WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.560 --> 00:00:05.070 All he could see were glimpses, flashes of movement, but he could clearly makeout that 00:00:05.070 --> 00:00:06.640 there was a girl. 00:00:06.640 --> 00:00:10.170 He could see the man walk up behind her and slip a bag over her head. 00:00:10.170 --> 00:00:11.440 There was a struggle. 00:00:11.440 --> 00:00:16.110 A body being dragged through the dark, and then the sound of a shovel scraping against 00:00:16.110 --> 00:00:17.290 the hard dirt. 00:00:17.290 --> 00:00:21.780 The body is thrown into the shallow hole, and as the dirt begins to rain down on her 00:00:21.780 --> 00:00:24.490 face, her eye opens up. 00:00:24.490 --> 00:00:28.939 The boy’s eyes open too and he sits up with a panicked jolt. 00:00:28.939 --> 00:00:33.770 Shaky and covered in sweat, he looks around his dark room and realizes that it was only 00:00:33.770 --> 00:00:34.970 a dream. 00:00:34.970 --> 00:00:39.741 The entire morning as the boy gets ready, rides the bus, and sits through school, all 00:00:39.741 --> 00:00:43.620 he can think about is the dream… and the girl. 00:00:43.620 --> 00:00:48.050 A group of teenage girls are out for a ride in one of their father’s sports car convertible. 00:00:48.050 --> 00:00:52.300 They’re having too much fun, and driving much too fast down the dark country roads. 00:00:52.300 --> 00:00:57.690 It doesn’t take much, it never does, just the shadow of an animal bolting across the 00:00:57.690 --> 00:01:02.780 road but it’s enough to make the driver jerk the wheel, causing the car to lose control. 00:01:02.780 --> 00:01:07.149 All of the girls scream, but none more than the one who is tossed from the sliding, spinning 00:01:07.149 --> 00:01:08.439 car. 00:01:08.439 --> 00:01:13.259 The girls stand around their dead friend and make a solemn pact, no one will ever know 00:01:13.259 --> 00:01:14.479 that she was with them. 00:01:14.479 --> 00:01:16.600 But what will they do with her? 00:01:16.600 --> 00:01:21.700 One of them points towards the woods and everyone turns to look at the dilapidated shed. 00:01:21.700 --> 00:01:26.300 As the girls, now dirty from their long night of digging and then filling a hole, emerge 00:01:26.300 --> 00:01:31.969 from the shed into the dim morning light, none of them are aware that beneath the dirt, 00:01:31.969 --> 00:01:34.740 the girl is still breathing. 00:01:34.740 --> 00:01:37.579 The boy gasps for air and struggles in the dark. 00:01:37.579 --> 00:01:42.179 He throws the blankets off of him before realizing that he is safe in his own bed. 00:01:42.179 --> 00:01:45.929 Another breakfast, another ride to school, another day of classes where the boy can think 00:01:45.929 --> 00:01:48.280 of nothing but the girl from his dreams. 00:01:48.280 --> 00:01:49.280 Who is she? 00:01:49.280 --> 00:01:51.740 He’s never seen her in his life, he’s sure of it. 00:01:51.740 --> 00:01:53.939 But then why does she keep appearing in his dreams? 00:01:53.939 --> 00:01:58.130 The boy is snapped out of his deep train of thought by the teacher slapping his desk and 00:01:58.130 --> 00:02:01.939 he apologizes before focusing on his studies once again. 00:02:01.939 --> 00:02:05.280 The look on the woman’s face is a mix of sadness… and annoyance. 00:02:05.280 --> 00:02:08.520 She doesn’t know how much longer she can go on like this. 00:02:08.520 --> 00:02:12.280 It never stops, how can someone cough so much? 00:02:12.280 --> 00:02:16.860 The woman sits in her chair and tries to push away the same thought that comes to her over 00:02:16.860 --> 00:02:21.739 and over… that it would be better for both of them if it would just end. 00:02:21.739 --> 00:02:24.110 The girl coughs loudly in her bed. 00:02:24.110 --> 00:02:28.530 The disease has ravaged her lungs and it takes all of her willpower not to scratch at the 00:02:28.530 --> 00:02:31.540 burning, itching sores on her face and chest. 00:02:31.540 --> 00:02:35.400 She looks towards the door with dazed eyes and sees her mother enter the room. 00:02:35.400 --> 00:02:39.870 She’s carrying a tray with soup just like she always does at this time, even though 00:02:39.870 --> 00:02:42.230 she has no appetite at all. 00:02:42.230 --> 00:02:47.200 As her mother gets closer she can see that the tray is empty… and it isn’t a tray 00:02:47.200 --> 00:02:49.660 in her hands, it’s a pillow. 