WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:05.580 A hand clasps around your throat,  cutting off your scream. You try to move,   00:00:05.580 --> 00:00:11.040 but the hands of the two people restraining  you won’t allow it. You’re being dragged   00:00:11.040 --> 00:00:15.600 towards something monstrous and terrible in  the corner, something hiding under a white   00:00:15.600 --> 00:00:22.440 sheet. You will die a painful death, and the  ones dragging you towards it are your parents. 00:00:23.100 --> 00:00:27.780 As the dewy green of Summer begins to  fade, the grass drying, the air chilling,   00:00:27.780 --> 00:00:33.180 and the leaves turning shades of fire and gold,  most children's thoughts turn to Halloween.   00:00:34.200 --> 00:00:39.660 Visions of fun-size candy bars spilling out of  plastic pumpkin buckets, of ill-fitting rubber   00:00:39.660 --> 00:00:44.220 masks that smell like the back of a party  store, of candy apples and ringing doorbells   00:00:44.220 --> 00:00:50.460 and terrifying their friends with scary stories.  It's a magical time where anyone can be anything,   00:00:50.460 --> 00:00:55.380 and candy is free to anyone who  asks the question, "Trick or Treat?" 00:00:55.380 --> 00:01:00.900 But as those children get older, Halloween  begins to lose its magic. They age out of   00:01:00.900 --> 00:01:05.880 trick or treating, and no longer find themselves  amused by carving pumpkins or screaming at plastic   00:01:05.880 --> 00:01:11.100 skeletons in their neighbors' yards. They age out  of the sense of wonder, and they find that their   00:01:11.100 --> 00:01:16.020 neighbors aren't as keen to give away candy  to someone with a driver's license. But some   00:01:16.020 --> 00:01:20.100 children hold on to that love of Halloween  into adulthood, transforming the childlike   00:01:20.100 --> 00:01:26.160 joy into an appreciation for parties, more mature  scary stories with blood and guts a-plenty, and,   00:01:26.160 --> 00:01:32.220 yes, themed baked goods. You're never too old to  enjoy a rice krispie treat shaped like a ghost. 00:01:32.220 --> 00:01:36.060 At least, that's what the sorority girl  planning the biggest Halloween party on   00:01:36.060 --> 00:01:41.520 campus at her small university believes. She has  festooned the sorority house with fake cobwebs and   00:01:41.520 --> 00:01:47.460 ghosts made of hanging bits of gauze, with plastic  spiders and zombies made of rubber. There are the   00:01:47.460 --> 00:01:52.080 classic plastic skeletons, the jack-o-lanterns  filled with battery-powered candles - no fire   00:01:52.080 --> 00:01:58.140 hazards here! - and, of course, a huge cauldron  filled with punch and dry ice. Smoke billows   00:01:58.140 --> 00:02:02.460 over the sides of the cauldron as she stirs the  garish-but-inviting lime-green liquid inside.   00:02:03.300 --> 00:02:08.220 She has the lights rigged up to give the place  an eerie red glow, and has the perfect playlist   00:02:08.220 --> 00:02:13.260 of Halloween music put together. Now, she  just needs to wait for the guests to arrive. 00:02:13.260 --> 00:02:17.820 At first, she worries that no one will  come. The first few people to ring the   00:02:17.820 --> 00:02:21.240 doorbell turn out to be trick-or-treaters,  and she sends them away with a fist full of   00:02:21.240 --> 00:02:25.620 candy bars and a smile, but each time  she is secretly a little disappointed. 