WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.909 --> 00:00:04.759 It’s a beautiful morning in Hollywood and the agent is already chattering on his mobile 00:00:04.759 --> 00:00:07.269 phone as his limo pulls up to his office. 00:00:07.269 --> 00:00:12.019 He considers himself a power player in this town, where image is everything, so he’s 00:00:12.019 --> 00:00:13.900 never not talking on his mobile. 00:00:13.900 --> 00:00:17.880 It gives him an aura of importance, something that’s extremely important in a career where 00:00:17.880 --> 00:00:22.349 what people think you can do is often more important than what you can really do. 00:00:22.349 --> 00:00:26.199 He exits his limo, motioning dismissively for the driver to take it around to the garage, 00:00:26.199 --> 00:00:27.949 but he never stops talking. 00:00:27.949 --> 00:00:32.550 “Babe, babe, it’s like I told that director,” he says, barely noticing that he cuts off 00:00:32.550 --> 00:00:36.050 an arriving deliveryman as he sweeps through the doors of his office building. 00:00:36.050 --> 00:00:39.670 “If he wants you to be in his next movie, he’s going to have to treat you like the 00:00:39.670 --> 00:00:41.120 star that you are. 00:00:41.120 --> 00:00:42.149 Of course, I said that. 00:00:42.149 --> 00:00:43.539 I’ve got your back, don’t I? 00:00:43.539 --> 00:00:44.960 Who loves you, babe? 00:00:44.960 --> 00:00:47.320 Hold on a sec, I have to take another call.” 00:00:47.320 --> 00:00:51.750 The agent lowers his sunglasses to peer at the caller ID and smiles broadly. 00:00:51.750 --> 00:00:53.860 His favorite client is calling. 00:00:53.860 --> 00:00:57.840 He switches lines quickly with an expert flick of the thumb and immediately starts talking 00:00:57.840 --> 00:01:01.360 to this new client as if he never even broke conversation. 00:01:01.360 --> 00:01:05.530 The truth is that this agent is struggling to survive in the shark-eat-shark waters of 00:01:05.530 --> 00:01:09.820 Hollywood; he’s losing clients left and right because he’s actually not all that 00:01:09.820 --> 00:01:11.380 good at making deals. 00:01:11.380 --> 00:01:15.500 His fast talk is good at convincing naïve young actors just arriving in town that he’s 00:01:15.500 --> 00:01:19.470 the guy to know, the guy who has all the connections that can get them into the movies, but the 00:01:19.470 --> 00:01:22.720 truth is that he’s little more than a huckster. 00:01:22.720 --> 00:01:25.250 He's confident that’s going to change very soon. 00:01:25.250 --> 00:01:29.200 The actor that he’s speaking with right now is a hot commodity in this town and he’s 00:01:29.200 --> 00:01:31.580 sure that his career is about to go through the roof. 00:01:31.580 --> 00:01:35.340 And that means big bucks for the savvy agent who snatched him up right when he stepped 00:01:35.340 --> 00:01:37.480 off the bus into town! 00:01:37.480 --> 00:01:41.590 As he opens the door to his outer office, he barely even pays any mind to his secretary, 00:01:41.590 --> 00:01:45.220 who is studiously transcribing yesterday’s meetings so that the agent can review them 00:01:45.220 --> 00:01:48.330 later, but she cringes as she catches sight of the agent. 00:01:48.330 --> 00:01:52.140 They say that you can judge a man’s character better by the way that he treats his employees 00:01:52.140 --> 00:01:56.060 than by the way he treats his friends and if the agent’s relationship with his secretary 00:01:56.060 --> 00:01:59.850 is any indication, this agent is not a very nice person at all. 00:01:59.850 --> 00:02:03.940 She’s used to being berated for every little mistake, even when it’s not her fault, to 00:02:03.940 --> 00:02:08.880 the point that she starts to sweat and shake as soon as she sees her tyrannical boss arrive. 