00:02:49.660 --> 00:02:54.780 The girl can barely muster a scream as the woman places the pillow over her daughter’s 00:02:54.780 --> 00:02:55.780 face. 00:02:55.780 --> 00:02:59.409 As the mother walks out of the old shed in the backyard and towards the house she stops 00:02:59.409 --> 00:03:00.510 for a moment. 00:03:00.510 --> 00:03:04.269 Can she hear the sound of coughing coming from the shed? 00:03:04.269 --> 00:03:08.720 That morning at breakfast, the boy’s father tells him in no uncertain terms that he doesn’t 00:03:08.720 --> 00:03:10.610 want to hear any more about the girl. 00:03:10.610 --> 00:03:13.810 It’s just a dream, and he needs to put it out of his mind. 00:03:13.810 --> 00:03:16.260 What he needs to be focusing on is school. 00:03:16.260 --> 00:03:19.799 The note from his teacher said that he isn’t paying attention in class and if that keeps 00:03:19.799 --> 00:03:22.180 up he’s going to have much bigger problems. 00:03:22.180 --> 00:03:25.319 The boy promises, no more about the girl. 00:03:25.319 --> 00:03:29.560 As the boy stares out the bus window, it isn’t his fault that thoughts about his dream rush 00:03:29.560 --> 00:03:31.019 into his head. 00:03:31.019 --> 00:03:35.230 Because as the bus drives along the country roads he catches a glimpse of something down 00:03:35.230 --> 00:03:40.000 a long, tree covered driveway - it’s the house from his dream. 00:03:40.000 --> 00:03:44.439 The shed door opens with a creak, allowing a sliver of light from the full moon to fall 00:03:44.439 --> 00:03:45.439 inside. 00:03:45.439 --> 00:03:49.280 The boy enters the shed as quietly as he can and goes inside. 00:03:49.280 --> 00:03:53.260 He soon emerges with his bike, and a shovel strapped to his back before riding away from 00:03:53.260 --> 00:03:55.819 his own backyard into the night. 00:03:55.819 --> 00:03:59.480 The boy stops his bike at the bottom of the driveway leading up to the old, abandoned 00:03:59.480 --> 00:04:00.480 house. 00:04:00.480 --> 00:04:05.249 He rides up the drive and doesn’t even consider stopping at the house, his destination is 00:04:05.249 --> 00:04:06.609 somewhere else. 00:04:06.609 --> 00:04:10.680 The boy lets his bike fall to the ground in the backyard and stares at it… it’s the 00:04:10.680 --> 00:04:15.099 shed he’s seen so many times before despite never seeing it in person. 00:04:15.099 --> 00:04:19.940 It’s dark and quiet, the shed silhouetted against the large, bright moon. 00:04:19.940 --> 00:04:24.000 He approaches the only door on the small shed and reaches for the handle. 00:04:24.000 --> 00:04:26.690 It opens with a loud, rusty squeak. 00:04:26.690 --> 00:04:31.939 The boy takes out a flashlight and turns it on, illuminating the shed’s interior. 00:04:31.939 --> 00:04:35.169 Inside is nothing except for a wooden bench sitting on the dirt floor. 00:04:35.169 --> 00:04:37.570 But wait, there is something else. 00:04:37.570 --> 00:04:43.710 A spot on the ground appears different, blackened, almost as if it were burned. 00:04:43.710 --> 00:04:44.810 This is the spot though. 00:04:44.810 --> 00:04:47.949 This is the place the boy keeps seeing in his dreams. 00:04:47.949 --> 00:04:49.470 He knows she’s down there. 00:04:49.470 --> 00:04:51.220 She needs his help. 00:04:51.220 --> 00:04:55.470 The boy thrusts his shovel down into the dirt but it doesn’t even scratch the surface. 00:04:55.470 --> 00:04:57.610 The ground is cold and hard. 00:04:57.610 --> 00:05:00.419 He strikes down again and the shovel pierces into the dirt. 00:05:00.419 --> 00:05:04.800 The shovel suddenly falls to the ground though as the boy begins to cough. 00:05:04.800 --> 00:05:07.500 He drops to his knees as the coughing becomes a fit. 00:05:07.500 --> 00:05:10.050 He can’t stop and now he can’t breathe. 00:05:10.050 --> 00:05:13.770 It feels like his throat is filling with… something. 00:05:13.770 --> 00:05:17.110 He falls to the ground, still coughing as he feels whatever is filling his throat and 00:05:17.110 --> 00:05:18.440 lungs moving and vibrating. 