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A group of friends are driving down the highway
late at night.

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They’re on their way home from a concert
and after the long night of dancing and partying,

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all of them are feeling quite tired.

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The radio is turned off, and after so much
loud music, the silence is refreshing.

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No one is talking at all, and in fact, the
driver notices that both his girlfriend sitting

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next to him as well as his friend in the backseat
have fallen asleep.

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The driver tries to make sure that he doesn’t
do the same as the car moves down the long

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stretch of straight, empty highway.

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The driver’s eyes start to grow heavy though.

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He can feel the weight of sleep starting to
press on him.

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He turns the radio on at a low volume, but
that only staves off the drowsiness for a

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moment.

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He can’t fight the approach of sleep any
longer, and his eyes start to close.

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As he drifts off to sleep, his foot presses
down slightly more on the accelerator.

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The driver’s head slumps to the side as
the car gains speed and begins to pull to

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the right where it crosses the white line
marking the edge of the highway.

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The tires dip off the road into the dirt and
the sudden change causes the driver to jerk

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back awake.

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He quickly swerves the car back onto the road.

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The sudden jolt causes both the passengers
to wake up.

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Is everything okay?

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The driver tells them that he just swerved
to… to avoid an animal in the road.

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That’s right, nothing to be worried about.

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They can go back to sleep.

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As both of his friends close their eyes and
try to go back to sleep, the driver spots

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something.

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Lights have appeared in his rearview mirror.

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It’s a pair of headlights.

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He didn’t notice a car pulling out or speeding
up behind him, but he must have missed it

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when he was dozing off.

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His heart is still racing from when he drifted
off the road, and he’s trying to regain

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his composure but it’s about to get a whole
lot harder because when he looks in the mirror

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again he sees that the telltale red and blue
lights of a police cruiser have lit up behind

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him.

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“Oh crap, oh no, oh no,” the driver says
out loud.

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Everyone is awake now and aware of the cop
behind them.

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They grow nervous and start freaking out,
not all of the activities they had partaken

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in at the concert were, strictly speaking,
technically legal in this state.

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“What do we do?”

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the driver asks.

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“You’ve got to pull over,” says his
girlfriend.

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The cop car’s sirens come on, this is serious.

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But then something strange happens, they hear
a voice in the car, coming over the radio.

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It’s too quiet to hear but when the driver
turns up the volume, the message comes through

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loud and clear.

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It’s a gruff voice that keeps repeating
the same phrase over and over…

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“You better run.”

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How is this message coming over the radio?

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They don’t know but the passenger in the
backseat agrees with the voice, they’ve

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got to try and run, they have to get out of
here.

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The driver’s girlfriend is screaming to
pull over.

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The cop car speeds up and is right behind
them now, almost on their bumper, its lights

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flashing and sirens blaring.

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The driver doesn’t know what to do.

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Should he pull over?

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Should he try to run?

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Everyone is yelling.

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He starts to push down on the accelerator
but then thinks better of it, there’s no

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way this old car can outrun a cop.

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Finally, he makes the decision to brake and
starts to pull the car to the side of the

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road.

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The police car comes to a stop behind them.

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The sirens are off, but the bright lights
are almost blinding.

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They sit in the car and await their fate,
but nothing happens, the car is just sitting

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there behind them.

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After what feels like a long while, the door
of the cop car finally opens.

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The three passengers watch silently as a highway
patrol officer steps out and begins approaching

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their car.

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The driver tells everyone to relax, that this
is going to be just fine, but the passenger

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in the back starts to panic.

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He can’t get arrested, if he does it will
mean that he loses his scholarship, he’ll

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get kicked out of school, his whole life will
be over.

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The highway patrol officer reaches the car.

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Despite it being late at night, he’s wearing
dark aviator sunglasses that cover half of

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his face.

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He stands in front of the door to the car…
and waits.

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The driver, feeling nervous and afraid, rolls
down his window.

