WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.749 --> 00:00:06.640 As night falls, everything sinks into a soft, blue darkness under a blanket of twinkling 00:00:06.640 --> 00:00:07.640 stars. 00:00:07.640 --> 00:00:13.450 In a nice, cosy home, in a normal quiet suburb, a sweet little boy is being read a bedtime 00:00:13.450 --> 00:00:14.840 story by his mother. 00:00:14.840 --> 00:00:20.050 It’s a classic: Little Red Riding Hood, the story of a little girl traveling through 00:00:20.050 --> 00:00:24.449 the woods to her grandmother’s house, only to be set upon by the big, bad wolf. 00:00:24.449 --> 00:00:29.490 A tale as old as time, with an important message for people of all ages. 00:00:29.490 --> 00:00:34.690 We should fear what lurks in the dark, since what is there is often waiting and watching 00:00:34.690 --> 00:00:36.800 with hungry eyes. 00:00:36.800 --> 00:00:41.270 As the boy lays in bed, clutching the top of his blanket, his mother continues telling 00:00:41.270 --> 00:00:42.270 him the tale. 00:00:42.270 --> 00:00:46.989 She describes the tiny girl in the red hood, holding a little wicker basket, stumbling 00:00:46.989 --> 00:00:48.289 through the dark. 00:00:48.289 --> 00:00:53.579 The wolf, with its big, hungry eyes, weaves through the darkness of the trees, following 00:00:53.579 --> 00:00:55.270 her every move. 00:00:55.270 --> 00:00:59.240 The little boy can barely contain his fear when Little Red Riding Hood opens the door 00:00:59.240 --> 00:01:04.019 to her grandmother’s old cottage and creeps inside, where she realizes that something 00:01:04.019 --> 00:01:05.900 is very wrong. 00:01:05.900 --> 00:01:07.810 Her grandmother looks… 00:01:07.810 --> 00:01:08.890 different. 00:01:08.890 --> 00:01:10.300 Those great, big eyes. 00:01:10.300 --> 00:01:13.000 That twitching, wet, black nose. 00:01:13.000 --> 00:01:16.250 Those huge, terrible teeth, dripping with saliva. 00:01:16.250 --> 00:01:20.270 “All the better to eat you with, my dear…” 00:01:20.270 --> 00:01:24.470 His mother senses that her son isn’t taking this well and notices that he’s shuddering 00:01:24.470 --> 00:01:26.040 underneath the blankets. 00:01:26.040 --> 00:01:30.980 She closes the book, smiles, and insists that the story has a happy ending. 00:01:30.980 --> 00:01:34.820 This does nothing to ease the growing specter of fear stretching out over the boy. 00:01:34.820 --> 00:01:40.030 Could the big bad wolf be waiting outside his window, watching him with those red, ravenous, 00:01:40.030 --> 00:01:41.030 eyes? 00:01:41.030 --> 00:01:43.840 Would the window really keep such a monster at bay? 00:01:43.840 --> 00:01:45.880 He doesn’t feel so sure… 00:01:45.880 --> 00:01:49.770 The little boy’s mother kisses him on the forehead and tells him that if he needs anything, 00:01:49.770 --> 00:01:51.680 she and his father are just down the hall. 00:01:51.680 --> 00:01:55.960 He’s been having nightmares lately, but that’s all they are. 00:01:55.960 --> 00:01:56.960 Nightmares. 00:01:56.960 --> 00:01:57.960 All in his head. 00:01:57.960 --> 00:01:59.869 Nothing in there could actually hurt him. 00:01:59.869 --> 00:02:04.670 He’s alone now, shivering in bed, trying to focus on the light of his tiny night light 00:02:04.670 --> 00:02:10.129 plugged into his wall, a little glowing friend that will watch over him and keep him safe. 00:02:10.129 --> 00:02:13.090 His mom and dad got it for him when he told them he was afraid of the dark. 00:02:13.090 --> 00:02:16.830 But there’s still a lot more dark in this room than light. 00:02:16.830 --> 00:02:21.220 His closet door suddenly creaks open and he bites his tongue to stifle a scream. 00:02:21.220 --> 00:02:25.481 It’s an old door, it opens by itself sometimes, “there’s nothing to worry about, nothing 00:02:25.481 --> 00:02:26.481 to worry about at all.” 00:02:26.481 --> 00:02:30.420 It’s a mantra his parents had drilled into him on prior instances when this door had 00:02:30.420 --> 00:02:32.150 creaked open. 00:02:32.150 --> 00:02:35.170 Even in the dark, the little boy can make out something. 