00:02:08.880 --> 00:02:12.890 She heaves an audible sigh of relief as the agent passes by her without a word, but her 00:02:12.890 --> 00:02:15.400 feelings are premature. 00:02:15.400 --> 00:02:18.940 Before the agent enters his inner office, the client whom he’s speaking with drops 00:02:18.940 --> 00:02:20.030 a bombshell. 00:02:20.030 --> 00:02:23.840 “What’s that?” says the agent, stopping dead in his tracks and the color draining 00:02:23.840 --> 00:02:24.950 from his face. 00:02:24.950 --> 00:02:25.980 “You’re leaving me? 00:02:25.980 --> 00:02:27.540 You’re signing with a different agent? 00:02:27.540 --> 00:02:29.090 Babe, come on, you can’t do this to me! 00:02:29.090 --> 00:02:30.090 I need you… 00:02:30.090 --> 00:02:32.150 I mean, I was going to make you a star! 00:02:32.150 --> 00:02:33.310 You can’t do this to me!” 00:02:33.310 --> 00:02:37.450 Furious, the agent screams as he throws his phone at the wall in impotent rage. 00:02:37.450 --> 00:02:41.510 The cellphone shatters into a million pieces, broken bits of casing and bent microchips 00:02:41.510 --> 00:02:42.680 littering the carpet. 00:02:42.680 --> 00:02:47.200 He turns toward his secretary with a snarl on his face and points an accusatory finger 00:02:47.200 --> 00:02:48.200 at her. 00:02:48.200 --> 00:02:49.550 “What did you tell him?” he shouts. 00:02:49.550 --> 00:02:52.370 “Did you tell him he could get a bigger percentage with another agent? 00:02:52.370 --> 00:02:53.370 You did, didn’t you? 00:02:53.370 --> 00:02:56.790 I always tell you not to talk to the clients, but you can’t keep your big mouth shut!” 00:02:56.790 --> 00:03:00.540 The secretary tries to stammer out a defense, but she’s too nervous. 00:03:00.540 --> 00:03:03.610 Before she can say anything, the agent turns away from her, still fuming. 00:03:03.610 --> 00:03:07.930 “I’m going to take a coffee to get over this,” he grouses, removing his extremely 00:03:07.930 --> 00:03:10.700 fashionable sunglasses and rubbing his forehead in frustration. 00:03:10.700 --> 00:03:13.620 “When I get back, that mess better be cleaned up. 00:03:13.620 --> 00:03:17.590 Oh, and make yourself useful for once and get me a replacement phone.” 00:03:17.590 --> 00:03:21.870 The secretary doesn’t waste anytime in grabbing a dustpan and broom from the supply closet 00:03:21.870 --> 00:03:24.200 and cleaning up the destroyed cellphone. 00:03:24.200 --> 00:03:27.471 She knows her boss is in a terrible mood and she’s worried that he’s not going to be 00:03:27.471 --> 00:03:28.980 much better when he returns. 00:03:28.980 --> 00:03:32.380 And then he’s probably going to just yell at her some more! 00:03:32.380 --> 00:03:35.770 She needs to move fast, because she knows the agent won’t be gone long. 00:03:35.770 --> 00:03:38.850 And even though it’s obviously completely ridiculous to expect that she’ll be able 00:03:38.850 --> 00:03:43.010 to find and buy a new cellphone for him in the few minutes that he’s gone, she’s 00:03:43.010 --> 00:03:45.900 sure that he’ll still take out his frustrations on her. 00:03:45.900 --> 00:03:50.350 Moments later, the agent returns, still grumbling to himself and clutching a hot coffee in his 00:03:50.350 --> 00:03:51.350 hands. 00:03:51.350 --> 00:03:52.630 He glowers at her over his sunglasses. 00:03:52.630 --> 00:03:54.599 “I see you’re still sweeping up, huh? 00:03:54.599 --> 00:03:55.750 God, you’re so slow. 00:03:55.750 --> 00:03:57.450 And did you even get me a new phone yet? 00:03:57.450 --> 00:04:01.210 I can’t be expected to do my job if my clients can’t reach me!” 00:04:01.210 --> 00:04:05.430 The secretary opens her mouth to respond, but, before she can say a word, they’re 00:04:05.430 --> 00:04:07.770 interrupted by the ringing of a telephone. 