WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.089 --> 00:00:04.470 The walking dead, dripping and rotting, with glowing eyes and sharp teeth. 00:00:04.470 --> 00:00:10.990 A huge, black wolf, stalking through the woods as you walk home alone in the dead of night. 00:00:10.990 --> 00:00:16.710 Even the horrors of the SCP Foundation: The old man, SCP-106. 00:00:16.710 --> 00:00:22.960 The grey, shrieking nightmare of SCP-096, and the relentless hatred and violence of 00:00:22.960 --> 00:00:25.590 SCP-682. 00:00:25.590 --> 00:00:29.900 All these things frighten people, even the staff of the SCP Foundation. 00:00:29.900 --> 00:00:32.710 But one question still haunts them. 00:00:32.710 --> 00:00:35.290 One terrible, awful question. 00:00:35.290 --> 00:00:37.090 What’s in the attic? 00:00:37.090 --> 00:00:38.680 What’s in the attic? 00:00:38.680 --> 00:00:41.020 What is in the attic? 00:00:41.020 --> 00:00:46.410 There is a certain time of night where it seems as if day will never come, where the 00:00:46.410 --> 00:00:51.150 shadows have stretched long and heavy across the floor, and the air is thick with a sense 00:00:51.150 --> 00:00:53.469 of shapeless dread. 00:00:53.469 --> 00:00:58.629 Past midnight, but far before the relief of dawn, it is the time of night when terrors 00:00:58.629 --> 00:01:04.040 come to life, where fear sits on your chest and refuses to let you breathe easily. 00:01:04.040 --> 00:01:10.420 Right now, it is that time of night in the Lee family home, and, with a knife under her 00:01:10.420 --> 00:01:16.080 pillow and disaster on her mind, Olivia Lee can not sleep. 00:01:16.080 --> 00:01:19.590 She holds her breath, listening to the sounds of the house around her. 00:01:19.590 --> 00:01:23.820 Her siblings were asleep in their respective rooms, snoring away in the kind of peaceful 00:01:23.820 --> 00:01:26.790 slumber she could barely remember. 00:01:26.790 --> 00:01:29.650 Her parents, whispering together downstairs. 00:01:29.650 --> 00:01:33.090 She can't make it out, exactly, but she has a theory. 00:01:33.090 --> 00:01:35.340 They're talking about her, most likely. 00:01:35.340 --> 00:01:37.680 What else could they be discussing? 00:01:37.680 --> 00:01:42.990 After so many years of seemingly endless fighting, shouting, slamming doors, a porcelain vase, 00:01:42.990 --> 00:01:47.320 or expensive china plate smashed against a wall, she can feel the tension reaching a 00:01:47.320 --> 00:01:49.150 boiling point. 00:01:49.150 --> 00:01:52.799 No doubt her parents are plotting, discussing what to do about her. 00:01:52.799 --> 00:01:56.159 They could kick her out, but she's only 17. 00:01:56.159 --> 00:02:02.250 No, she has the sneaking suspicion they have something else planned, something more drastic. 00:02:02.250 --> 00:02:06.250 That's why she snatched one of the kitchen knives yesterday, just in case. 00:02:06.250 --> 00:02:10.390 She can feel it under her pillow now, its presence radiating through the cool pillowcase 00:02:10.390 --> 00:02:12.310 against her cheek. 00:02:12.310 --> 00:02:15.810 Things have never been quite right in this house, in this family. 00:02:15.810 --> 00:02:21.430 Since she was little, she could feel an aura of wrongness clinging to everyone, to everything. 00:02:21.430 --> 00:02:25.450 It's only gotten worse over the years, condensing into a fog that chokes her when she tries 00:02:25.450 --> 00:02:27.330 to act like everything is normal. 00:02:27.330 --> 00:02:30.790 Like they're a perfect, happy family. 00:02:30.790 --> 00:02:34.950 Her parents might be content to keep up the charade, but she won't. 00:02:34.950 --> 00:02:36.260 Not anymore. 