00:02:35.170 --> 00:02:40.930 It looks like one of the many other shadows created by his night light, but it’s different. 00:02:40.930 --> 00:02:45.489 Something darker than the dark, and it’s moving, sliding out of his closet. 00:02:45.489 --> 00:02:48.690 A fog shaped like some unknowable creature. 00:02:48.690 --> 00:02:52.200 “There’s nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about at all,” he tells himself 00:02:52.200 --> 00:02:54.300 over and over again. 00:02:54.300 --> 00:02:59.269 The fog leaves the closet entirely and it starts getting closer to the boy’s bed. 00:02:59.269 --> 00:03:03.660 As it rises up from the floor the boy can see something in the fog. 00:03:03.660 --> 00:03:04.959 He can see eyes. 00:03:04.959 --> 00:03:08.350 Big, glowing, hungry eyes. 00:03:08.350 --> 00:03:13.220 Like the eyes of a big, bad wolf, ready to eat him alive. 00:03:13.220 --> 00:03:16.560 He opens his mouth to scream, but only a yawn comes out. 00:03:16.560 --> 00:03:21.019 He wants to get up and run to his parents’ room down the hall, but his body feels so 00:03:21.019 --> 00:03:24.100 heavy, his movements so slow and sluggish. 00:03:24.100 --> 00:03:28.870 He can’t move and the eyes of the monster made of dark keep getting closer. 00:03:28.870 --> 00:03:32.230 “There’s nothing to worry about, nothing to… 00:03:32.230 --> 00:03:33.230 Mom… 00:03:33.230 --> 00:03:34.230 Dad… 00:03:34.230 --> 00:03:36.620 Please, help me…” 00:03:36.620 --> 00:03:41.739 All he can do is think about screaming, not actually make any noise, as his eyes shut 00:03:41.739 --> 00:03:44.620 and he drifts off into the land of dreams… 00:03:44.620 --> 00:03:49.800 He opens his eyes to find that he’s standing in a dark and endless forest. 00:03:49.800 --> 00:03:53.950 The trees are tall, extending up into a black and starless sky. 00:03:53.950 --> 00:04:00.480 But there’s something wrong with them: Bodies, hundreds of them, old and dessicated, are 00:04:00.480 --> 00:04:05.560 speared onto their branches, their faces locked into what looks like permanent, silent screams. 00:04:05.560 --> 00:04:10.159 A thick, viscous black liquid drips from some of the bodies, pooling into what looks like 00:04:10.159 --> 00:04:12.069 puddles of tar around his feet. 00:04:12.069 --> 00:04:16.780 When he looks down, he sees that he’s wearing strange, old-fashioned clothes. 00:04:16.780 --> 00:04:18.610 His shirt is bright red. 00:04:18.610 --> 00:04:21.739 There’s a low, bassy growling behind him. 00:04:21.739 --> 00:04:23.120 Like thunder. 00:04:23.120 --> 00:04:25.460 Like a rumbling earthquake. 00:04:25.460 --> 00:04:27.280 Primal and deadly. 00:04:27.280 --> 00:04:30.240 He can feel it vibrating in his bones. 00:04:30.240 --> 00:04:35.080 Moving slowly, as though he was underwater, he turns and sees the beast looming behind 00:04:35.080 --> 00:04:36.080 him. 00:04:36.080 --> 00:04:42.030 A giant, wolf-like monster made from shadows, teeth cut from jagged black glass, eyes glowing 00:04:42.030 --> 00:04:43.030 and hungry. 00:04:43.030 --> 00:04:47.169 He’s never been so terrified in his life as he is right now, standing in front of this 00:04:47.169 --> 00:04:50.570 monster that seemed to be the literal embodiment of fear. 00:04:50.570 --> 00:04:53.460 The embodiment of deep, animal terror. 00:04:53.460 --> 00:04:58.310 The beast that haunts the dreams of every frightened boy and girl. 00:04:58.310 --> 00:05:01.030 It growls again and he begins to run. 00:05:01.030 --> 00:05:05.660 But it’s not real running, it’s dream running as if the gravity were too strong. 00:05:05.660 --> 00:05:08.480 Slow and cumbersome through the thick, confining air. 00:05:08.480 --> 00:05:13.400 He keeps pushing through the resistance all around him, but the wolf made of shadows can 00:05:13.400 --> 00:05:14.400 quickly. 