00:04:07.770 --> 00:04:10.780 Both agent and secretary turn to look at the source of the noise. 00:04:10.780 --> 00:04:14.910 There, on the edge of the secretary’s desk, is an ancient cordless telephone. 00:04:14.910 --> 00:04:19.540 It doesn’t look anything like the slick modern phones currently being sold in stores; 00:04:19.540 --> 00:04:23.530 it looks like it’s a leftover from the early 2000s, so low-tech that it might as well be 00:04:23.530 --> 00:04:25.180 a rotary phone. 00:04:25.180 --> 00:04:26.180 The agent sneers. 00:04:26.180 --> 00:04:27.870 “That’s the best you could do? 00:04:27.870 --> 00:04:28.870 That thing is ancient! 00:04:28.870 --> 00:04:31.840 I’m not going to use a cordless phone; I said I wanted a cellphone. 00:04:31.840 --> 00:04:33.740 What kind of joke is this?” 00:04:33.740 --> 00:04:35.669 The secretary doesn’t know what to say. 00:04:35.669 --> 00:04:36.820 She didn’t buy that phone. 00:04:36.820 --> 00:04:39.880 She’s pretty sure, in fact, that she’s never seen it before. 00:04:39.880 --> 00:04:43.171 The maintenance staff must have replaced her phone overnight and she just didn’t notice 00:04:43.171 --> 00:04:45.360 it because they haven’t received any phone calls today. 00:04:45.360 --> 00:04:50.110 But wait a minute… she sees that her regular black telephone is also still on her desk. 00:04:50.110 --> 00:04:53.030 In this case, maybe the new phone IS intended for her boss. 00:04:53.030 --> 00:04:54.030 The agent takes a long, deliberate sip of his coffee. 00:04:54.030 --> 00:04:55.030 If the phone is his, he should really answer it. 00:04:55.030 --> 00:04:56.030 It’s not good manners to keep his clients waiting. 00:04:56.030 --> 00:04:57.030 Maybe his favorite client realized what a big mistake he was making in switching agents 00:04:57.030 --> 00:04:58.030 and is now calling to beg the agent to take him back? 00:04:58.030 --> 00:04:59.030 If so, the agent thinks, I need to let him sweat a little. 00:04:59.030 --> 00:05:00.030 Got to remind this guy that I’m an important wheel in this town, not some clown he’s 00:05:00.030 --> 00:05:01.030 going to rush to pick up the phone every time he calls. 00:05:01.030 --> 00:05:02.030 In fact, it would probably be best if he made his secretary answer… just to emphasize 00:05:02.030 --> 00:05:03.030 how little this client’s business really means to a Hollywood power player like him! 00:05:03.030 --> 00:05:04.030 “Well? 00:05:04.030 --> 00:05:05.030 Aren’t you going to answer it?” asks the agent pointedly as the telephone continues 00:05:05.030 --> 00:05:06.030 to ring. 00:05:06.030 --> 00:05:07.030 “Um… yes… yes, sir,” says the secretary nervously. 00:05:07.030 --> 00:05:08.030 She grabs the phone and picks it up. 00:05:08.030 --> 00:05:10.030 She vaguely notes that something feels wrong as she hefts the phone in her hand; her eyes 00:05:10.030 --> 00:05:14.120 randomly trail along the contours of the phone, noting that the seams of the phone seem to 00:05:14.120 --> 00:05:15.480 have been welded together. 00:05:15.480 --> 00:05:16.480 Huh. 00:05:16.480 --> 00:05:17.480 That’s strange! 00:05:17.480 --> 00:05:21.340 But she doesn’t have the time to ponder this for long, because she’s got to answer 00:05:21.340 --> 00:05:24.130 the phone quickly while her boss glowers at her. 00:05:24.130 --> 00:05:26.940 She holds it to her ear as the agent watches, a grin on his face. 00:05:26.940 --> 00:05:30.440 He can’t wait to hear how upset the client will be to find out that he’s no longer 00:05:30.440 --> 00:05:32.400 getting the agent’s personal attention. 00:05:32.400 --> 00:05:36.010 The secretary introduces herself and states the name of the talent agency. 