00:02:25.620 --> 00:02:31.380 About an hour after she finished setting up,  guests begin to arrive! Even if not everyone   00:02:31.380 --> 00:02:35.880 at school is into Halloween, there are very few  college students who will pass up an opportunity   00:02:35.880 --> 00:02:41.280 for a party, and before long, the house is filled  with dancing pirates, vampires sipping cups of   00:02:41.280 --> 00:02:47.100 punch, werewolves digging into bowls of chips and  cats flirting with dogs. Everyone is dressed up   00:02:47.100 --> 00:02:52.800 and embracing the Halloween spirit, and the girl  couldn't be happier. She's been so busy playing   00:02:52.800 --> 00:02:57.360 hostess that she almost forgot to dress up, but  she takes a moment to steal away upstairs and   00:02:57.360 --> 00:03:03.060 put on her costume: a classic witch costume,  black dress, black shoes, and complete with a   00:03:03.060 --> 00:03:08.160 pointy black hat. As she heads back downstairs,  dressed up and ready to have a great time, she   00:03:08.160 --> 00:03:12.840 takes a moment to survey the crowd. It seems like  everyone on campus decided to come to her party! 00:03:12.840 --> 00:03:16.740 The girl is going to get herself a  drink, and settle in to enjoy her party,   00:03:16.740 --> 00:03:21.780 when she hears the doorbell ring. Someone else  is here! But as she walks toward the door,   00:03:21.780 --> 00:03:27.840 she pauses for a moment, an icy chill of dread  washing over her. The party guests know that   00:03:27.840 --> 00:03:32.100 they can just walk right in, that's what they've  been doing all night. And it's almost midnight,   00:03:32.100 --> 00:03:37.140 much too late for trick-or-treaters. Who is  out there? She peers through the peephole,   00:03:37.140 --> 00:03:42.240 and sees someone in a rudimentary ghost  costume, covered head to toe in a white sheet. 00:03:42.240 --> 00:03:45.720 Even if it's someone she knows, she  wouldn't be able to recognize them   00:03:45.720 --> 00:03:51.180 like that. She can't explain why, but she  has a bad feeling about this person. She   00:03:51.180 --> 00:03:54.180 doesn't want to be rude, but she  wants to let them in even less.   00:03:55.020 --> 00:03:59.220 She turns back away from the door, ready to  let the stranger stand on her porch all night,   00:03:59.220 --> 00:04:05.880 and finds all of her party guests standing  still, staring at the door. Staring...at her. 00:04:06.480 --> 00:04:10.620 She tries to laugh it off and get everyone to  return to the party, but the energy in the room   00:04:10.620 --> 00:04:16.260 has shifted. Everyone's focus is on the person on  the other side of the door. She walks to the punch   00:04:16.260 --> 00:04:21.900 bowl, pours herself a cup, and encourages everyone  to get back to the party. Instead, a pirate and a   00:04:21.900 --> 00:04:28.020 mermaid walk to the door, turning the knob even as  the girl asks them to stop. They open it, letting   00:04:28.020 --> 00:04:32.820 the stranger in the sheet inside. The figure  glides through the door, moving in a way that   00:04:32.820 --> 00:04:38.460 seems just a little bit...off. The girl is struck  with a feeling that she hasn't experienced since   00:04:38.460 --> 00:04:44.460 she was a little girl, the sense, deep down in  her gut, that something could really be a monster. 00:04:45.420 --> 00:04:49.740 Whatever she does, she can't let the thing in the  sheet get close to her. She doesn't know what will   00:04:49.740 --> 00:04:55.080 happen, but the thought of it turns her stomach  with a primal sense of danger. She starts to run,   00:04:55.080 --> 00:04:58.560 but a girl dressed as a tiger grabs  hold of her arm, wrenching her back.   00:04:59.160 --> 00:05:03.420 The girl struggles to free herself, but a  man in a vampire costume grabs her other arm,   00:05:03.420 --> 00:05:07.680 gripping her so tight his knuckles turn  white, and she can feel the flesh bruising. 00:05:08.280 --> 00:05:11.640 She pleads with her friends, trying to  get them to see reason and release her,   00:05:11.640 --> 00:05:17.520 but they won't budge. The tiger girl apologizes  through tears, but won't let go. As the girl   00:05:17.520 --> 00:05:20.820 thrashes, pulling so hard to free herself  that she worries her arms will break,   00:05:20.820 --> 00:05:26.100 the figure in the sheet inches closer and closer.  