00:05:18.440 --> 00:05:24.120 With a final, great hacking cough he unleashes a swarm of creatures from his mouth. 00:05:24.120 --> 00:05:28.669 He lies in the dirt, struggling but unable to get any air, as the buzz of thousands of 00:05:28.669 --> 00:05:31.580 locusts drowns out his final noises. 00:05:31.580 --> 00:05:36.729 It’s no surprise that what this young man ran into wasn’t a dream at all, but an interaction 00:05:36.729 --> 00:05:42.490 with an anomaly that has since been classified as SCP-4595, but also has the quite simple 00:05:42.490 --> 00:05:44.789 and appropriate name of… 00:05:44.789 --> 00:05:46.020 Witch. 00:05:46.020 --> 00:05:51.380 SCP-4595 is the designation given to a small room located inside of a woodshed, that is 00:05:51.380 --> 00:05:55.410 itself found behind a home near the town of Jasper, Indiana. 00:05:55.410 --> 00:05:59.419 The house appears to have been abandoned for some time, and there are no reliable records 00:05:59.419 --> 00:06:03.160 of who the home’s most recent or original owners were. 00:06:03.160 --> 00:06:08.110 The only item inside the woodshed is a simple, rough hewn, wooden bench, though at the time 00:06:08.110 --> 00:06:12.110 of the anomaly’s discovery, two other objects were found as well. 00:06:12.110 --> 00:06:15.810 The first was a small shovel, the type that might be used for gardening. 00:06:15.810 --> 00:06:20.160 The shovel appears to be ordinary in every way, except for the very tip which has what 00:06:20.160 --> 00:06:25.139 looks to be a bloodstain on it, though tests have been able to retrieve any genetic material 00:06:25.139 --> 00:06:26.810 from the discoloration. 00:06:26.810 --> 00:06:30.240 The second object was a small human skeleton. 00:06:30.240 --> 00:06:34.140 The body of the deceased person was removed from the woodshed, and an autopsy revealed 00:06:34.140 --> 00:06:38.580 that it had belonged to an adolescent male, roughly 11 to 13 years old. 00:06:38.580 --> 00:06:42.639 While the exact cause of death was unable to be determined, it is extremely likely that 00:06:42.639 --> 00:06:49.190 it was due to the anomalous effects that SCP-4595 produces, but more on those in a moment. 00:06:49.190 --> 00:06:53.040 Further examination of the woodshed reveals that the word “WITCH” has been scrawled 00:06:53.040 --> 00:06:57.009 on the door with charcoal, though it is unknown who wrote the message and whether it is meant 00:06:57.009 --> 00:07:00.139 to serve as a warning or has some other purpose. 00:07:00.139 --> 00:07:05.830 It is highly likely though, that the word is referring to the final element of SCP-4595, 00:07:05.830 --> 00:07:09.820 the body that is buried beneath the woodshed’s dirt floor. 00:07:09.820 --> 00:07:13.680 Ground penetrating imaging tools were brought in to investigate the shed, and researchers 00:07:13.680 --> 00:07:17.180 discovered that underneath one portion of the floor that appears to have been scorched 00:07:17.180 --> 00:07:21.520 at some point, a body is buried roughly one meter beneath the surface, which has since 00:07:21.520 --> 00:07:27.910 been designated as SCP-4595-A. Scans have revealed the body to be a humanoid figure, 00:07:27.910 --> 00:07:29.650 vaguely feminine in appearance. 00:07:29.650 --> 00:07:34.020 It’s limbs are twisted in a painful, and unnatural manner, and there are several large 00:07:34.020 --> 00:07:37.210 wounds present on its face, chest, and neck. 00:07:37.210 --> 00:07:41.800 But perhaps strangest of all is that despite evidence at the site pointing to the location 00:07:41.800 --> 00:07:45.960 not having been disturbed for many years, the corpse buried beneath does not seem to 00:07:45.960 --> 00:07:50.750 show any signs at all of decomposition, still appearing as it most likely did at the time 00:07:50.750 --> 00:07:52.120 it was interred in the ground. 00:07:52.120 --> 00:07:57.570 You are most likely asking yourself why the SCP Foundation has relied solely on subterranean 00:07:57.570 --> 00:08:04.240 imaging in order to assess the state of SCP-4595-A, and why they don’t simply dig up the anomalous 00:08:04.240 --> 00:08:05.240 corpse. 