00:05:36.010 --> 00:05:37.260 “How can I help you?” 00:05:37.260 --> 00:05:38.320 she asks. 00:05:38.320 --> 00:05:43.050 Her face quickly goes pale and she starts to tremble, tears welling up in her eyes. 00:05:43.050 --> 00:05:44.050 “What? 00:05:44.050 --> 00:05:45.050 Who is this?” 00:05:45.050 --> 00:05:46.050 she cries. 00:05:46.050 --> 00:05:47.050 “What’s going on? 00:05:47.050 --> 00:05:48.050 Oh my God! 00:05:48.050 --> 00:05:49.520 Are you… are you… is that…” 00:05:49.520 --> 00:05:51.370 The agent quirks an eyebrow skeptically. 00:05:51.370 --> 00:05:52.630 What’s going on here? 00:05:52.630 --> 00:05:54.270 Is this some kind of prank? 00:05:54.270 --> 00:05:57.340 The voice on the other end of the phone is loud – he can’t make out the words, but 00:05:57.340 --> 00:05:59.720 it almost sounds like someone is shouting hysterically. 00:05:59.720 --> 00:06:04.240 He can hear other loud noises coming over the wire – crashes and shouts and a loud 00:06:04.240 --> 00:06:07.110 buzzing that almost sounds like the revving of a chainsaw. 00:06:07.110 --> 00:06:11.669 Meanwhile, what the secretary hears chills her to her core. 00:06:11.669 --> 00:06:15.900 The voice on the other end of the phone is shouting and panicked; it’s a woman, but 00:06:15.900 --> 00:06:19.560 the secretary can barely hear her over the noises in the background. 00:06:19.560 --> 00:06:22.390 She heard the ominous clank of machinery and the crackle of fire. 00:06:22.390 --> 00:06:23.949 What is going on? 00:06:23.949 --> 00:06:25.780 “They’re torturing us!” 00:06:25.780 --> 00:06:31.060 cries the woman on the phone, her voice cracking as she descends into frantic sobs. 00:06:31.060 --> 00:06:36.467 “Please… you have to do something… you have to save us! 00:06:36.467 --> 00:06:37.467 Oh God… 00:06:37.467 --> 00:06:38.467 here they come… help please…” 00:06:38.467 --> 00:06:39.467 The secretary doesn’t know what to think, but she can tell that the fear in the woman’s 00:06:39.467 --> 00:06:40.890 voice is very real. 00:06:40.890 --> 00:06:45.290 The secretary can hear scream and shouts in the background and her mind is instantly filled 00:06:45.290 --> 00:06:47.580 with visions of the most horrendous sorts of torment. 00:06:47.580 --> 00:06:52.830 She thinks of innocent victims mowed down with machine gun fire or garroted with wire 00:06:52.830 --> 00:06:56.680 or even subjected to the most insidious of medieval torture devices, like the rack or 00:06:56.680 --> 00:06:58.520 the breaking wheel. 00:06:58.520 --> 00:07:02.300 She imagines a whole facility dedicated to nothing but the senseless torture of innocent 00:07:02.300 --> 00:07:07.310 victims for no conceivable purpose, except perhaps the sick curiosity of the psychopathic 00:07:07.310 --> 00:07:09.180 torturers themselves. 00:07:09.180 --> 00:07:12.660 She shakes her head, desperately trying to clear the awful images from her mind. 00:07:12.660 --> 00:07:16.370 “I’m sorry, where are you?” says the secretary hurriedly. 00:07:16.370 --> 00:07:20.080 She blunders at the drawer on her desk, pulling it open and desperately searching for a pen 00:07:20.080 --> 00:07:23.040 and paper, hoping that the frightened woman on the other end of the phone might still 00:07:23.040 --> 00:07:25.650 have the presence of mind to tell her an address. 00:07:25.650 --> 00:07:29.620 Maybe, if she can figure out where this is happening, she can call 911 and have them 00:07:29.620 --> 00:07:31.020 send the police to investigate. 00:07:31.020 --> 00:07:35.211 From the sounds of things, they’ll need to send some paramedics as well… and, as 00:07:35.211 --> 00:07:39.570 much as she hates to think about it, they’ll probably need to send some hearses too. 00:07:39.570 --> 00:07:42.500 Her fingers fall upon a pen and pull it from the drawer. 