00:02:36.260 --> 00:02:41.030 She's been preparing, packing a duffel bag of clothes, food, a little bit of money, everything 00:02:41.030 --> 00:02:45.450 she needs to get out of this house, out of this town, once and for all. 00:02:45.450 --> 00:02:50.560 If they try anything tonight, that will be the sign she needs to cut and run. 00:02:50.560 --> 00:02:54.260 Olivia's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside of her room. 00:02:54.260 --> 00:02:58.620 Two sets of adult footsteps, not her siblings coming to complain of a bad dream. 00:02:58.620 --> 00:03:00.120 Her parents. 00:03:00.120 --> 00:03:04.709 She holds her breath, waiting for the footsteps to pass, but they stop just in front of her 00:03:04.709 --> 00:03:05.890 door. 00:03:05.890 --> 00:03:10.680 The knob begins to turn, and she curses herself for not locking it. 00:03:10.680 --> 00:03:11.680 This is it. 00:03:11.680 --> 00:03:16.560 Whatever force in this house has made them resent her all this time, it has driven them 00:03:16.560 --> 00:03:17.560 to act. 00:03:17.560 --> 00:03:21.800 As the door creaks open, Olivia snatches the knife out from under her pillow, brandishing 00:03:21.800 --> 00:03:22.800 it in front of her. 00:03:22.800 --> 00:03:27.530 Her parents look more angry than surprised, as if they were expecting this from her. 00:03:27.530 --> 00:03:31.010 They shout at her to put the knife down and listen to what they say. 00:03:31.010 --> 00:03:35.370 Olivia refuses, It's the only leverage she has in this two-on-one confrontation, and 00:03:35.370 --> 00:03:37.280 she isn't about to give it up. 00:03:37.280 --> 00:03:40.950 She snatches the bag out from under her bed, and she slowly backs her parents up against 00:03:40.950 --> 00:03:41.950 the wall. 00:03:41.950 --> 00:03:46.310 This close, she can see the desperation in her mother's eyes, and smell the spirits on 00:03:46.310 --> 00:03:47.480 her father's breath. 00:03:47.480 --> 00:03:50.750 Her hand trembles and her eyes fill with tears. 00:03:50.750 --> 00:03:56.560 Suddenly, there is a sound from above, something heavy, shifting and moving across the floor. 00:03:56.560 --> 00:03:58.750 The sound makes Olivia's blood run cold. 00:03:58.750 --> 00:04:01.390 Up there, that's the attic. 00:04:01.390 --> 00:04:02.390 There's nothing in the attic. 00:04:02.390 --> 00:04:05.560 Or at least, as far as she knows. 00:04:05.560 --> 00:04:09.430 She's never been up there, could never force herself to climb the ladder up into the darkness 00:04:09.430 --> 00:04:13.530 without every fiber of her being rejecting it, every primal instinct screaming at her 00:04:13.530 --> 00:04:15.120 to get away. 00:04:15.120 --> 00:04:19.449 For as long as she can remember, the attic has been a place she never wanted to go. 00:04:19.449 --> 00:04:23.250 There's the sound again, louder this time, more insistent. 00:04:23.250 --> 00:04:26.790 It turns her stomach, a chill running down her spine. 00:04:26.790 --> 00:04:32.360 Whatever is up there, she needs to get as far away from it, from this house, as possible. 00:04:32.360 --> 00:04:36.010 She drops the knife, letting it clatter to the floor, and she tears out of the room with 00:04:36.010 --> 00:04:37.170 her duffel bag. 00:04:37.170 --> 00:04:40.860 She can hear her parents behind her, calling her name, begging her to listen, threatening 00:04:40.860 --> 00:04:44.090 her if she doesn't, but she shuts out the noise. 00:04:44.090 --> 00:04:47.350 The only thing on her mind is getting out of this house. 