She shouts at it, demanding to know who it is,   00:05:26.100 --> 00:05:30.180 what it wants, why it's hiding behind  that sheet. But it doesn't say a word,   00:05:30.180 --> 00:05:35.520 doesn't give a clue. There is no expression  to read, only the blank white fabric. 00:05:36.180 --> 00:05:40.620 When it reaches the girl, her feet fly out from  under her, and she collapses to the ground,   00:05:40.620 --> 00:05:44.760 yanked forward by an unseen force.  Something is pulling her under the   00:05:44.760 --> 00:05:49.860 sheet. She claws at the floor, trying to drag  herself away from the force, but she can't.   00:05:49.860 --> 00:05:55.020 The party guests watch, helpless, as their  hostess disappears under the sheet, until   00:05:55.020 --> 00:06:01.920 the only thing left is her writhing silhouette  and her screams. Then… the screams go quiet,   00:06:01.920 --> 00:06:07.140 nothing left of the girl but her witch's  hat lying on the ground. The figure gathers   00:06:07.140 --> 00:06:12.780 its sheet around itself, and calmly walks  out of the party. Those unfortunate guests   00:06:12.780 --> 00:06:19.080 watched their even more unfortunate friend  encounter the creature known as SCP-6096. 00:06:19.800 --> 00:06:26.820 SCP-6096 is a humanoid entity that spends all of  its time hidden beneath a large cotton sheet. A   00:06:26.820 --> 00:06:30.780 vague sense of its shape can be garnered by  observing the entity, but its body is hidden   00:06:30.780 --> 00:06:35.400 at all times, preventing a complete physical  description from being recorded. However,   00:06:35.400 --> 00:06:40.740 Foundation researchers have determined via a  cursory examination that the entity is 1.55   00:06:40.740 --> 00:06:48.180 m tall, and that it weighs approximately 48 kg.  The sheet itself is larger than SCP-6096's body,   00:06:48.180 --> 00:06:53.400 trailing on the ground behind it by at least a  meter whenever the entity moves. All attempts to   00:06:53.400 --> 00:06:57.060 remove the sheet in order to get a proper  look at the thing have been unsuccessful. 00:06:57.660 --> 00:07:04.020 One of the most unusual properties of SCP-6096  is that it cannot be harmed. I don't mean that   00:07:04.020 --> 00:07:07.740 it is impervious to damage, but rather  that any living being that attempts to   00:07:07.740 --> 00:07:12.060 engage in a behavior that would harm the  entity finds themselves unable to do so.   00:07:12.780 --> 00:07:19.320 This includes, but is presumably not limited to,  actions such as: attempting to attack SCP-6096,   00:07:19.320 --> 00:07:25.260 attempting to order others to attack SCP-6096,  attempting to trick others into attacking   00:07:25.260 --> 00:07:31.380 SCP-6096 without their knowledge, laying a  trap for SCP-6096, ordering others to lay   00:07:31.380 --> 00:07:37.980 a trap for SCP-6096, creating an autonomous  device that would harm SCP-6096, attempting   00:07:37.980 --> 00:07:45.480 to leave SCP-6096 unsupervised and in harm's  way, and attempting to remove SCP-6096's sheet. 00:07:45.480 --> 00:07:51.780 Most of the time, SCP-6096's behavior is  described as peaceful and docile. As long   00:07:51.780 --> 00:07:56.100 as there is no danger present, it allows itself  to be led into containment and remains there   00:07:56.100 --> 00:08:02.040 with seemingly no objections. However, every  so often, the entity becomes active and will   00:08:02.040 --> 00:08:07.020 attempt to leave its location. It does so at  a steady pace with single-minded persistence,   00:08:07.020 --> 00:08:13.320 as it pursues one specific target at a time. It  is uncertain how the entity chooses a target,   00:08:13.320 --> 00:08:18.540 but so far it has always been a seemingly  random human being somewhere on Earth. Not   00:08:18.540 --> 00:08:24.480 only does SCP-6096 know exactly who its target  is, but anyone who observes the entity during an   00:08:24.480 --> 00:08:30.240 active period finds that they, too, know who it is  seeking out. In addition to this anomalous effect,   00:08:30.240 --> 00:08:36.000 the person will also find themselves compelled  to help SCP-6096 reach its intended target. 