WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:05.760 The Hitman pulls back the hammer of his Beretta  with his thumb. The suppressor screwed into the   00:00:05.760 --> 00:00:10.680 barrel will help muffle the terrible crime he’s  about to commit. They’re in the middle of the   00:00:10.680 --> 00:00:15.060 forest, his victim on his knees in front  of him, his hands bound behind his back. 00:00:15.780 --> 00:00:20.160 The victim is spewing out excuses and  feeble pleas for mercy at a mile a minute,   00:00:20.160 --> 00:00:25.020 but the Hitman remains firm, aiming his  handgun at the back of the victim’s head.   00:00:25.920 --> 00:00:28.380 The victim owes his boss a great deal of money,   00:00:28.380 --> 00:00:33.600 but the Hitman can’t remember all the  details. All he knows is what he needs to do. 00:00:33.600 --> 00:00:39.120 Bang, bang, bang. Three clean shots  turned into cracks by the suppressor.   00:00:39.120 --> 00:00:44.700 His victim slumps forward, dead.  It’s time for the Hitman to go home. 00:00:44.700 --> 00:00:50.160 The job isn’t as glamorous as it is in the  movies. He lives alone in a relatively small   00:00:50.160 --> 00:00:56.220 apartment. Most nights, he doesn’t sleep well.  He has nightmares. He sees every face he’s sent   00:00:56.220 --> 00:01:00.300 a bullet through every time he closes his  eyes - So, to make himself feel better,   00:01:00.300 --> 00:01:04.860 he watches his comfort movies, with  a bowl of microwaved spaghetti o’s. 00:01:04.860 --> 00:01:10.260 He’s been through his DVD collection a thousand  times. None of it has the punch it used to. But   00:01:10.260 --> 00:01:14.760 he’s still got a working VCR, so there’s no  harm in fishing through the old pile of VHS   00:01:14.760 --> 00:01:19.740 tapes he keeps in his closet. That’s where  he finds his well-worn childhood copy of   00:01:19.740 --> 00:01:24.600 Forrest Gump. It used to be his mom’s favorite  movie. Perhaps it’ll help him sleep tonight? 00:01:25.320 --> 00:01:31.020 He slots the VHS into the VCR. All the memories  are flooding back to him now. He watched this   00:01:31.020 --> 00:01:35.100 movie so many times as a kid, it’s a miracle  that he didn’t entirely wear the tape out.   00:01:35.700 --> 00:01:37.380 He’s ready to lose himself in the film,   00:01:37.380 --> 00:01:41.640 as he watches Forrest in his white  suit sitting on that iconic park bench. 00:01:42.240 --> 00:01:45.600 The Hitman smiles, ready to speak  along to the movie’s most famous   00:01:45.600 --> 00:01:49.860 line. Life is like a box of chocolates,  you never know what you’re going to get. 00:01:50.460 --> 00:01:55.550 But when Forrest says the line, it’s  “Life was like a box of chocolates...” 00:01:55.550 --> 00:01:58.200 Was. Was, was, was... 00:01:59.700 --> 00:02:04.500 How strange. He doesn’t remember the line  being like that. It’s “Life is like a box   00:02:04.500 --> 00:02:08.460 of chocolates”, not, “Life was,”, right?  You wouldn’t think such a tiny misquote   00:02:08.460 --> 00:02:13.860 would bother a man who kills people for the Mafia  for a living. But it does. This mistake feels so   00:02:13.860 --> 00:02:18.960 oddly pivotal to his understanding of the film,  and therefore, to his understanding of himself.   00:02:19.920 --> 00:02:22.980 It feels like having a bucket of  cold water poured out onto his head. 00:02:23.820 --> 00:02:28.080 He watches the rest of the movie, but  something is off. He feels almost like   00:02:28.080 --> 00:02:31.560 Forrest Gump himself knows he’s  been watching, and scarier still,   00:02:31.560 --> 00:02:36.120 he’s watching back. What happened  to this nostalgic childhood classic? 