00:05:14.400 --> 00:05:18.139 It weaves through the trees, it’s mouth dripping wet with hunger, its eyes emitting 00:05:18.139 --> 00:05:21.190 a dim glow like the night light back in his bedroom. 00:05:21.190 --> 00:05:26.570 He runs for what feels like hours, tears streaking down his cheeks, until finally, he can see 00:05:26.570 --> 00:05:30.860 salvation in the distance: A house standing in the middle of a clearing in the woods. 00:05:30.860 --> 00:05:34.440 But not just any house, it’s his house. 00:05:34.440 --> 00:05:37.660 In the logic of the dream, he knew that his mom and dad would be inside. 00:05:37.660 --> 00:05:38.660 They’d help him. 00:05:38.660 --> 00:05:40.150 They’d keep him safe from the monster. 00:05:40.150 --> 00:05:41.880 He just needs to get there. 00:05:41.880 --> 00:05:43.750 He just needs to survive. 00:05:43.750 --> 00:05:48.380 He finally reaches the front door and tries to open it but it’s locked, so he hammers 00:05:48.380 --> 00:05:52.030 his fists against the wood, screaming and crying for his parents. 00:05:52.030 --> 00:05:55.979 He looks over his shoulder and sees the shadow wolf charging towards him through the darkness 00:05:55.979 --> 00:06:01.120 of the woods, its huge dark feet hitting the ground with the speed and force of gunshots. 00:06:01.120 --> 00:06:03.819 Getting closer, and closer, and closer… 00:06:03.819 --> 00:06:08.560 With one final desperate pound of his fist, the door to his home finally swings open, 00:06:08.560 --> 00:06:10.410 and he falls through. 00:06:10.410 --> 00:06:15.740 The door closes behind him as he hits the floor and the sound of the wolf is gone. 00:06:15.740 --> 00:06:21.160 He gets up and looks out of a nearby window to see that there’s no forest outside, just 00:06:21.160 --> 00:06:24.259 his neighborhood again, underneath a starless sky. 00:06:24.259 --> 00:06:28.790 He looks down and sees he’s not wearing those strange, old-fashioned clothes anymore, 00:06:28.790 --> 00:06:31.440 just the same pyjamas he’d worn to bed. 00:06:31.440 --> 00:06:33.710 Are things back to normal now? 00:06:33.710 --> 00:06:35.889 Had it all been a dream? 00:06:35.889 --> 00:06:38.680 He tries a nearby light switch, but nothing happens. 00:06:38.680 --> 00:06:40.090 Still dark. 00:06:40.090 --> 00:06:45.460 That dread comes creeping back in, if it had been a dream, what did that make this? 00:06:45.460 --> 00:06:51.160 He starts making his way up the stairs, calling out to his mom and dad, but there’s no response. 00:06:51.160 --> 00:06:54.759 He climbs further, walking down the hallway towards their bedroom door. 00:06:54.759 --> 00:06:59.830 The hallway seems so much longer than he remembered it, but for some reason, he never stops to 00:06:59.830 --> 00:07:01.380 question the discrepancy. 00:07:01.380 --> 00:07:04.550 He just wants his mother and father. 00:07:04.550 --> 00:07:08.919 Not long after, the little boy reaches the door to his parents’ bedroom and opens it. 00:07:08.919 --> 00:07:13.690 The room is so dark, but he can make out their forms lying in the bed. 00:07:13.690 --> 00:07:17.930 He approaches, calling for them again, but there’s no response. 00:07:17.930 --> 00:07:23.599 Instead he just hears an awful wheezing sound - like air being let out of a balloon. 00:07:23.599 --> 00:07:28.551 When his eyes adjust to the dark, he sees that something is terribly wrong with both 00:07:28.551 --> 00:07:33.729 of his parents: They’re now old and thin, with sickly, yellowing skin hanging from their 00:07:33.729 --> 00:07:34.729 bones. 00:07:34.729 --> 00:07:39.139 Their eyes, milky with cataracts, are set deep in their jaundiced faces. 00:07:39.139 --> 00:07:41.830 The mere sight of them forces a gasp out of him. 00:07:41.830 --> 00:07:44.670 Their heads slowly turn with audible crunches. 00:07:44.670 --> 00:07:48.790 Their chests rise and fall in those same slow, mechanical exhalations. 