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The police officer doesn’t move or react
though, he just keeps standing next to the

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car.

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“Umm… good evening officer,” the driver
says.

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No response.

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The driver turns and looks at his girlfriend
in the front seat but all she can do is shrug.

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He turns back to the highway patrolman.

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“Did we do something wrong?”

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There’s another long pause but then the
patrolman finally reacts.

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He bends over and leans in close, sticking
his head practically through the open window

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and putting his tight-lipped face right next
to the driver’s.

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“Do you…

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do you want my license and registration?”
the driver asks.

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The patrolman doesn’t respond.

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He reaches up and slowly grabs the side of
his dark aviator sunglasses.

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He pulls them down, and the driver finds himself
staring into a pair of bright, red, glowing

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eyes.

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Evil eyes.

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Everyone in the car starts to scream as the
thing standing in front of them opens its

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own mouth to reveal a big, black, gaping hole
with no gums or teeth, a horrifying void in

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its face that screams right back at them.

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As you may have already deduced, this was
no normal traffic stop, and certainly not

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a normal highway patrol officer.

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No, the entity that this group of young adults
encountered that evening was one that dozens

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before them had the same misfortune of running
into, and one that the SCP Foundation is actively

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trying to stop from engaging in its frightening
and dangerous behavior.

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This is SCP-973.

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SCP-973 is not one, but actually two separate
entities.

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The first, designated SCP-973-1, is a police
cruiser that appears to be a model similar

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to those used by actual state troopers during
the early 1970s.

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And its condition is much like you would expect
for a well-used, nearly fifty-year-old vehicle,

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with much of it being in an advanced state
of disrepair.

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Eyewitness accounts of SCP-973-1 have described
the police car as having numerous dents on

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the doors and hood, cracks in the windshield,
multiple rust spots, and a rear bumper that

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looks to be held on with duct tape.

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The vehicle’s driver and sole occupant has
been designated SCP-973-2.

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This humanoid figure has an appearance that
resembles a caucasian male in his late forties.

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It is dressed in a state trooper uniform that,
like 973-1, also looks to have come from the

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early 1970s, and eyewitnesses have described
him as being slightly overweight, balding,

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and sporting a handlebar mustache.

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Both the anomalous car and its driver will
appear at night in a specific location along

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a particular US highway.

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It is unknown exactly what will cause SCP-973
to show up on this road, but Foundation researchers

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have hypothesized that its manifestation may
be triggered when a vehicle accelerates over

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a certain speed.

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You may think you’re safe then if you stay
below a certain speed, but unfortunately,

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you’d be wrong.

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It’s unknown exactly what speed limit infraction
will lead to SCP-973’s appearance, with

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reports ranging from 35 miles per hours all
the way to 70, but when it does occur, the

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driver will find that they are now a target.

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SCP-973 will materialize roughly half a kilometer
behind the targeted vehicle and will approach

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them at a high rate of speed.

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SCP-973-1’s sirens will turn on and its
lights will flash, as it also somehow broadcasts

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a message into the targeted car that is picked
up on the car’s radio, a message that urges

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the driver to run, often accompanied by several
expletives.

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In most cases, the targeted vehicle will abide
by the instructions over the radio and begin

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to flee, though it’s unlikely that this
is due to any memetic effect, rather it would

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seem that most run out of pure terror.

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SCP-973 will then pursue the targeted car
leading to a high-speed chase.

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No matter how fast the targeted car is though,
the SCP-973-1 police cruiser will always be

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faster, and it typically takes no more than
six minutes for them to be overtaken.

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SCP-973 seems to have no qualms about ramming
into the fleeing car, which likely accounts

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for the extreme damage present on the patrol
car.

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While it is unclear exactly what happens once
973 forces the targeted vehicle to stop, either

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through their own choice or by being rammed
off the road, the results are quite disturbing.