00:02:36.780 --> 00:02:41.940 Over the next week, as he executes more deadbeats  and poor unfortunate souls on behalf of his   00:02:41.940 --> 00:02:47.520 shadowy bosses, he just can’t stop thinking about  that line. “Life was like a box of chocolates.”   00:02:47.520 --> 00:02:52.080 There’s something wrong about it. Something  so terribly wrong. How can he shoot a man   00:02:52.080 --> 00:02:57.060 dead without losing his appetite, but thinking  about Forrest Gump is making his hands shake? 00:02:57.600 --> 00:03:01.680 He watches the movie every night. Some  nights, he watches it more than once,   00:03:01.680 --> 00:03:08.340 instead of sleeping or showering. Every time he  watches it, it feels just a little more uncanny.   00:03:08.340 --> 00:03:12.360 This movie used to fill him with joy and  hope. It made him see the beauty in the world.   00:03:12.900 --> 00:03:15.960 But now he sees the darkness  hiding underneath the surface.   00:03:16.620 --> 00:03:21.840 Every time he watches, he feels a growing  suspicion towards the Forrest Gump character.   00:03:22.380 --> 00:03:28.320 Every so often, Forrest looks directly at the  camera, staring out at the Hitman, and smiling. 00:03:29.640 --> 00:03:34.020 The Hitman is sleeping even less now. He gets  this feeling that something terrible is going   00:03:34.020 --> 00:03:38.400 to happen. It’s funny. Normally he’s the  terrible thing that happens to people... 00:03:39.360 --> 00:03:43.140 A few nights later, he’s in the forest  again, with another pleading victim   00:03:43.140 --> 00:03:46.980 on his knees in front of him. They all  blur together eventually. But tonight,   00:03:46.980 --> 00:03:52.020 something is different. There’s a certain chill  in the air, the gun feels a little heavier in   00:03:52.020 --> 00:03:56.760 his hand. He presses the suppressed Beretta  against the back of his victim’s head, and   00:03:56.760 --> 00:03:59.760 prepares to pull the trigger,  when he hears a twig snap. 00:04:01.140 --> 00:04:05.100 The Hitman looks up, worried, and sees  someone else standing in the forest,   00:04:05.100 --> 00:04:09.660 peeking out from behind a tree. A  witness, but not just any witness.   00:04:10.440 --> 00:04:16.500 A familiar face. Is that... No, it  can’t be... Is that Forrest Gump? 00:04:16.500 --> 00:04:21.780 Before he can orient himself, his victim gets up  and runs for it. The Hitman is snapped free of   00:04:21.780 --> 00:04:26.880 his stupor, and Forrest Gump is gone. In a blind  panic, he runs after the victim fleeing through   00:04:26.880 --> 00:04:31.320 the forest. He draws a bead on the victim’s  back and fires - sending a bullet through him   00:04:31.320 --> 00:04:36.300 and dropping him to the ground. He catches  up shortly after that and finishes him off. 00:04:37.560 --> 00:04:42.180 He finished the job, but he can’t shake the  terrified feeling of what happened. He could   00:04:42.180 --> 00:04:47.160 swear he saw Forrest Gump in the forest, watching  him, and that can only mean one of two things:   00:04:47.160 --> 00:04:51.300 Either he’s being stalked, or  he’s losing his mind entirely. 00:04:52.080 --> 00:04:56.220 His obsession with the film gets worse after  that. He’ll spend whole days just watching   00:04:56.220 --> 00:05:00.780 it again and again, back to back, trying to find  the secrets that must be buried somewhere within.   00:05:01.320 --> 00:05:07.440 Sadly for him, all he finds each time is  more dread. He comes to believe that the   00:05:07.440 --> 00:05:13.500 movie is truly evil, that it contains some kind  of entity that is more than human. More cruel,   00:05:13.500 --> 00:05:18.360 more terrible, and more powerful. Could  this have been what he saw in the woods? 00:05:18.360 --> 00:05:22.980 At night, he hears noises. Footsteps  in the hallway outside the apartment,   00:05:22.980 --> 00:05:25.140 and then, outside his bedroom.   