00:07:48.790 --> 00:07:52.320 They both look like life hurts for them now. 00:07:52.320 --> 00:07:54.630 The little boy begins to cry. 00:07:54.630 --> 00:07:59.009 They beckon him closer, wanting to comfort him, but he’s too terrified of their appearance 00:07:59.009 --> 00:08:01.660 to take a single step towards them. 00:08:01.660 --> 00:08:06.849 His mother opens her thin-lipped mouth, revealing rotten teeth, and says… 00:08:06.849 --> 00:08:07.849 “Sweetheart… 00:08:07.849 --> 00:08:12.610 I’m so sorry, but mommy and daddy can’t take care of you anymore. 00:08:12.610 --> 00:08:16.930 We can’t even be here for much longer, we need to go. 00:08:16.930 --> 00:08:19.819 I’m sorry that we don’t have more time…” 00:08:19.819 --> 00:08:24.300 The little boy can see his parents ageing by the second, getting thinner and frailer 00:08:24.300 --> 00:08:26.440 and sicker right in front of him. 00:08:26.440 --> 00:08:31.270 His pity and fear outweighs his revulsion, and he steps forward to embrace them. 00:08:31.270 --> 00:08:33.690 They’re so terribly cold. 00:08:33.690 --> 00:08:38.219 He grips his mother’s hand, but he can feel the bones turning to dust inside her paper-thin 00:08:38.219 --> 00:08:39.219 skin. 00:08:39.219 --> 00:08:43.630 “It’s going to be okay, darling,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and brittle in 00:08:43.630 --> 00:08:45.010 her final moments. 00:08:45.010 --> 00:08:48.330 “Your grandmother will take care of you from now on…” 00:08:48.330 --> 00:08:51.140 That’s when he hears it behind him again. 00:08:51.140 --> 00:08:54.890 That terrible low rumble, the primal growl. 00:08:54.890 --> 00:09:01.360 As his parents both turn to dust in their bed, he turns and sees the monster, the same 00:09:01.360 --> 00:09:04.420 wolf made of shadows, filling up the doorway. 00:09:04.420 --> 00:09:09.950 It seems even bigger in here, bulging through the doorway, thick, black saliva dripping 00:09:09.950 --> 00:09:12.390 from its obsidian fangs. 00:09:12.390 --> 00:09:16.261 He tries to repeat that same mantra to himself, “There’s nothing to worry about, nothing 00:09:16.261 --> 00:09:17.460 to worry about at all.” 00:09:17.460 --> 00:09:23.340 But suddenly, he’s short of breath, as an immense, shadowy claw closes around his torso. 00:09:23.340 --> 00:09:27.019 It lifts him up off the ground, until he can feel the beast’s breath on his face. 00:09:27.019 --> 00:09:29.290 But it isn’t hot, like it should be. 00:09:29.290 --> 00:09:34.160 It’s freezing, like a gust of wind in the deep snow. 00:09:34.160 --> 00:09:40.140 With a deep, commanding voice, the monster says, “Only lucky children get to wake up 00:09:40.140 --> 00:09:42.660 from a dream like this. 00:09:42.660 --> 00:09:45.680 And not everyone can be lucky…” 00:09:45.680 --> 00:09:51.350 All he can do is scream when the wolf’s jaws close around his head, but not a soul 00:09:51.350 --> 00:09:52.480 can hear him. 00:09:52.480 --> 00:09:59.130 He’s swallowed up into the darkness of the monster, and soon, he’s nothing at all. 00:09:59.130 --> 00:10:04.010 In the waking world, the sun rises, morning birds caw and tweet. 00:10:04.010 --> 00:10:05.830 Alarms go off. 00:10:05.830 --> 00:10:09.899 But when the little boy’s mother checks his bed that morning, it’s empty. 00:10:09.899 --> 00:10:12.880 He’s vanished, without a trace. 00:10:12.880 --> 00:10:16.540 In the panic of the days, weeks, and months that follow, in the extensive search that 00:10:16.540 --> 00:10:20.390 turns up nothing, and that unlucky little boy was never seen again. 00:10:20.390 --> 00:10:26.140 It never even occurs to his parents to ask: “Did we leave that closet door open?” 00:10:26.140 --> 00:10:28.220 Did you suffer from bad dreams as a child? 00:10:28.220 --> 00:10:29.220 Night terrors? 