purposes of 
experimentation or feeding. Oh yes,  

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there was a procedure for feeding the anomaly.  

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Once a month, a live pig (treated with a sedative 
to minimize suffering and struggling) would be  

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introduced into SCP-3414. Then, the area was 
rinsed with fresh water and disinfectant.

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If there is one place we can- or 
at least should- all expect to  

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feel safe from anomalous threats, it's 
the bathroom. As far as I'm concerned,  

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the bathroom is for taking care 
of business and nothing else. But,  

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I suppose in this world of unexplained horrors 
and deadly mysteries, nowhere is truly safe.

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There is no such thing as a sanctuary. I don't 
say this to frighten you, but to urge you toward  

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caution. Keep your wits about you, no matter 
where you are, or how innocuous it may seem. You  

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never know what is lurking, waiting to constrict 
around you and drag you to a watery grave - well,  

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if you're lucky, it'll mostly be water. 
All I know is this: next time I'm out  

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in an unfamiliar place and I have to go to 
the restroom...I'll probably just hold it.

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