00:05:25.980 --> 00:05:29.580 Once upon a time, he would have worried that  he’s been monitored by the city’s police, or   00:05:29.580 --> 00:05:34.980 agents from the FBI. Now, he’s worried that he’s  being watched by something different altogether. 00:05:35.820 --> 00:05:39.360 He starts sleeping with his gun under  his pillow. It’s the only way he can   00:05:39.360 --> 00:05:43.920 feel anything close to safe with that thing  out there, looking for him, hunting him.   00:05:44.640 --> 00:05:48.060 But if it came for him, would  bullets even be able to stop it? 00:05:48.900 --> 00:05:54.060 The Hitman stops going to work. He doesn’t feel  safe outside his apartment anymore. His bosses   00:05:54.060 --> 00:05:58.620 are confused, perhaps even a little concerned,  worried that maybe their best hired gun has   00:05:58.620 --> 00:06:04.140 gone federal. But no, he’s gone insane.  Though that doesn’t mean he isn’t right. 00:06:04.140 --> 00:06:10.020 He rarely changes out of his pajamas. He’s  tired, jittery, filthy, with a scraggly beard   00:06:10.020 --> 00:06:15.720 growing out of his chin. All he does these  days is rewatch the movie. He thinks that   00:06:15.720 --> 00:06:19.800 if he watches it enough, he’ll find some way  to stop this terrible feeling he’s been going   00:06:19.800 --> 00:06:25.740 through. But maybe it’s making it worse,  deepening his obsession. In every scene,   00:06:25.740 --> 00:06:31.920 he can feel Forrest Gump watching him through  the screen. He always gives an evil grin - the   00:06:31.920 --> 00:06:35.580 same one he sometimes sees through his  bedroom window in the middle of the night. 00:06:35.580 --> 00:06:40.260 “Life was like a box of chocolates, you  never know what you’re going to get...” 00:06:40.260 --> 00:06:43.860 That’s when he hears the door to  his apartment open behind him. He   00:06:43.860 --> 00:06:48.420 grips his gun and rises to his feet.  He can feel that a terrifying presence   00:06:48.420 --> 00:06:52.260 has entered the apartment. He needs to  fight this thing, or he’s going to die. 00:06:52.260 --> 00:06:56.940 He runs out into the hall of his apartment,  ready to take on the threat, head-on. He wants   00:06:56.940 --> 00:07:00.300 to put a stop to the monster that has been  making his life hell for all of these weeks.   00:07:00.840 --> 00:07:05.820 But the second he sees the figure standing  in the shadows, he freezes up. It’s him.   00:07:05.820 --> 00:07:12.300 It’s the one and only Forrest Gump, wearing a  terrifying evil smirk like a hungry predator. 00:07:12.300 --> 00:07:15.780 The Hitman raises his gun and  fires at the impossible intruder,   00:07:15.780 --> 00:07:20.460 but the bullets seem to have no effect. Gump  lunges forward quickly and smashes the gun   00:07:20.460 --> 00:07:25.680 out of the Hitman’s hand with an effortless  slap. All the Hitman can do is turn and run,   00:07:25.680 --> 00:07:29.100 fleeing down the hallway into his  bedroom and locking himself in. 00:07:29.100 --> 00:07:34.620 Bang, bang, bang! He can feel Gump  smashing his fists against the door. 00:07:34.620 --> 00:07:37.740 The Hitman covers his ears,  huddles next to his bed,   00:07:37.740 --> 00:07:42.240 and cries. He’s never been this  terrified before, not even as a child.   00:07:43.080 --> 00:07:48.000 Then the door shatters into splinters,  and Gump, full of fury, enters. 00:07:48.000 --> 00:07:53.580 In what could be his dying moments, the Hitman’s  animal brain takes over. He turns and tries   00:07:53.580 --> 00:08:00.240 to run, but Gump is far too fast. He rushes up,  grabs the Hitman by his shoulder from behind, and   00:08:00.240 --> 00:08:05.880 forces him down onto his knees. The Hitman can’t  move - Gump is holding him in place, iron-like.   00:08:06.720 --> 00:08:11.280 Gump clenches his spare fist, lifts it  up, and brings it down onto the back of   00:08:11.280 --> 00:08:16.560 the Hitman’s head with monstrous force.  