00:10:29.220 --> 00:10:33.100 There’s no shame in it; it’s not an uncommon affliction, after all. 00:10:33.100 --> 00:10:37.140 Perhaps there’s a hazy, half-formed memory in your mind of waking up screaming when your 00:10:37.140 --> 00:10:41.329 parents’ turned on the lights, comforting you, telling you that it was just a bad dream 00:10:41.329 --> 00:10:43.080 and nothing more. 00:10:43.080 --> 00:10:45.410 But what if it wasn’t? 00:10:45.410 --> 00:10:49.250 What if it was SCP-080? 00:10:49.250 --> 00:10:53.860 This vaporous entity, nicknamed the “Dark Form” by some who have worked with it, is 00:10:53.860 --> 00:10:58.459 every child’s worst nightmare - And, if you give it a chance, every adult’s worst 00:10:58.459 --> 00:10:59.950 nightmare, too. 00:10:59.950 --> 00:11:04.830 That’s because this black, smoke-like figure has the anomalous ability to induce extreme 00:11:04.830 --> 00:11:08.930 drowsiness in anyone who spends more than half an hour near it in the dark. 00:11:08.930 --> 00:11:13.070 Shortly after falling asleep, if nobody comes in and rescues the victim by turning on the 00:11:13.070 --> 00:11:17.210 lights, they will experience the most horrible nightmares you can possibly imagine. 00:11:17.210 --> 00:11:22.450 So horrible, in fact, that those who have suffered these nightmares and survive often 00:11:22.450 --> 00:11:25.291 experience irreperable, lifelong psychological trauma. 00:11:25.291 --> 00:11:30.260 And in the grand scheme of things, those are still the lucky ones. 00:11:30.260 --> 00:11:34.980 If you’re unlucky, like the little boy who vanished from his bed, you’ll disappear 00:11:34.980 --> 00:11:39.750 forever - Consumed by SCP-080. 00:11:39.750 --> 00:11:44.240 The creature itself is difficult to properly see, due to its lack of consistent form and 00:11:44.240 --> 00:11:47.750 due to the fact that it only appears in the darkness, but those who have witnessed it 00:11:47.750 --> 00:11:53.220 can only seem to remember one key detail: Glowing eyes in the smoke. 00:11:53.220 --> 00:11:58.139 Because of its preference for dark places, SCP-080 often takes refuge in closets and 00:11:58.139 --> 00:12:01.290 under the bed, where it can vanish out of sight. 00:12:01.290 --> 00:12:06.250 Bright light automatically causes the creature to disappear and manifest elsewhere, and therefore, 00:12:06.250 --> 00:12:10.120 should you start feeling unusually drowsy in the dark, turning on the lights is the 00:12:10.120 --> 00:12:11.959 best thing to do. 00:12:11.959 --> 00:12:15.910 But these must be bright lights, the soft glow of a standard children’s night light 00:12:15.910 --> 00:12:19.040 is not powerful enough to ward off the creature. 00:12:19.040 --> 00:12:24.610 The SCP Foundation conducted a series of experiments, hoping to see whether SCP-080 had any kind 00:12:24.610 --> 00:12:29.460 of real physical body, and if it was possible for human beings to safely interact with it. 00:12:29.460 --> 00:12:33.870 In the first of these experiments, a 19-year-old male D-Class was sent into the chamber to 00:12:33.870 --> 00:12:36.410 interact with SCP-080. 00:12:36.410 --> 00:12:41.420 Unsurprisingly, he immediately became extremely distressed upon seeing the figure with glowing 00:12:41.420 --> 00:12:43.580 eyes forming in the dark. 00:12:43.580 --> 00:12:47.589 He described it as being human-shaped, but far too big to be a human. 00:12:47.589 --> 00:12:51.370 He begged to be released from the chamber, but by this point, he’d already started 00:12:51.370 --> 00:12:54.149 yawning and the drowsiness was setting in. 00:12:54.149 --> 00:12:58.310 The researchers running the experiment wanted to see what would happen next though, and 00:12:58.310 --> 00:13:03.170 eventually his pleas to be released fell silent as he drifted off to sleep. 00:13:03.170 --> 00:13:07.839 When guards were finally sent in to check on him they found… nothing at all. 00:13:07.839 --> 00:13:08.839 Nothing remained of the D-Class. 00:13:08.839 --> 00:13:13.620 He’d been consumed by SCP-080, just like so many others. 00:13:13.620 --> 00:13:19.200 Next, a thirty year old female D-Class was sent into SCP-080’s chamber. 