00:08:36.720 --> 00:08:43.380 These targets appear to be the only individuals  unaffected by SCP-6096's anti-harm properties. A   00:08:43.380 --> 00:08:48.720 person that the entity has selected will, in  fact, be able to harm it. However, none have   00:08:48.720 --> 00:08:53.640 managed to successfully do so, mainly due to the  protective influence of the other humans caught in   00:08:53.640 --> 00:09:00.420 the creature's anomalous thrall. But what happens  when SCP-6096 reaches its target? Research into   00:09:00.420 --> 00:09:07.320 this has been largely inconclusive, but a few  facts are certain: SCP-6096 will pull the person   00:09:07.320 --> 00:09:12.540 underneath its sheet until they have disappeared  from view. If the victim is conscious, they can   00:09:12.540 --> 00:09:17.640 be heard fighting, struggling, and screaming  in unimaginable agony for up to forty minutes.   00:09:18.300 --> 00:09:24.060 Then, they go silent, and are never seen  again. Once its chosen victim has disappeared,   00:09:24.060 --> 00:09:30.180 SCP-6096 becomes docile and largely immobile  again, and can be led back to containment.   00:09:30.780 --> 00:09:35.520 Whatever happens to its targets under that  sheet, it is definitely not anything good. 00:09:36.120 --> 00:09:43.260 SCP-6096 was discovered by the SCP Foundation on  September 12, 2018, when police were called to the   00:09:43.260 --> 00:09:48.660 home of the Mallion family in the town of Dernham,  New Mexico. Samuel and Amanda Mallion greeted the   00:09:48.660 --> 00:09:52.980 officers in a state of distress, claiming that  a person wearing a sheet had come into their   00:09:52.980 --> 00:09:58.680 home and somehow caused their sixteen-year-old  son, Desmond, to disappear. Authorities spotted   00:09:58.680 --> 00:10:03.900 SCP-6096 inside the home, and planned to remove  the sheet in order to interrogate and detain   00:10:03.900 --> 00:10:08.220 the suspect, but found themselves unable  to take another step closer to the thing. 00:10:08.220 --> 00:10:13.380 Terrified by their inexplicable encounter, they  submitted an incident report to their supervisor,   00:10:13.380 --> 00:10:17.280 who passed it up through the chain of command  in the regional government until it landed in   00:10:17.280 --> 00:10:22.500 the hands of the SCP Foundation. Alongside the  police report, the Foundation was able to access   00:10:22.500 --> 00:10:27.540 security camera footage from the Mallion family  home. A transcription of the video's contents is   00:10:27.540 --> 00:10:31.800 included in the official Foundation files.  I will do my best to summarize its events. 00:10:31.800 --> 00:10:36.300 The home security footage depicts the Mallion  family sitting on their living room couch,   00:10:36.300 --> 00:10:42.420 facing the television. Samuel and Amanda watch  a program on tv as Desmond idly scrolls through   00:10:42.420 --> 00:10:47.880 his phone. Outside, a car can be heard pulling  into the driveway. Though the driver's identity   00:10:47.880 --> 00:10:52.440 has not been confirmed, this is believed to  be a local taxi driver named Drake Ellen,   00:10:52.440 --> 00:10:59.280 dropping SCP-6096 off at the Mallion's door. A  moment later, Samuel draws his wife's attention   00:10:59.280 --> 00:11:06.540 toward a window. At first, the two are surprised  but amused, assuming that SCP-6096 is some sort   00:11:06.540 --> 00:11:11.460 of errant Halloween decoration. However,  they become increasingly disturbed as the   00:11:11.460 --> 00:11:16.620 sheet-covered figure approaches their door and  begins to knock, so softly it is nearly inaudible. 