He will be found dead later that day. 00:08:17.340 --> 00:08:21.540 Crime scene cameras flash, capturing  the grisly scene in the Hitman’s former   00:08:21.540 --> 00:08:25.920 apartment. The Hitman’s body is rolled onto  a gurney and covered with a white sheet,   00:08:25.920 --> 00:08:31.860 rolled out of his apartment before decay can set  in and destroy potentially valuable evidence. The   00:08:31.860 --> 00:08:35.880 lead Detective on the scene is baffled by this  whole setup - He’s been aware of the Hitman   00:08:35.880 --> 00:08:40.620 and his gang ties for years, but this death  doesn’t look like your typical gangland hit. 00:08:41.280 --> 00:08:43.920 After all, he’d been brutally bludgeoned to death,   00:08:43.920 --> 00:08:47.880 if he’d been done in by his fellow gangsters,  he probably would have just been shot. 00:08:48.540 --> 00:08:53.400 There was no physical evidence of a forced entry  or exit from the Hitman’s killer. Some of the   00:08:53.400 --> 00:08:57.840 Hitman’s neighbors had heard a handgun being  discharged, but there is no blood from anyone   00:08:57.840 --> 00:09:02.640 other than the Hitman on the scene. Just spent  shell casings and a few bullet holes in the wall. 00:09:03.480 --> 00:09:09.120 Strange. Would an experienced Hitman fire  that many times, and miss his target with   00:09:09.120 --> 00:09:13.260 every single shot? Whoever took him  out must have been truly dangerous. 00:09:13.260 --> 00:09:18.360 The Detective does what he can, searching through  the Hitman’s possessions while the CSI Team strips   00:09:18.360 --> 00:09:22.800 down the rooms, hoping to find the piece of  telltale evidence that could implicate the   00:09:22.800 --> 00:09:28.260 Hitman’s mysterious killer. The Detective can’t  help but notice how filthy the apartment is - It   00:09:28.260 --> 00:09:32.880 looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in weeks, a  sharp contrast to the Hitman’s history of sharp,   00:09:32.880 --> 00:09:38.040 clean murders. It’s the apartment of a  man who knew someone was coming for him.   00:09:38.040 --> 00:09:41.760 But who? The Detective just  can’t seem to piece it together. 00:09:41.760 --> 00:09:46.080 But during the search, the Detective  happens upon something that catches his eye:   00:09:46.080 --> 00:09:52.500 An old VHS copy of Forrest Gump. How  strange. Who has a working VCR these   00:09:52.500 --> 00:09:58.620 days? The Detective looks closer and sees that  the VHS and its case are covered in smeared,   00:09:58.620 --> 00:10:02.940 dirty fingerprints. He’s been watching  this time, or at least handling it,   00:10:02.940 --> 00:10:07.920 a lot. Maybe it’s some vector for secret  messages between him and his employers.   00:10:07.920 --> 00:10:13.440 Perhaps it has some unknown meaning - Maybe some  illicit crime has been recorded over the movie. 00:10:14.040 --> 00:10:17.100 He bags the VHS as evidence and  takes it back to the precinct,   00:10:17.100 --> 00:10:20.820 where his men rustle up a VCR and  organize an impromptu screening.   00:10:21.480 --> 00:10:26.880 The Detective is eager for a break in the case  - But as the tape plays, it just seems to be…   00:10:27.480 --> 00:10:32.700 Forrest Gump. The Detective is extremely confused;  there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with   00:10:32.700 --> 00:10:36.900 the tape, did the Hitman just completely  lose his mind by the time he was murdered? 00:10:37.560 --> 00:10:42.540 The Detective’s attention is jogged by one  line, spoken by Forrest as he sits on the bench. 