00:04:47.350 --> 00:04:53.100 As she runs, she can hear that sound in the attic following her, somehow right above her, 00:04:53.100 --> 00:04:55.599 no matter what part of the house she is in. 00:04:55.599 --> 00:04:59.090 She doesn't even bother to put on her shoes, flinging open the front door and sprinting 00:04:59.090 --> 00:05:01.190 out into the night in her socks. 00:05:01.190 --> 00:05:07.639 The door slams behind her, and suddenly Olivia is gone, disappearing into an open world where 00:05:07.639 --> 00:05:09.530 she can breathe again. 00:05:09.530 --> 00:05:14.350 Back inside the house, the family she left behind is still taking in the reality of her 00:05:14.350 --> 00:05:15.790 absence. 00:05:15.790 --> 00:05:19.449 Above them, in the attic, something shifts. 00:05:19.449 --> 00:05:23.449 After Olivia leaves, the mood in the house begins to shift. 00:05:23.449 --> 00:05:27.750 Her parents, Franklin and Yvette, had hoped that her absence would make their home seem 00:05:27.750 --> 00:05:30.410 lighter, but in fact, it's been the opposite. 00:05:30.410 --> 00:05:34.950 They used to be able to ignore the attic, to glance at it and feel the gnawing sensation 00:05:34.950 --> 00:05:40.250 that something important, something terrible, was waiting up there, then keep walking and 00:05:40.250 --> 00:05:41.980 move on with the rest of their day. 00:05:41.980 --> 00:05:46.919 But now, without their eldest daughter, the thorn in their side who constantly aggravated 00:05:46.919 --> 00:05:51.610 and disappointed them, the feeling is getting harder to ignore. 00:05:51.610 --> 00:05:56.139 Slowly but surely, thoughts of the attic worm their way under the couple's skin until there 00:05:56.139 --> 00:05:58.110 is little else that they can think about. 00:05:58.110 --> 00:06:00.830 The house has taken on an eerie silence. 00:06:00.830 --> 00:06:06.509 It doesn't sound like this is a house where a family of five, formerly six, but now five, 00:06:06.509 --> 00:06:07.509 live. 00:06:07.509 --> 00:06:09.310 It sounds like a grave. 00:06:09.310 --> 00:06:13.610 Franklin cracks first, gives way to the pressure to climb the ladder, and see what is up there 00:06:13.610 --> 00:06:14.949 in the attic. 00:06:14.949 --> 00:06:20.130 One morning he wakes up, drinks his coffee, then summons all of his strength, grits his 00:06:20.130 --> 00:06:22.490 teeth, and starts to climb. 00:06:22.490 --> 00:06:26.009 He grabs the first rung, and begins to pull himself up. 00:06:26.009 --> 00:06:31.650 One step, one rung, then another, then another, slowly making his way up into the shadowy 00:06:31.650 --> 00:06:33.350 unknown above. 00:06:33.350 --> 00:06:37.810 He reaches up with an unsteady hand, and pushes the door open. 00:06:37.810 --> 00:06:42.169 Just as his head crosses the threshold of the opening into the attic, everything goes 00:06:42.169 --> 00:06:43.169 dark. 00:06:43.169 --> 00:06:47.210 Franklin suddenly opens his eyes, and finds himself sitting back at the kitchen table, 00:06:47.210 --> 00:06:51.160 his wife across from him, his children playing in the next room while the sound of Saturday 00:06:51.160 --> 00:06:53.590 morning cartoons blares from the television. 00:06:53.590 --> 00:06:56.300 He blinks, rubbing at his eyes. 00:06:56.300 --> 00:06:57.480 Was it his imagination? 00:06:57.480 --> 00:07:01.490 Did he just have a vivid daydream about climbing up to the attic? 00:07:01.490 --> 00:07:05.350 He asks Yvette, and she swears that she never saw him get up from the table. 00:07:05.350 --> 00:07:10.030 He drank his coffee, looked lost in thought for a moment, and then he snapped back to 00:07:10.030 --> 00:07:11.030 attention. 