00:07:42.500 --> 00:07:46.240 She clamps the phone between her chin and shoulder and grabs a steno pad, ready to scribble 00:07:46.240 --> 00:07:48.410 down any info that she can get. 00:07:48.410 --> 00:07:51.729 Her boss is staring at her, an amused smirk across his face. 00:07:51.729 --> 00:07:56.509 He clearly thinks that his silly secretary is just overreacting to nothing, but he can’t 00:07:56.509 --> 00:07:59.880 hear the woman’s voice, he can’t know the depth of her terror! 00:07:59.880 --> 00:08:01.639 “Please, tell me where you are!” 00:08:01.639 --> 00:08:02.639 begs the secretary. 00:08:02.639 --> 00:08:06.500 Her fingers are trembling so hard that the pen leaves a squiggly line on the paper. 00:08:06.500 --> 00:08:10.900 But the voice on the other end of the phone is barely coherent now, all her words degenerating 00:08:10.900 --> 00:08:14.280 into a long, drawn-out scream of absolute gargling terror. 00:08:14.280 --> 00:08:18.160 “Okay, that’s enough of that,” says the agent, crossing his arms across his chin 00:08:18.160 --> 00:08:21.590 and regarding his shaking secretary with deep and obvious skepticism. 00:08:21.590 --> 00:08:23.280 “You think this impresses me? 00:08:23.280 --> 00:08:26.010 I’ve seen better acting in an elementary school play!” 00:08:26.010 --> 00:08:27.211 Of course, he would immediately think this. 00:08:27.211 --> 00:08:31.840 This is Hollywood, after all, and everyone has Hollywood dreams of someday being in a 00:08:31.840 --> 00:08:32.840 movie. 00:08:32.840 --> 00:08:37.860 Every waiter and bus driver by day is a frustrated actor by night, so, even though his secretary 00:08:37.860 --> 00:08:41.979 has never before expressed any interest in becoming a movie star, he of course suspects 00:08:41.979 --> 00:08:45.339 that this is an elaborate set-up to convince him of her acting talents. 00:08:45.339 --> 00:08:50.079 She turns to look at him and one look at her pale face is enough to convince him that she’s 00:08:50.079 --> 00:08:51.689 not acting at all. 00:08:51.689 --> 00:08:55.410 Her face is ghostly white and she’s shaking like a leaf; she looks might she might simply 00:08:55.410 --> 00:08:57.399 faint right here from fright! 00:08:57.399 --> 00:09:00.240 Now the agent’s smug annoyance turns to anger. 00:09:00.240 --> 00:09:03.899 Maybe his secretary isn’t trying to fool him, but someone on the phone sure is. 00:09:03.899 --> 00:09:07.800 It must be some kind of prank call and his secretary is simply the one person in Hollywood 00:09:07.800 --> 00:09:09.309 dumb enough to fall for it. 00:09:09.309 --> 00:09:10.869 “There’s someone in trouble!” 00:09:10.869 --> 00:09:13.100 cries the secretary, dropping the phone from her ear. 00:09:13.100 --> 00:09:14.360 “She says that they’re being tortured! 00:09:14.360 --> 00:09:15.800 We need to get them help!” 00:09:15.800 --> 00:09:17.350 The agent rolls his eyes. 00:09:17.350 --> 00:09:18.519 Of course, it would be a prank call! 00:09:18.519 --> 00:09:22.119 He can’t believe that his stupid secretary is actually taking this seriously! 00:09:22.119 --> 00:09:26.259 “Kid, you have a lot to learn about Hollywood,” He snaps his fingers in her face. 00:09:26.259 --> 00:09:29.069 “It’s clearly just some random loon trying to trick you. 00:09:29.069 --> 00:09:30.149 Hand over the phone, doll. 00:09:30.149 --> 00:09:31.379 I’ll handle this.” 00:09:31.379 --> 00:09:34.619 “It’s not fake,” babbles the secretary in a daze. 00:09:34.619 --> 00:09:37.179 “I’m sure of it… it’s real.” 00:09:37.179 --> 00:09:41.759 She hesitates, afraid to hand off the phone for reasons that not even she can articulate. 