00:10:42.540 --> 00:10:46.860 “Life was like a box of chocolates, you  never know what you’re going to get...” 00:10:47.520 --> 00:10:52.740 Wait, that’s not the line - Wasn’t the  line “Life is like a box of chocolates”? 00:10:53.460 --> 00:10:58.020 Later that night, the Detective is  lying in bed, unable to sleep. Somehow,   00:10:58.020 --> 00:11:03.060 it isn’t the mystery of the Hitman’s murder  that’s keeping him awake - It’s that one strange,   00:11:03.060 --> 00:11:09.360 misremembered line from Forrest Gump. He just  can’t get it out of his head. The only thing that   00:11:09.360 --> 00:11:15.180 draws his attention away is the sound of footsteps  outside in the middle of the night. The Detective   00:11:15.180 --> 00:11:19.440 snaps to attention, grabs his service weapon  from his bedside cabinet, and creeps downstairs. 00:11:19.440 --> 00:11:26.520 He steps out of his house and into his backyard,  now completely alert. The yard is mostly bathed   00:11:26.520 --> 00:11:30.600 in darkness, save for the little island  of light formed by his porch light.   00:11:31.320 --> 00:11:36.000 Still, he sees something moving in the dark  and levels his gun. He calls out, saying he’s   00:11:36.000 --> 00:11:41.160 with the police, that it would be an extremely  bad idea to try anything. There is no response. 00:11:41.160 --> 00:11:44.460 In a panic, the Detective  flees back into his home.   00:11:45.060 --> 00:11:48.780 Maybe this has something to do with the  Hitman’s murder, perhaps the perpetrators   00:11:48.780 --> 00:11:53.520 are trying to intimidate him into dropping the  investigation. He’d call backup, he’d get some   00:11:53.520 --> 00:11:58.680 kind of assistance. But what the Detective  doesn’t know is that it’s already too late. 00:11:59.340 --> 00:12:03.660 He hears a noise outside again and looks up  to see a face pressed up against his window:   00:12:03.660 --> 00:12:06.900 It’s Forrest Gump, grinning maniacally.   00:12:07.860 --> 00:12:12.420 He reels back his head and slams it into the  glass, sending cracks crawling out into every   00:12:12.420 --> 00:12:18.720 direction. He slams again, and again, and again.  Before the Detective can even react, the window   00:12:18.720 --> 00:12:24.840 is shattered, and Forrest Gump is climbing into  his home with a single-minded, murderous purpose. 00:12:25.680 --> 00:12:30.960 It all makes sense to the Detective now, in  a deranged sort of way. The Hitman hadn’t   00:12:30.960 --> 00:12:35.940 been attacked by a vengeful enemy, or taken  out as a liability by his employers. He’d   00:12:35.940 --> 00:12:42.120 been murdered by Forrest Gump. And now, the  Detective is going to suffer the same fate. 00:12:43.140 --> 00:12:46.800 This peculiar little tale probably  feels rather far-fetched to you,   00:12:46.800 --> 00:12:50.340 even by the standards of the entities  and phenomena researched by the SCP   00:12:50.340 --> 00:12:55.800 Foundation. But we assure you that if you  ever find yourself afflicted with SCP-5346,   00:12:55.800 --> 00:13:00.420 what was once a bizarre little case  study could become a horrifying reality. 00:13:00.420 --> 00:13:06.780 Not a great deal is known about the mechanics  of how exactly SCP-5346 operates, due to the   00:13:06.780 --> 00:13:11.640 rarity and obscurity of cases, but what we  do know is that it affects people who view a   00:13:11.640 --> 00:13:16.860 certain scene in the beloved 1994 movie Forrest  Gump, starring Tom Hanks as the titular lead   00:13:16.860 --> 00:13:21.900 character. The anomaly has a particular effect  on those with an obsessive nature or people whose   00:13:21.900 --> 00:13:26.580 occupations involve needing to focus intensely  on films, such as professional film critics. 