00:11:16.620 --> 00:11:21.180 As Samuel gets up to answer the door,  Amanda grabs her son's arm, holding   00:11:21.180 --> 00:11:25.920 him in an increasingly tight grip, and refusing  to let him pull away. Unable to stop herself,   00:11:25.920 --> 00:11:33.120 no matter how upset she becomes, she holds Desmond  still as her husband lets SCP-6096 into the house.   00:11:33.780 --> 00:11:38.460 It glides across the floor toward Desmond, who  struggles to break free from his crying mother's   00:11:38.460 --> 00:11:42.720 grasp. Amanda can be heard reassuring  him, saying "you just stay still, honey,   00:11:42.720 --> 00:11:47.940 you just close your eyes, it won't hurt  if you just close your eyes. I love you." 00:11:48.720 --> 00:11:54.060 Desmond struggles harder, but finds himself unable  to break his mother's hold. He kicks his legs,   00:11:54.060 --> 00:11:58.260 knocking his phone to the ground as the  sheet-covered entity draws closer and   00:11:58.260 --> 00:12:03.180 closer. He begs his mother to let him  go, but she doesn't budge. His father,   00:12:03.180 --> 00:12:08.580 through tears, says "Just stay still,  son. Just stay still. It won't hurt   00:12:08.580 --> 00:12:13.200 for long. It can't hurt for long.  Stay strong. Stay strong for me." 00:12:13.980 --> 00:12:18.720 Starting with his feet, the entity begins to cover  Desmond with its sheet, pulling him out of sight.   00:12:19.380 --> 00:12:23.940 Amanda and Samuel watch in wordless,  open-mouthed horror, silent screams   00:12:23.940 --> 00:12:28.560 stretching their faces into masks of terror  and grief. Desmond can be heard screaming,   00:12:28.560 --> 00:12:33.540 thrashing violently beneath the sheet, though what  exactly is happening to him under there cannot   00:12:33.540 --> 00:12:40.080 be seen. This continues for the next thirty-six  minutes, until Desmond has completely vanished.   00:12:40.080 --> 00:12:46.260 At this point, SCP-6096 wraps itself in its  sheet and sits down on the floor, watching the   00:12:46.260 --> 00:12:51.060 television without a care in the world. Amanda and  Samuel, on the other hand, find themselves able to   00:12:51.060 --> 00:12:56.640 move on their own again and must reckon with what  they just saw, what they just participated in. 00:12:57.240 --> 00:13:01.860 Samuel collapses to the ground, curling up in  the fetal position and rocking back and forth   00:13:01.860 --> 00:13:07.020 in shock. Amanda stumbles backward,  keeping her eyes locked on SCP-6096,   00:13:07.020 --> 00:13:13.200 and dials 9-1-1 on her cell phone. They stay right  there until the police arrive. At this point,   00:13:13.200 --> 00:13:18.540 the video log cuts out. After the SCP Foundation  was notified of the incident at the Mallion family   00:13:18.540 --> 00:13:22.920 home, Foundation officers administered  Class-A amnestics to Amanda and Samuel,   00:13:22.920 --> 00:13:29.100 as well as to all responding officers who  encountered SCP-6096. It is uncertain how   00:13:29.100 --> 00:13:33.960 long SCP-6096 was operating before this  incident, or where it could have come from. 00:13:33.960 --> 00:13:40.080 SCP-6096's containment is strictly under the  jurisdiction of Mobile Task Force Zeta-29   00:13:40.080 --> 00:13:44.640 ("Blood Brothers"). The anomaly is kept in  a standard humanoid containment chamber,   00:13:44.640 --> 00:13:49.260 located on the grounds of Site-19, where  it is monitored by on-site personnel via   00:13:49.260 --> 00:13:53.820 video and audio recording devices. If  any changes in its behavior are noted,   00:13:53.820 --> 00:13:58.380 they are to be promptly logged and reported.  Unlike most anomalies at the SCP Foundation,   00:13:58.380 --> 00:14:04.500 SCP-6096 is permitted to leave its containment  area whenever it chooses. Whenever it does   00:14:04.500 --> 00:14:11.100 choose to leave, SCP-6096 must be escorted  to its intended destination by MTF Zeta-29.   