00:09:41.759 --> 00:09:44.860 The agent grunts in annoyance, snatching the phone from her hands. 00:09:44.860 --> 00:09:46.139 “Nothing’s real here, kid. 00:09:46.139 --> 00:09:47.889 It’s all just smoke and mirrors. 00:09:47.889 --> 00:09:50.829 Maybe if you weren’t so stupid, you’d already have figured that out!” 00:09:50.829 --> 00:09:55.939 The secretary turns away, devastated by the insult, and buries her face in her hands. 00:09:55.939 --> 00:09:58.490 The agent, meanwhile, holds the phone to his ear. 00:09:58.490 --> 00:10:02.800 “Listen, punk, I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m a big deal and—” 00:10:02.800 --> 00:10:07.050 His words suddenly cut off and the secretary turns as she hears the cardboard coffee cup 00:10:07.050 --> 00:10:09.149 explode against the floor. 00:10:09.149 --> 00:10:11.309 The agent is nowhere to be seen! 00:10:11.309 --> 00:10:14.250 It’s like he suddenly vanished in an instant. 00:10:14.250 --> 00:10:16.420 She blinks in surprise and confusion. 00:10:16.420 --> 00:10:19.660 It happened so suddenly that there’s no way that the agent stepped outside without 00:10:19.660 --> 00:10:20.950 her knowing. 00:10:20.950 --> 00:10:24.879 The dropped coffee cup on the floor serves as chilling proof that something extraordinary 00:10:24.879 --> 00:10:26.829 must have happened to him. 00:10:26.829 --> 00:10:30.990 The other thing left behind, sitting in an ever-expanding puddle of spilled coffee, is 00:10:30.990 --> 00:10:32.730 the mysterious telephone. 00:10:32.730 --> 00:10:37.110 She stares at it in disbelief, wondering how this strange phone can be responsible for 00:10:37.110 --> 00:10:38.360 this crazy situation. 00:10:38.360 --> 00:10:43.459 And then, even as she stares trying to make sense of what just happened, the phone immediately 00:10:43.459 --> 00:10:46.160 begins to ring anew. 00:10:46.160 --> 00:10:50.160 Answering a ringing telephone is an almost instinctive response for most of us. 00:10:50.160 --> 00:10:54.850 But if anything, this situation shows why sometimes it might be a good idea to resist 00:10:54.850 --> 00:10:55.850 that urge. 00:10:55.850 --> 00:10:59.050 After all, you never know who might be on the other end. 00:10:59.050 --> 00:11:02.829 And while usually the worst consequence of answering an unknown caller is that you’ll 00:11:02.829 --> 00:11:07.589 be subjected to a lengthy and boring pitch for life insurance or solicitations for political 00:11:07.589 --> 00:11:12.350 donations, this story shows that there are some things much worse than a spam caller. 00:11:12.350 --> 00:11:17.509 Instead, you might be receiving a call from SCP-145. 00:11:17.509 --> 00:11:23.249 For all intents and purposes, SCP-145 appears to be a standard 2002-model cordless telephone 00:11:23.249 --> 00:11:27.439 handset of Alcatel brand on its standard issue charging base. 00:11:27.439 --> 00:11:31.329 The charging base has been defaced, the jack inputs are sealed with resin glue, and the 00:11:31.329 --> 00:11:34.939 power input to the device has been torn out with a sharp tool. 00:11:34.939 --> 00:11:38.740 All labels and stickers have been torn off the phone, so its serial number and production 00:11:38.740 --> 00:11:40.189 date are unknown. 00:11:40.189 --> 00:11:44.319 None of this would make SCP-145 particularly notable. 00:11:44.319 --> 00:11:49.730 What makes SCP-145 unusual is that the phone rings constantly, defying all attempts to 00:11:49.730 --> 00:11:50.750 silence it. 00:11:50.750 --> 00:11:54.579 Neither removing the phone’s battery nor disassembling the base has had any effect 00:11:54.579 --> 00:11:58.259 on stopping SCP-145’s incessant ringing. 00:11:58.259 --> 00:12:01.360 The only thing that can stop the ringing… is to answer the phone. 