00:08:05.240 --> 00:08:09.810 The reason why they haven’t is due to the anomalous effects present at the site. 00:08:09.810 --> 00:08:14.500 Testing on SCP-4595 has concluded that anyone who enters the shed and remains there for 00:08:14.500 --> 00:08:18.800 any substantial amount of time will begin to experience a number of effects. 00:08:18.800 --> 00:08:24.479 First, they will start to feel paranoid, getting the impression that someone is watching them. 00:08:24.479 --> 00:08:28.900 This purely mental effect is quickly followed by a physical one, where the individual’s 00:08:28.900 --> 00:08:30.819 skin will start to itch. 00:08:30.819 --> 00:08:36.279 Those who linger in SCP-4595 long enough will eventually begin to violently scratch at themselves 00:08:36.279 --> 00:08:38.640 in an attempt to relieve the itchiness. 00:08:38.640 --> 00:08:43.349 These effects, while very uncomfortable, will eventually subside if they leave the location, 00:08:43.349 --> 00:08:46.810 and it is very likely that they are meant to serve as a warning of what will happen 00:08:46.810 --> 00:08:52.430 if one partakes in the most dangerous aspect of SCP-4595, which is disturbing the body 00:08:52.430 --> 00:08:54.410 buried beneath it. 00:08:54.410 --> 00:09:00.290 Anyone who attempts to impact SCP-4595-A by attempting to dig it up or otherwise remove 00:09:00.290 --> 00:09:04.880 it from the location, will quickly experience a horrendous anomalous effect. 00:09:04.880 --> 00:09:08.870 The individual will soon find that they are experiencing a shortness of breath, and soon 00:09:08.870 --> 00:09:12.890 will begin coughing and choking, and be unable to breathe at all. 00:09:12.890 --> 00:09:17.529 This is due to a phenomenon in which any empty space in their chest cavity, lungs, airways, 00:09:17.529 --> 00:09:22.720 stomach and intestines, will completely fill with Schistocerca gregaria, better known as 00:09:22.720 --> 00:09:24.430 the desert locust. 00:09:24.430 --> 00:09:28.370 The insects will continue to appear within the individual’s body until they expire, 00:09:28.370 --> 00:09:31.560 a process that typically takes mere minutes. 00:09:31.560 --> 00:09:36.230 Any locusts that manage to escape the individual’s body, most often through the mouth and nose 00:09:36.230 --> 00:09:40.420 will disappear into a vapor that quickly dissipates the moment they cross the threshold of the 00:09:40.420 --> 00:09:41.920 woodshed’s doorway. 00:09:41.920 --> 00:09:45.510 So far, no method has been determined that can prevent any of SCP-4595’s effects, and 00:09:45.510 --> 00:09:51.470 for the time being, no personnel are allowed to enter the anomalous shed except for testing 00:09:51.470 --> 00:09:58.029 purposes, but even in those cases the disturbance of SCP-4595-A is not allowed. 00:09:58.029 --> 00:10:02.279 Due to the relative ease with which the Foundation can secure the site and is able to prevent 00:10:02.279 --> 00:10:06.490 anyone from entering, it has been classified as Safe, with the additional disruption class 00:10:06.490 --> 00:10:09.800 of Dark and the risk class of Warning. 00:10:09.800 --> 00:10:12.700 Just what is SCP-4595? 00:10:12.700 --> 00:10:16.230 Is the SCP-4595-A body a victim? 00:10:16.230 --> 00:10:18.750 Doomed to an eternity beneath this ramshackle shed? 00:10:18.750 --> 00:10:20.339 Or is it a monster? 00:10:20.339 --> 00:10:24.680 Sealed away for some unknown purpose, the only warning for us to stay away being a single 00:10:24.680 --> 00:10:26.550 word on the door? 00:10:26.550 --> 00:10:33.570 Maybe one day, we’ll finally know the answer to why SCP-4595 is only known as the Witch. 00:10:33.570 --> 00:10:38.970 Now go and watch another entry from the files of Dr. Bob, like SCP-3998, the Wicker Witch 00:10:38.970 --> 00:10:43.310 Lives, for another SCP entry that tells the tale of a witch, though maybe not the story 00:10:43.310 --> 00:10:44.570 that you expect. 00:10:44.570 --> 00:10:48.899 And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications, so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we 00:10:48.899 --> 00:10:52.890 delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.