00:14:11.100 --> 00:14:16.020 Task Force members may use whatever method of  transportation is most convenient at the time. 00:14:16.020 --> 00:14:20.880 While this group is escorting the entity, a  secondary team will travel to its intended target,   00:14:20.880 --> 00:14:26.280 dosing them with a high-grade tranquilizer  to render them unconscious. Once the entity   00:14:26.280 --> 00:14:30.240 has disposed of its target, it will be  accompanied back to its containment chamber. 00:14:30.780 --> 00:14:35.880 There are no easy jobs at the SCP Foundation -  aside from the lucky few who get to spend their   00:14:35.880 --> 00:14:41.280 days playing with SCP-999 - but staff assigned  to the containment, if you can even call it that,   00:14:41.280 --> 00:14:46.380 of SCP-6096 report some of the lowest  morale levels at the organization.   00:14:47.100 --> 00:14:51.900 A Welcome Notice from Charlie Symanski, Commander  of Mobile Task Force Zeta-29 ("Blood Brothers")   00:14:51.900 --> 00:14:57.900 is included in the official file, presumably  for Task Force member eyes only. Nevertheless,   00:14:57.900 --> 00:15:02.700 I feel it is important that I share the contents  of this note with all of you, as they provide   00:15:02.700 --> 00:15:08.160 a valuable look into the perspective of the  members of this unfortunate Task Force. It reads: 00:15:08.160 --> 00:15:12.720 "And there you have it. Welcome to Mobile  Task Force Zeta-29. No need to worry about   00:15:12.720 --> 00:15:16.620 professionalism down here: the higher-ups  couldn't demote me if they wanted to.   00:15:17.340 --> 00:15:22.440 Apparently, my presence as the head  of SCP-6096 containment is beneficial   00:15:22.440 --> 00:15:26.340 enough to it that me being reassigned  would count as harming it. Lucky me. 00:15:26.340 --> 00:15:30.240 You're probably wondering how we can be  shameless enough to say we have this thing   00:15:30.240 --> 00:15:34.680 under containment. It comes and goes whenever it  feels like it, and if it ever decided it didn't   00:15:34.680 --> 00:15:39.540 want to come back to its containment cell, we  have literally no way of forcing it. And, yeah,   00:15:39.540 --> 00:15:42.900 you're probably also thinking that calling  that room a containment chamber instead of   00:15:42.900 --> 00:15:49.020 a hotel room is just as shameful. To that I say:  you're absolutely right. There's nothing we can do   00:15:49.020 --> 00:15:54.300 against SCP-6096. Feel free to self-medicate  until you're able to accept that. Don't hold   00:15:54.300 --> 00:15:58.800 back — you're going to become very familiar with  that feeling of gnawing guilt. I know I did,   00:15:58.800 --> 00:16:02.460 the first time, I had to hold the door  to a maternity ward open for this thing. 00:16:02.460 --> 00:16:09.300 The idea of containing SCP-6096 is a bad joke. We  all decided a long time ago that the only way out   00:16:09.300 --> 00:16:14.220 of this nightmare is liquidation, decommissioning,  neutralization, whatever you want to call it. But   00:16:14.220 --> 00:16:19.920 that's no walk in the park either; I've stood  in that chamber for hours, gun pointed at 6096's   00:16:19.920 --> 00:16:26.820 head, screaming at my finger just to tighten  slightly. Didn't work. You can't harm SCP-6096, no   00:16:26.820 --> 00:16:31.560 matter how much you want to. You can't even try to  start a Rube Goldberg kind of thing to eventually   00:16:31.560 --> 00:16:38.040 harm SCP-6096. It's just a fact of the world  — maybe a semiohazard or whatever it's called. 