00:12:01.360 --> 00:12:06.089 But, as foundation agents soon learned, answering the phone is literally the last thing you 00:12:06.089 --> 00:12:09.999 want to do when SCP-145 is around. 00:12:09.999 --> 00:12:15.309 Agents assigned to interacting with SCP-145 must always do so in pairs for very important 00:12:15.309 --> 00:12:16.309 safety reasons. 00:12:16.309 --> 00:12:21.660 Because if a person answers SCP-145 without being observed by another live human being, 00:12:21.660 --> 00:12:25.339 the person answering the phone will instantly vanish. 00:12:25.339 --> 00:12:30.569 It is currently unknown how SCP-145 causes its victims to vanish; video recordings of 00:12:30.569 --> 00:12:34.910 vanishings do not provide any clarity, only showing that the victim is there in one frame 00:12:34.910 --> 00:12:36.299 and gone in the next. 00:12:36.299 --> 00:12:40.189 If a person answers the phone while being observed by another person, however, they 00:12:40.189 --> 00:12:44.670 will not vanish and can actually have a conversation, of sorts, with whoever is calling. 00:12:44.670 --> 00:12:49.509 The person on the other end of the phone varies from call to call, but is always one of several 00:12:49.509 --> 00:12:51.310 different female voices. 00:12:51.310 --> 00:12:55.249 This voice will beg for help in a panicked tone as the sounds of violence and torture 00:12:55.249 --> 00:12:57.300 play out in the background. 00:12:57.300 --> 00:13:01.290 The methods of torture, judging from words of the caller and the sounds in the background, 00:13:01.290 --> 00:13:06.720 have included branding, electrocution, laceration and many other gruesome acts of violence. 00:13:06.720 --> 00:13:10.929 It’s currently unknown where the voice is calling from or who is responsible for the 00:13:10.929 --> 00:13:14.959 horrible tortures happening at that site, but conversations with the phone voice give 00:13:14.959 --> 00:13:21.639 a grisly clue as to the fate of the people who vanish after answering SCP-145 while unsupervised. 00:13:21.639 --> 00:13:25.649 It appears that those vanished individuals are transported to the site from which the 00:13:25.649 --> 00:13:29.910 phone calls originate and added to the roster of victims undergoing torture at the hands 00:13:29.910 --> 00:13:32.120 of the unknown tormentors. 00:13:32.120 --> 00:13:35.809 The callers appear to be non-automated and entirely sentient. 00:13:35.809 --> 00:13:39.470 Attempts to trace the call or track down the location of the tortured callers have proven 00:13:39.470 --> 00:13:41.360 unsuccessful thus far. 00:13:41.360 --> 00:13:44.910 Attempts to block the signal of the phone with the use of a Faraday cage have also been 00:13:44.910 --> 00:13:45.910 unsuccessful. 00:13:45.910 --> 00:13:51.720 Since SCP-145 is pretty much just a telephone, it has been given the object class Euclid. 00:13:51.720 --> 00:13:56.749 Since the location of SCP-145’s victims is currently unknown, the only way to travel 00:13:56.749 --> 00:14:01.070 to it is to join the roster of victims – by using SCP-145. 00:14:01.070 --> 00:14:07.350 Currently, the foundation conducts research into SCP-145 by using teams of three – one 00:14:07.350 --> 00:14:13.760 class D staff, one Class 2/145 audio technician, and one Class 3 security staff. 00:14:13.760 --> 00:14:19.829 Only Class D staff are permitted to actually listen to SCP-145 as, without fail, unsupervised 00:14:19.829 --> 00:14:24.790 exposure to SCP-145’s transmissions will cause the listener to vanish and join a growing 00:14:24.790 --> 00:14:28.449 list of SCP-145’s torture victims. 