00:13:19.200 --> 00:13:23.110 When she was able to make out the vaporous form with the glowing eyes, she was instructed 00:13:23.110 --> 00:13:25.070 to try and physically touch it. 00:13:25.070 --> 00:13:29.920 She followed the orders, however, upon touching the entity directly, she immediately fell 00:13:29.920 --> 00:13:30.959 unconscious. 00:13:30.959 --> 00:13:34.540 She was quickly retrieved from the room since The Foundation wanted to make sure they could 00:13:34.540 --> 00:13:39.089 interview her rather than letting SCP-080 consume her. 00:13:39.089 --> 00:13:43.050 According to a physical exam given to her by the Foundation medics, she’d experienced 00:13:43.050 --> 00:13:44.470 no physical effects. 00:13:44.470 --> 00:13:47.649 Her mind, on the other hand, was a very different story. 00:13:47.649 --> 00:13:52.330 She’d vacillate wildly between a state of borderline catatonia and extreme paranoid 00:13:52.330 --> 00:13:53.330 distress. 00:13:53.330 --> 00:13:57.120 In a debriefing meeting with a Foundation researcher, she had difficulty recounting 00:13:57.120 --> 00:14:01.680 what exactly had happened during her test with SCP-080. 00:14:01.680 --> 00:14:05.899 When she did begin to recollect, she started screaming in terror, and yelling about how 00:14:05.899 --> 00:14:08.370 they would try to take her back to the monster. 00:14:08.370 --> 00:14:13.769 Then, without warning, she leaped across the table and began to attack the researcher, 00:14:13.769 --> 00:14:18.279 forcing the attending guards to intervene, and unfortunately, they were forced to terminate 00:14:18.279 --> 00:14:19.279 her. 00:14:19.279 --> 00:14:22.250 It seemed as though this was always the intended effect of her outburst. 00:14:22.250 --> 00:14:28.150 She preferred death from a Foundation guard over experiencing SCP-080 again. 00:14:28.150 --> 00:14:32.781 The testing continued though, and a third subject was sent into the room: A 24-year-old 00:14:32.781 --> 00:14:37.279 D-Class male, dosed on a powerful amphetamine to hopefully ward off the drowsiness-inducing 00:14:37.279 --> 00:14:39.800 effects of SCP-080. 00:14:39.800 --> 00:14:43.920 This didn’t appear to work though, and over time, the same sleepiness started to set in. 00:14:43.920 --> 00:14:48.930 The amphetamine, however, still caused elevated levels of aggression, and the D-Class began 00:14:48.930 --> 00:14:51.050 to express violent intent towards SCP-080. 00:14:51.050 --> 00:14:57.160 He approached the vaporous mass and attempted to strike it, but when his fist touched the 00:14:57.160 --> 00:14:59.240 entity he immediately collapsed. 00:14:59.240 --> 00:15:04.130 When his body was retrieved, it was found that he died of a sudden massive heart attack. 00:15:04.130 --> 00:15:08.650 During the autopsy, as Foundation staff examined his body, they reported feeling a profound 00:15:08.650 --> 00:15:12.560 sense of discomfort and unease, as though they were being watched. 00:15:12.560 --> 00:15:18.770 The retrieval team also reported feeling acutely aware of SCP-080 watching them as they exited 00:15:18.770 --> 00:15:21.709 the chamber with the final D-Class’ body. 00:15:21.709 --> 00:15:26.399 The mere presence of SCP-080 then started causing problems for some staff members at 00:15:26.399 --> 00:15:27.850 the containment site. 00:15:27.850 --> 00:15:32.980 The researchers assigned to SCP-080 reported strange and unsettling dreams and that they 00:15:32.980 --> 00:15:38.250 were occurring at an unusually frequent level, disrupting their sleep patterns and, by extension, 00:15:38.250 --> 00:15:40.090 their work performance. 00:15:40.090 --> 00:15:44.959 This led to them discovering the possibility that SCP-080 may have some kind of hazardous 00:15:44.959 --> 00:15:50.850 memetic effect that can linger among its victims even when they aren’t in its direct proximity. 