00:13:26.580 --> 00:13:29.940 The scene in the film that appears  to be the vector for infection is   00:13:29.940 --> 00:13:32.820 the one where Forrest is sitting on a  park bench with a box of chocolates,   00:13:32.820 --> 00:13:37.020 and opines that his mama always told  him “Life was like a box of chocolates,   00:13:37.020 --> 00:13:41.040 you never know what you’re going to get.” The  first sign of infection is that the person   00:13:41.040 --> 00:13:46.680 viewing the scene will immediately feel confused,  believing the quote to be, “Life is like a box   00:13:46.680 --> 00:13:51.780 of chocolates”, not “Life was like a box of  chocolates”, as the character actually says. 00:13:51.780 --> 00:13:57.480 This is often thought to be a case of the Mandela  Effect - a common and harmless phenomenon where   00:13:57.480 --> 00:14:01.860 people report having false memories of prior  events, such as misremembering a quote,   00:14:01.860 --> 00:14:06.000 or believing a certain actor or public  figure is dead when they’re actually alive,   00:14:06.000 --> 00:14:12.300 or vice versa. However, if this incident  is an actual moment of SCP-5346 infection,   00:14:12.300 --> 00:14:15.720 then the victim is in for a  far more unpleasant experience. 00:14:15.720 --> 00:14:20.940 They will first report an obsessive desire to  rewatch the film, watching it again and again,   00:14:20.940 --> 00:14:26.160 and each time, noticing more inconsistencies  between the film’s reality and their memories   00:14:26.160 --> 00:14:31.080 of watching it. This will initially just seem  strange, but as the condition progresses,   00:14:31.080 --> 00:14:35.520 it will take a turn for the unsettling. They  will feel as though the Gump character is   00:14:35.520 --> 00:14:38.520 a malevolent force who is somehow  watching them through the screen,   00:14:38.520 --> 00:14:43.740 displaying his own independent intelligence,  and a strong desire to harm the viewer. 00:14:43.740 --> 00:14:47.820 If the Foundation hasn’t intercepted  the case at this stage, it will get   00:14:47.820 --> 00:14:51.480 even worse. The victim will begin to  see an individual with a remarkable   00:14:51.480 --> 00:14:56.220 resemblance to Forrest Gump stalking them  in the real world, getting closer and more   00:14:56.220 --> 00:15:00.900 threatening by the day. The victim will  eventually be found dead of extreme blunt   00:15:00.900 --> 00:15:06.000 force trauma to the cranium. How exactly they  receive this blunt force trauma is unknown. 00:15:06.000 --> 00:15:10.260 The Foundation’s discovery of this  peculiar anomalous phenomenon began   00:15:10.260 --> 00:15:14.160 with a small thread of posts on the  infamous Parawatch forums - A website   00:15:14.160 --> 00:15:18.240 dedicated to conspiracy theorists and  paranormal enthusiasts of all stripes.   00:15:18.960 --> 00:15:23.940 The Foundation keeps a close eye on the Parawatch  forums, as a number of anomalous cases have first   00:15:23.940 --> 00:15:27.720 been discovered through whisperings on  its most strange and clandestine boards. 00:15:27.720 --> 00:15:34.200 The first post, from a user called RageTheComic  - real name Jaxon Collins - detailed a peculiar   00:15:34.200 --> 00:15:38.640 experience. While quarantined in his  home due to the 2020 viral pandemic,   00:15:38.640 --> 00:15:43.380 Jaxon decided to rewatch Forrest Gump  as a nostalgic favorite. That’s when   00:15:43.380 --> 00:15:47.100 he noticed the cursed line discrepancy  and decided to ask if others had the   00:15:47.100 --> 00:15:51.120 same sense of strangeness and confusion  upon rewatching the film as an adult. 00:15:51.900 --> 00:15:56.400 The post quickly attracted the attention of some  of the site’s other users, with mixed sympathy   00:15:56.400 --> 00:16:02.640 and derision. Jaxon had clearly awoken something.  