00:14:28.449 --> 00:14:32.829 Listening to the pleas of SCP-145’s victims is a harrowing experience for even the most 00:14:32.829 --> 00:14:37.429 jaded researchers, such that the foundation has been moved to try several rescue attempts, 00:14:37.429 --> 00:14:41.379 even when these might not have been the best advised plans. 00:14:41.379 --> 00:14:43.769 None of these attempts has of yet been successful. 00:14:43.769 --> 00:14:49.529 In one instance, the Class D personal tasked with answering SCP-145 was issued a GPS Locator 00:14:49.529 --> 00:14:53.230 Device, in hopes that it might give foundation agents a clue about where the victims were 00:14:53.230 --> 00:14:54.720 being held. 00:14:54.720 --> 00:14:58.509 The GPS device was rendered inactive upon the victim’s disappearance. 00:14:58.509 --> 00:15:02.649 On another occasion, a researcher equipped the Class D listener with both a GPS device 00:15:02.649 --> 00:15:04.389 and a military combat knife. 00:15:04.389 --> 00:15:10.269 Once again, the GPS device was rendered inactive and subsequent calls by SCP-145 seemed to 00:15:10.269 --> 00:15:14.730 indicate that the missing Class D staff attempted and failed to use the knife in defense. 00:15:14.730 --> 00:15:18.839 A third rescue attempt involved equipping the Class D staff with both a Kevlar vest 00:15:18.839 --> 00:15:21.769 and a 9mm semi-automatic pistol. 00:15:21.769 --> 00:15:26.459 Subsequent listens to SCP-145 revealed the sound of gunshots, followed by exclamations 00:15:26.459 --> 00:15:31.009 of pain from the vanished Class D staff person – indicating that perhaps the unknown tormentors 00:15:31.009 --> 00:15:35.939 had managed to disarm the Class D staff person and use his own weapon against him. 00:15:35.939 --> 00:15:40.119 In one final rescue attempt, researchers thought that possibly explosives could be used both 00:15:40.119 --> 00:15:44.579 to attack the mysterious tormentors and to reveal the location of the torture site – if 00:15:44.579 --> 00:15:48.799 nothing else, a massive mysterious explosion might appear on seismographic instruments 00:15:48.799 --> 00:15:51.279 or even local news reports. 00:15:51.279 --> 00:15:55.230 Researchers equipped a Class D staff person with one kilogram of C4 explosive concealed 00:15:55.230 --> 00:15:59.839 in a supply kit, with the explosive attached to a remote trigger with a 30-second delay, 00:15:59.839 --> 00:16:03.169 triggered before interaction with SCP-145. 00:16:03.169 --> 00:16:06.980 The results of this experiment are currently classified, but involved multiple personal 00:16:06.980 --> 00:16:11.399 going missing, so suffice to say it wasn’t the rousing success that foundation staff 00:16:11.399 --> 00:16:13.350 had been hoping for. 00:16:13.350 --> 00:16:18.779 Following this incident, all further tests on SCP-145 have been suspended. 00:16:18.779 --> 00:16:22.179 What is SCP-145 and why was it created? 00:16:22.179 --> 00:16:26.519 What cruel yet ingenious mind could devise something so cunning only to be used for the 00:16:26.519 --> 00:16:29.190 senseless torment of random people? 00:16:29.190 --> 00:16:33.290 Foundation researchers still don’t know the answer, only that SCP-145 might serve 00:16:33.290 --> 00:16:38.059 as yet more evidence for the boundless depths of human cruelty, if, in fact, it was even 00:16:38.059 --> 00:16:40.369 created by humans. 00:16:40.369 --> 00:16:45.269 Now go and watch another entry from the files of Dr. Bob, like SCP-923, for another tale 00:16:45.269 --> 00:16:46.889 of a piece of evil technology. 00:16:46.889 --> 00:16:51.319 And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications, so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we 00:16:51.319 --> 00:16:53.489 delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.