00:15:50.850 --> 00:15:54.880 After the lead researcher on the team walked into traffic and sadly passed away, it was 00:15:54.880 --> 00:16:00.230 made mandatory for all staff members working in SCP-080’s sector to keep comprehensive 00:16:00.230 --> 00:16:05.550 dream journals, so that the emergence of patterns of violent or unsettling dreams could be detected 00:16:05.550 --> 00:16:10.100 before things got too out of hand - just like they had with the lead researcher. 00:16:10.100 --> 00:16:15.910 However, the lead researcher would not be the last to lose his life to SCP-080. 00:16:15.910 --> 00:16:21.740 Two researchers stood just beyond the blackout curtains, observing SCP-080 for forty minutes, 00:16:21.740 --> 00:16:27.350 believing that the divider would keep them safe from SCP-080’s negative anomalous effects. 00:16:27.350 --> 00:16:29.329 They were terribly wrong. 00:16:29.329 --> 00:16:33.389 Both apparently fell asleep in the observation area, and when another researcher later entered 00:16:33.389 --> 00:16:36.880 the room, they discovered that their bodies were gone. 00:16:36.880 --> 00:16:41.140 However, strangely enough, everyone working in that sector of the site found that they 00:16:41.140 --> 00:16:44.480 did have a better night’s sleep after the incident. 00:16:44.480 --> 00:16:50.259 Staff were reminded to exercise maximum caution whenever interfacing with SCP-080. 00:16:50.259 --> 00:16:54.490 Their direct exposure should never exceed thirty minutes under any circumstances - Even 00:16:54.490 --> 00:17:00.180 the section of staff members that, for some reason, are completely unable to see SCP-080 00:17:00.180 --> 00:17:03.399 and appear to somehow be immune to its effects. 00:17:03.399 --> 00:17:06.329 Considering the fact that everyone around the site started feeling better after the 00:17:06.329 --> 00:17:10.751 strange incident concerning the two missing researchers, researchers have sought 05 Council 00:17:10.751 --> 00:17:14.760 permission to “feed” a D-Class to the monster once a month in order to negate the 00:17:14.760 --> 00:17:18.060 damaging effects it has on site staff mental health. 00:17:18.060 --> 00:17:23.040 Despite the protests of the ethics committee, a member of the council approved the measure. 00:17:23.040 --> 00:17:28.010 SCP-080 is contained in a 4 meter by 4 meter room with a smaller antechamber located on 00:17:28.010 --> 00:17:33.309 the south wall for easy research access; there’s also an observation room on the north wall, 00:17:33.309 --> 00:17:39.299 separated with black-out curtains to prevent light from getting in and dispersing SCP-080. 00:17:39.299 --> 00:17:44.400 Containment procedures dictate that SCP-080 should never, under any circumstances, be 00:17:44.400 --> 00:17:46.070 removed from the chamber. 00:17:46.070 --> 00:17:49.200 Any light-producing devices are also forbidden. 00:17:49.200 --> 00:17:52.910 While the Foundation currently has this monster under lock and key, all it would take is a 00:17:52.910 --> 00:17:57.880 stray ray of light to free it once more, which has warranted it being given the Euclid containment 00:17:57.880 --> 00:17:58.880 class. 00:17:58.880 --> 00:18:03.630 All members of staff are also kindly reminded to stop referring to this creature as “The 00:18:03.630 --> 00:18:04.720 Boogeyman.” 00:18:04.720 --> 00:18:08.650 After all, there’s a lot of power in giving a fear-manipulating creature a name like that, 00:18:08.650 --> 00:18:15.580 and the last thing we want is SCP-080 having more power than it already has… 00:18:15.580 --> 00:18:24.070 Now go and watch another entry from the classified files of Dr. Bob, like “SCP-1471 MalO ver1.0.0” 00:18:24.070 --> 00:18:27.780 for another SCP won’t leave you alone once it has you in its sights. 00:18:27.780 --> 00:18:32.260 And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications, so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we 00:18:32.260 --> 00:18:35.330 delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.