00:07:11.030 --> 00:07:12.979 She didn't see him do anything else. 00:07:12.979 --> 00:07:15.539 She shrugs it off and turns back to the newspaper. 00:07:15.539 --> 00:07:18.220 Franklin can't shake it off that easily. 00:07:18.220 --> 00:07:21.970 He goes about the rest of his Saturday as normal, helping tidy up the house, playing 00:07:21.970 --> 00:07:25.169 in the yard with the kids, and staring off into space. 00:07:25.169 --> 00:07:28.310 But all the while, he is thinking of the attic. 00:07:28.310 --> 00:07:32.639 He could swear that he climbed that ladder, and would happily swear it in front of a judge. 00:07:32.639 --> 00:07:34.639 But it didn't make sense. 00:07:34.639 --> 00:07:36.320 None of it made sense. 00:07:36.320 --> 00:07:40.310 He decides to try again, or maybe for the first time. 00:07:40.310 --> 00:07:43.410 His head aches from the effort of trying to sift through his memories and find what he 00:07:43.410 --> 00:07:44.440 could be missing. 00:07:44.440 --> 00:07:49.990 Later that night, after he and his wife settle down for bed, Franklin sneaks out of the bedroom. 00:07:49.990 --> 00:07:53.860 He tiptoes through the hall until he reaches the ladder up to the attic. 00:07:53.860 --> 00:07:58.620 Looking at it in the dark, he feels a sense of foreboding, as if his subconscious is warning 00:07:58.620 --> 00:08:00.139 him to turn back. 00:08:00.139 --> 00:08:03.300 He fights through the feeling, climbing up the steps one by one. 00:08:03.300 --> 00:08:09.509 He pushes open the door, climbs up through, and then...he opens his eyes, lying on his 00:08:09.509 --> 00:08:12.639 back in bed, his wife fast asleep beside him. 00:08:12.639 --> 00:08:15.060 What the hell? 00:08:15.060 --> 00:08:17.419 Did he fall asleep and dream it? 00:08:17.419 --> 00:08:20.940 But why would he dream the same dream twice, once at the kitchen table in the bright light 00:08:20.940 --> 00:08:21.940 of the morning? 00:08:21.940 --> 00:08:23.500 No, that can't be it. 00:08:23.500 --> 00:08:27.159 Still, he needs to check one more time, just to be certain. 00:08:27.159 --> 00:08:32.380 He trudges out into the hall, climbs back up the ladder, and opens the attic door. 00:08:32.380 --> 00:08:36.159 Once more, he opens his eyes in bed, as if it was all a dream. 00:08:36.159 --> 00:08:38.169 But he knows better. 00:08:38.169 --> 00:08:41.310 Somehow, the attic won't let him look inside. 00:08:41.310 --> 00:08:44.570 Whatever is up there, it doesn't want to be seen. 00:08:44.570 --> 00:08:48.850 He tries to put it out of his mind, to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, but he can't 00:08:48.850 --> 00:08:52.709 stop imagining the climb up to the attic, can't stop trying to picture what could be 00:08:52.709 --> 00:08:54.510 hiding above his head. 00:08:54.510 --> 00:08:56.390 This is his house, dammit! 00:08:56.390 --> 00:08:58.500 He should know everything going on in here. 00:08:58.500 --> 00:09:00.970 It just doesn't make sense. 00:09:00.970 --> 00:09:02.690 Franklin doesn't sleep at all that night. 00:09:02.690 --> 00:09:07.910 He just lies there, eyes shut, mind replaying the memory of his failed climbs over and over 00:09:07.910 --> 00:09:09.190 on a loop. 00:09:09.190 --> 00:09:13.450 The next day he tries one more time, only to find himself sitting in his easy chair 00:09:13.450 --> 00:09:15.280 and watching the television. 00:09:15.280 --> 00:09:19.700 He tries again throughout the day, every time unable to reach the attic. 00:09:19.700 --> 00:09:24.290 Yvette notices the change in her husband, but doesn't dare ask what caused it. 00:09:24.290 --> 00:09:29.000 Whatever it is, he is growing increasingly distressed, angry, and terrified. 