Other forumites reported a similar sense of unease   00:16:02.640 --> 00:16:07.920 when revisiting the movie, sensing some kind of  malice coming from the Forrest Gump character. But   00:16:07.920 --> 00:16:13.260 nobody was feeling this more than Jaxon himself  - The possible Patient Zero of the phenomenon. 00:16:13.980 --> 00:16:18.060 His severe paranoia increased, curdling  into a dangerous obsession with the   00:16:18.060 --> 00:16:23.220 film - Completely consistent with other  people infected by the SCP-5346 phenomenon.   00:16:23.760 --> 00:16:27.900 This is the point where the Gump entity  seemingly crossed the threshold - Entering   00:16:27.900 --> 00:16:32.280 the physical world and stalking Jaxon,  appearing in his dreams and allegedly even   00:16:32.280 --> 00:16:39.300 staring through his windows - Each time baring a  horrifying, satisfied grin. He continued posting   00:16:39.300 --> 00:16:45.360 about his journey on the forum, as the SCP-5346  stalking situation escalated to a fever pitch. 00:16:46.320 --> 00:16:51.600 Jaxon wouldn’t actually make any further posts  on the Parawatch forum after that. He seemed,   00:16:51.600 --> 00:16:56.580 for all intents and purposes, to have fallen  off the map. Foundation agents who had been   00:16:56.580 --> 00:17:00.720 closely monitoring the situation decided to  investigate, and when they were eventually   00:17:00.720 --> 00:17:05.760 able to find Jaxon’s home, they discovered  that he had been dead for weeks. The cause   00:17:05.760 --> 00:17:11.760 of death was the same blunt force trauma to the  cranium of all the other victims of SCP-5346. 00:17:11.760 --> 00:17:16.560 When the agents confiscated Jaxon’s phone, they  also found a message in his drafts that he had   00:17:16.560 --> 00:17:20.640 clearly intended to post to the Parawatch  forums before he had been killed. It read: 00:17:21.360 --> 00:17:29.820 "I'm not crazy. I know I'm not. This… thing is  definitely onto me. I'm currently hiding in a   00:17:29.820 --> 00:17:36.600 closet, forcing myself not to burst into tears.  I hear it walking around my hallways. It lingers,   00:17:36.600 --> 00:17:43.560 constantly surrounding me at all times. This  thing is not Gump. Hell, it's not even human.   00:17:46.380 --> 00:17:52.320 It's hungry… whether it be for revenge or blood,  I'm not exactly sure… but that doesn't matter now. 00:17:52.320 --> 00:17:58.380 I've called the police, but they won't be here  in time to save me. Nor would they believe me   00:17:58.380 --> 00:18:04.560 if I told them about the monster that was hunting  me down. I want to scream so badly, but I'm too   00:18:04.560 --> 00:18:09.540 terrified to throw away my life that quickly.  Please… do not fall down the rabbit hole.   00:18:10.320 --> 00:18:16.020 Save yourself. Or it'll come for  you too. RageTheComic, signing out." 00:18:16.020 --> 00:18:21.180 Those same agents also found a note in  Jaxon’s home, handwritten, that said:   00:18:21.180 --> 00:18:24.180 “MAMA ALWAYS SAID TO STAND UP TO SNITCHES.” 00:18:24.180 --> 00:18:28.800 SCP-5346 is currently classified as “Uncontained”,   00:18:28.800 --> 00:18:33.060 because the sheer rarity of instances have  made attempts to capture any kind of physical   00:18:33.060 --> 00:18:38.940 entity relating to 5346 a waste of Foundation  resources. Instead, containment efforts on   00:18:38.940 --> 00:18:42.900 this anomaly are instead focused on finding and  suppressing posts like the ones shown in this   00:18:42.900 --> 00:18:49.620 video, and getting to any affected individuals  before SCP-5346 can cause them physical harm. 00:18:49.620 --> 00:18:54.120 To do your part in helping the  Foundation contain SCP-5346,   00:18:54.120 --> 00:18:58.140 exercise caution when obsessing  over nostalgic films. 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