00:16:38.040 --> 00:16:43.620 The way I see it, then, there are three main ways  out of this nightmare: 1. Another organization,   00:16:43.620 --> 00:16:47.940 maybe the GOC, takes a shot at it without  realizing what they're dealing with. Maybe   00:16:47.940 --> 00:16:51.180 they think we're transporting something  much more dangerous — maybe they think   00:16:51.180 --> 00:16:54.180 we're in over our heads with it — and they  take it out with a drone or something,   00:16:54.180 --> 00:16:57.720 blow the thing to hell while we're  transporting it. A bomb would kill it easy,   00:16:57.720 --> 00:17:02.700 I think — it feels weak. This would only  work so long as the GOC thinks they're   00:17:02.700 --> 00:17:08.460 bombing something else entirely. If they knew  it was SCP-6096, they'd just be contained too. 00:17:09.060 --> 00:17:14.280 2. An .aic deals with it. I don't know  if an artificial intelligence is immune   00:17:14.280 --> 00:17:18.540 to SCP-6096's effects, but the fact  that it won't let me tell one of them   00:17:18.540 --> 00:17:22.380 about it gives me hope. Maybe one day,  one of those computers gets a mission,   00:17:22.380 --> 00:17:28.020 and maybe that mission — by complete coincidence —  happens to lead them over to this file. Then they   00:17:28.020 --> 00:17:33.360 use their superior intelligence to set things up  so 6096 runs into an 'accident' out of the blue. 00:17:33.960 --> 00:17:40.380 3. A target gets lucky. Maybe 6096 goes after  a gun nut, and the poor guy gets a lucky shot   00:17:40.380 --> 00:17:45.180 in before we can hold him down. This almost  happened once — but Lopez took the bullet.   00:17:45.180 --> 00:17:50.760 Poor guy bled out while we were holding the  target down for 6096. Maybe it'll happen again,   00:17:50.760 --> 00:17:56.340 go better. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Let's be  honest — these scenarios aren't scenarios,   00:17:56.340 --> 00:18:01.860 they're fantasies. The odds of any of these  things happening on their own are tiny. Miniscule. 00:18:01.860 --> 00:18:07.980 The only thing that can really do 6096 in,  far as I can see, is sheer coincidence. All   00:18:07.980 --> 00:18:12.780 we can do is wait and hope — hope for one of  us to make a genuine mistake that gets the   00:18:12.780 --> 00:18:18.120 right dominoes falling. But I wouldn't hold your  breath. After all, we're so good at what we do." 00:18:19.020 --> 00:18:25.440 Of all the anomalies I have studied, SCP-6096 is  one that troubles me more than almost any other.   00:18:25.440 --> 00:18:30.180 I have lost sleep watching the Mallion  family security footage again and again,   00:18:30.180 --> 00:18:35.160 each time shocked by the sight of two  tearful parents helping a sheet-covered   00:18:35.160 --> 00:18:39.120 stranger steal their only son, doing  who knows what to him in the process. 00:18:39.120 --> 00:18:46.800 No matter how hard I try, I cannot discern  SCP-6096's motives, its origins, or even what   00:18:46.800 --> 00:18:52.980 its real face looks like. Perhaps it doesn't have  one. Perhaps there is nothing under that sheet.   00:18:52.980 --> 00:18:57.120 The hardest part is knowing that  I will likely never know. That   00:18:57.120 --> 00:19:00.780 uncertainty is so much worse than any  of the horrible truths I have uncovered   00:19:00.780 --> 00:19:03.960 in my years of studying the anomalies  that hide in the shadows of our world. 00:19:04.740 --> 00:19:08.940 Though I may never uncover the  answers to the mystery of SCP-6096,   00:19:08.940 --> 00:19:13.860 there is one thing I know for certain: I  will never be able to relax around Halloween.   00:19:14.760 --> 00:19:19.560 That walking bedsheet might be someone who ran  out of time to plan a proper costume and just   00:19:19.560 --> 00:19:25.080 grabbed the first thing they could find. Or,  it could be a faceless horror walking with the   00:19:25.080 --> 00:19:31.080 relaxed gait of the incomprehensibly powerful,  on its way to claim another unfortunate soul. 00:19:31.800 --> 00:19:36.600 Check out the Dr. Bob Patreon and become a  junior researcher today! 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