00:09:29.000 --> 00:09:32.870 She can guess what it might be about, and can feel that same uneasy feeling whenever 00:09:32.870 --> 00:09:34.620 she walks past the attic. 00:09:34.620 --> 00:09:38.850 The question of it gnaws at her, but she's afraid to try and look for herself. 00:09:38.850 --> 00:09:43.160 She can see what it's doing to Franklin and imagines what it might do to her. 00:09:43.160 --> 00:09:47.340 As the week goes on, Franklin and Yvette try their best to ignore the attic, but it grows 00:09:47.340 --> 00:09:49.970 more difficult with each passing day. 00:09:49.970 --> 00:09:54.160 By Sunday, Franklin comes home from the office with a box of his things, announcing that 00:09:54.160 --> 00:09:55.610 he has quit his job. 00:09:55.610 --> 00:10:00.100 He wants the family to move away from the house and have a fresh start somewhere else. 00:10:00.100 --> 00:10:03.230 He has a meeting with a realtor tomorrow to discuss selling the house. 00:10:03.230 --> 00:10:06.010 Yvette starts to protest but thinks better of it. 00:10:06.010 --> 00:10:09.339 Best to let Franklin have his way when he gets his mind set on something. 00:10:09.339 --> 00:10:13.320 Besides, if they can move out of the house, maybe she won't ever have to find out what 00:10:13.320 --> 00:10:15.750 the trouble with the attic is all about. 00:10:15.750 --> 00:10:18.420 The next morning a realtor comes by to meet with the Lee's. 00:10:18.420 --> 00:10:20.110 He has great news! 00:10:20.110 --> 00:10:22.960 Someone has already put in an offer on the house, and it's way more than what they paid 00:10:22.960 --> 00:10:23.960 for it! 00:10:23.960 --> 00:10:26.950 For once, things are really starting to look up for the family. 00:10:26.950 --> 00:10:31.740 They sit on the couch with the realtor, review the contract, and prepare to sign the paperwork. 00:10:31.740 --> 00:10:35.050 Franklin picks up a pen and gets ready to sign on the dotted line. 00:10:35.050 --> 00:10:40.460 But the instant the pen touches the paper, he's at the kitchen table again, Yvette sitting 00:10:40.460 --> 00:10:43.850 across from him with a cup of coffee in her hand. 00:10:43.850 --> 00:10:46.050 She stares at him, wide-eyed. 00:10:46.050 --> 00:10:47.870 She didn't forget this time. 00:10:47.870 --> 00:10:52.120 They both remember being there, ready to sign away their house and start a new chapter of 00:10:52.120 --> 00:10:56.579 their lives, when all of a sudden, like the skipping of a scratched record, there was 00:10:56.579 --> 00:11:00.260 a blip of some kind, and they were back here. 00:11:00.260 --> 00:11:03.620 Franklin rushes to the phone, dialing the realtor's number in an attempt to get a handle 00:11:03.620 --> 00:11:04.620 on things. 00:11:04.620 --> 00:11:08.529 It rings once, then an error message plays informing him that the number he is trying 00:11:08.529 --> 00:11:10.139 to reach has been disconnected. 00:11:10.139 --> 00:11:15.230 He looks up the realtor, but finds that the real estate agency he was with is no longer 00:11:15.230 --> 00:11:16.510 in business. 00:11:16.510 --> 00:11:21.720 Somehow, everything has changed, and their lucky break has vanished into thin air. 00:11:21.720 --> 00:11:25.680 Franklin throws his coffee cup across the room in a burst of rage, and it shatters against 00:11:25.680 --> 00:11:28.310 the wall in a flurry of hot coffee and ceramic. 00:11:28.310 --> 00:11:32.790 The kids stop playing in the other room, coming to check out the source of the loud sound. 00:11:32.790 --> 00:11:36.370 Yvette shoos them away, then quietly begins to clean up the mess. 00:11:36.370 --> 00:11:41.870 And they carry on that way, until bedtime. Franklin goes to bed early, exhausted from 00:11:41.870 --> 00:11:45.470 seething all day about the lost opportunity to sell the house. 00:11:45.470 --> 00:11:49.779 Yvette stays up, reading a book on the couch while the rest of the family sleeps. 00:11:49.779 --> 00:11:53.029 Just as she goes to turn the next page, she hears something. 00:11:53.029 --> 00:11:55.380 A voice, coming from upstairs. 00:11:55.380 --> 00:11:58.440 It isn't Franklin, it isn't one of the kids. 00:11:58.440 --> 00:12:01.040 It's a voice she hasn't heard in a little while. 00:12:01.040 --> 00:12:03.180 It sounds like Olivia. 00:12:03.180 --> 00:12:08.390 Yvette can't quite make out what her daughter is saying, but she knows that it's her. 00:12:08.390 --> 00:12:12.080 She's certain of it, just as certain as she is of the fact that the sound is coming from 00:12:12.080 --> 00:12:13.529 the attic. 00:12:13.529 --> 00:12:17.700 She's been avoiding it all this time, afraid to become haunted by whatever has been vexing 00:12:17.700 --> 00:12:20.940 Franklin, but she can't resist it anymore. 00:12:20.940 --> 00:12:25.339 She may have run her out of the house, but Olivia is her daughter, and her mother's instincts 00:12:25.339 --> 00:12:28.610 can only be suppressed for so long. 00:12:28.610 --> 00:12:32.010 Slowly but surely, she walks to the attic, and begins to climb up. 00:12:32.010 --> 00:12:35.720 Hearing the noise, the children leave their rooms to come and see what is happening. 00:12:35.720 --> 00:12:37.779 "Mom, what are you doing?" 00:12:37.779 --> 00:12:40.860 One of them asks, but Yvette does not answer. 00:12:40.860 --> 00:12:43.310 All she can hear is Olivia in the attic. 00:12:43.310 --> 00:12:47.839 She still can't quite make out the words, but if she can just get up there, get inside, 00:12:47.839 --> 00:12:50.339 she knows that everything will become clear. 00:12:50.339 --> 00:12:54.700 She pushes open the door, and climbs up into the inky blackness above. 00:12:54.700 --> 00:12:59.480 Back below, the children stare at the ladder, listening to the sound of hushed whispers. 00:12:59.480 --> 00:13:03.100 It goes on for several minutes, before Yvette climbs back down into view. 00:13:03.100 --> 00:13:05.180 "What was up there?" 00:13:05.180 --> 00:13:06.800 One of the children asks. 00:13:06.800 --> 00:13:11.300 Yvette turns to look at them, her face pale, her eyes hollow. 00:13:11.300 --> 00:13:14.180 She shakes her head, silent for a long moment. 00:13:14.180 --> 00:13:19.410 When she speaks, her voice trembles with a mixture of confusion and horror. 00:13:19.410 --> 00:13:21.370 "...I don't know. 00:13:21.370 --> 00:13:23.329 It wasn't Olivia." 00:13:23.329 --> 00:13:29.740 As days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and months turn into years, the Lee family 00:13:29.740 --> 00:13:33.420 tries everything they can think of to make life with the attic bearable. 00:13:33.420 --> 00:13:36.699 They try to ignore it, but that doesn't work anymore. 00:13:36.699 --> 00:13:40.190 They attempt to have the house demolished, torn down so they can build something new 00:13:40.190 --> 00:13:45.350 on top of the rubble, but after they sign the papers, they wake up in bed and find that 00:13:45.350 --> 00:13:48.200 the construction company no longer exists. 00:13:48.200 --> 00:13:52.920 Franklin tries to investigate the attic again, but it just won't let him inside. 00:13:52.920 --> 00:13:56.980 If he ever makes it all the way up there, he isn't able to remember it. 00:13:56.980 --> 00:14:01.470 One day, in a fit of desperation, he takes out an ad in the newspaper, asking for help 00:14:01.470 --> 00:14:04.300 from someone experienced in the unexplainable. 00:14:04.300 --> 00:14:07.860 He doesn't expect much to come of it, but the ad draws the attention of a secretive 00:14:07.860 --> 00:14:08.860 organization. 00:14:08.860 --> 00:14:13.120 A group of men come to the door to speak with the Lee family, identifying themselves as 00:14:13.120 --> 00:14:17.759 members of an organization they will only refer to as "The Foundation." 00:14:17.759 --> 00:14:21.480 The men from The Foundation attempt to climb into the attic, only to find themselves standing 00:14:21.480 --> 00:14:23.060 at the front door again. 00:14:23.060 --> 00:14:26.760 They begin scribbling down notes after this occurrence, whispering to each other and saying 00:14:26.760 --> 00:14:30.480 words like "cognitohazard" and "reality-altering." 00:14:30.480 --> 00:14:34.990 The Lee's don't understand much of it, but they can tell that it's nothing good. 00:14:34.990 --> 00:14:38.339 The men from The Foundation block off the house with caution tape, put up a notice of 00:14:38.339 --> 00:14:42.600 a highly dangerous gas leak, and then ask the Lee's to come with them. 00:14:42.600 --> 00:14:46.889 Over the next few days, Dr. Dorsett of the SCP Foundation conducts interviews with Yvette 00:14:46.889 --> 00:14:50.610 and Franklin regarding the nature of the attic, and their experiences with it. 00:14:50.610 --> 00:14:55.220 He also speaks with the children that still live with them, as well as several of their 00:14:55.220 --> 00:14:56.220 neighbors. 00:14:56.220 --> 00:14:59.029 Following these interviews, the Foundation attempts several more manned explorations 00:14:59.029 --> 00:15:02.029 of the attic, as well as a few unmanned explorations. 00:15:02.029 --> 00:15:05.040 However, these attempts prove unsuccessful. 00:15:05.040 --> 00:15:08.560 In the days following these attempts, the Foundation discovers that all records of them 00:15:08.560 --> 00:15:13.000 have disappeared, and that the investigation attempts appear to have never actually taken 00:15:13.000 --> 00:15:14.000 place. 00:15:14.000 --> 00:15:17.990 The research team is desperate to put the puzzle together and realizes they are still 00:15:17.990 --> 00:15:20.020 missing one piece. 00:15:20.020 --> 00:15:22.580 The runaway daughter, Olivia. 00:15:22.580 --> 00:15:27.120 The Foundation tracks her down, living under a new name and working as a landscaping contractor, 00:15:27.120 --> 00:15:29.699 and brings her in for questioning. 00:15:29.699 --> 00:15:34.370 She is surprisingly cooperative, almost unfazed by the bizarre situation. 00:15:34.370 --> 00:15:39.589 Dr. Garrett is selected to conduct the interview, and he meets Olivia, now Rebecca Feldman in 00:15:39.589 --> 00:15:41.040 an interrogation room. 00:15:41.040 --> 00:15:46.180 He begins the interview, saying, "Ms. Feldman, what I want to discuss with you is a phenomenon 00:15:46.180 --> 00:15:50.600 associated with your parents home, likely located in the upstairs-" 00:15:50.600 --> 00:15:51.670 She cuts him off. 00:15:51.670 --> 00:15:53.510 "The attic, I know. 00:15:53.510 --> 00:15:55.800 I thought somebody would come after me about that. 00:15:55.800 --> 00:15:57.870 I just didn't think it would be so soon." 00:15:57.870 --> 00:16:02.480 Dr. Garrett is surprised at her cavalier attitude toward the attic. 00:16:02.480 --> 00:16:05.600 He asks if she’s aware of the phenomenon occurring in the house. 00:16:05.600 --> 00:16:09.370 She nods, and says, “I left my parents when I was a kid, Dr. Garrett. 00:16:09.370 --> 00:16:10.370 We… 00:16:10.370 --> 00:16:12.210 we had always fought. 00:16:12.210 --> 00:16:15.680 They weren't happy with the choices I had made, the things I believed in, the people 00:16:15.680 --> 00:16:17.120 I spent time with. 00:16:17.120 --> 00:16:21.899 There was anger there, so much anger I thought it might suffocate me. 00:16:21.899 --> 00:16:24.800 When I left, I felt like I could breathe again. 00:16:24.800 --> 00:16:30.520 I never went back after that, but… sometimes, I can still feel it. 00:16:30.520 --> 00:16:34.530 You know how you feel when you're dreaming, and you're trying to run from something, but 00:16:34.530 --> 00:16:40.380 you can't see it, and you don't know if it's really there, but you run anyway? 00:16:40.380 --> 00:16:41.950 That's how it feels." 00:16:41.950 --> 00:16:44.690 He asks her what prompted her to leave her parents. 00:16:44.690 --> 00:16:48.960 Rebecca looks down at her hands, folded on the table, before she speaks again. 00:16:48.960 --> 00:16:54.230 "There was one night, we had a fight, and my dad was drinking, and mom was even worse 00:16:54.230 --> 00:16:55.380 off at that point, and… 00:16:55.380 --> 00:17:00.100 I had kept a knife under my pillow for a long time, in case something happened, and they 00:17:00.100 --> 00:17:01.839 came into my room that night. 00:17:01.839 --> 00:17:06.030 I don't know what their intentions were, but I drew it and backed them into the wall. 00:17:06.030 --> 00:17:10.730 The whole thing felt like I was being choked, and that was the first time I heard it, something 00:17:10.730 --> 00:17:12.260 moving above me. 00:17:12.260 --> 00:17:16.350 I dropped the knife and ran, and I didn't look back." 00:17:16.350 --> 00:17:21.020 Dr. Garrett only had one more question for her: Whether she knows about anything in the 00:17:21.020 --> 00:17:22.330 attic? 00:17:22.330 --> 00:17:25.370 She looked up from her hands then, meeting Garrett's eyes. 00:17:25.370 --> 00:17:27.900 "There are always secrets, doctor. 00:17:27.900 --> 00:17:34.830 There's only so much hate that can build up in a place before it starts hating you back… 00:17:34.830 --> 00:17:38.919 I don't know what's in the attic, or if there's anything up there at all, and I don't think 00:17:38.919 --> 00:17:39.990 I want to." 00:17:39.990 --> 00:17:43.280 With that, she stands up and leaves the room. 00:17:43.280 --> 00:17:48.049 The Foundation plans to detain her and investigate her story further, to try and get to the heart 00:17:48.049 --> 00:17:49.049 of the truth. 00:17:49.049 --> 00:17:52.170 But the next day, they can't find her. 00:17:52.170 --> 00:17:58.150 As more days pass and they are unable to track her down, they come to a disquieting conclusion. 00:17:58.150 --> 00:18:04.230 According to all available information and legal documentation, Olivia Lee does not exist. 00:18:04.230 --> 00:18:08.600 Dr. Garrett insists that he spoke with her, and continues to review the transcript of 00:18:08.600 --> 00:18:10.230 their conversation. 00:18:10.230 --> 00:18:15.580 She remains clear as day in his memories, and in the minds of her family, but in reality, 00:18:15.580 --> 00:18:24.549 or, whatever the entity in the attic molded this reality into, she never existed at all. 00:18:24.549 --> 00:18:28.270 Check out the Dr. Bob Patreon and become a junior researcher today! 00:18:28.270 --> 00:18:34.200 Now go and watch another entry from the files of Dr. Bob, like SCP-1550 Dr. Wondertainment's 00:18:34.200 --> 00:18:35.130 Custom Pets.