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The vehicle that fled will later be located
somewhere near SCP-973’s spawning location,

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usually within roughly six kilometers of the
road.

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Whether the vehicles that are found that far
from the road drove there in a panic or were

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somehow transported there by anomalous means
isn’t clear.

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What is clear is that the occupants of the
cars met a truly grisly fate.

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Their bodies will show signs of extreme violence
and assault, including evisceration, and some

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have been so badly maimed and mangled that
visual identification was impossible.

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The vehicles themselves are badly damaged,
showing signs of impact from another vehicle,

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and severe burn damage is often present in
the interior.

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So far over thirty-four individuals and nineteen
vehicles have been designated as victims of

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SCP-973, though it is likely that the true
number is much, much higher.

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Perhaps most terrifying of all, is that some
of the victims survived.

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The Foundation has recovered five individuals
from sites of SCP-973 attacks, who in addition

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to their gruesome physical injuries, also
suffer from varying levels of ongoing mental

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trauma.

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But why not just destroy the road that SCP-973
appears on, you ask?

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Well the Foundation had this same idea and
in 1983, the section of highway affected by

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SCP-973 was demolished in an attempt to stop
it from manifesting.

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This attempt failed though.

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All this led to was SCP-973 changing its location,
where it immediately began engaging in the

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same deadly behavior.

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Numerous attempts have also been made to try
and capture both 973-1 and -2.

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In one such event, several teams of SCP Foundation
containment specialists were dispatched to

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its section of highway with the mission to
subdue and contain the anomaly.

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After multiple attempts to get SCP-973 to
appear by driving down the highway at various

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speeds, a car carrying several agents was
finally successful, and they spotted the flashing

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red and blue lights of 973-1 behind them as
the message telling them to run began playing

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over the radio.

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With no further warnings, the anomalous police
car closed in on them, even faster than the

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agents were expecting, and immediately began
ramming into their car.

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A van filled with additional containment specialists
was dispatched to the area to help, and when

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they reached the area that the GPS tracked
on the pursued car led them to, they found

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that they were too late.

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SCP-973 had pushed the agents’ car far off
the road and was ruthlessly tearing their

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bodies apart.

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The arriving containment team immediately
began firing on 973 in an attempt to save

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their fellow Foundation agents.

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The team’s weapons appeared to cause some
injuries to 973-2, showing that it is perhaps

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vulnerable to lasting damage just like the
973-1 vehicle is.

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In a post-mission interview, one of the agent’s
described SCP-973’s new appearance.

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“His eyes were red… and his mouth… it
was just a black hole.

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No teeth, no tongue, just a hole.”

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No other reports would come from this incident
though, as this agent was the only survivor.

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SCP-973 killed the other nine agents and fled
the scene.

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While it is believed that the Foundation team
was able to wound the anomalous creature,

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it was neither contained nor incapacitated
in any real sense, and the next report of

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a 973 incident occurred just nine days later.

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SCP-973’s ability to seemingly appear at
a new location, and the difficulty it has

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shown in being contained has gotten it a well-earned
Euclid classification.

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The roughly 60 kilometers of highway oh which
it is known to appear is under satellite surveillance

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at all times, and all traffic between 10 pm
and 4:30 am is diverted along a non-highway

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detour route, by force if necessary.

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Unfortunately for the SCP Foundation and the
general highway using populace, these security

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protocols have necessitated frequent updates,
because while the area that SCP-973 engages

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in its predatory behavior on is well known,
both the time of day during which it will

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appear and the area it seems to affect…
are expanding.

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Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-745 The Headlights, for

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another anomaly that will make you question
whether you should ever drive again at night.

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A young woman on her way home is walking down
a city street, and just like most nights,

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the downtown empties out after the working
day ends, leaving the streets empty of both

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cars and pedestrians.

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She hates when she has to close the shop and
walk to her bus stop alone, and she is excited

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that in just another week she will be starting
a new job that’s just around the corner

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from where she lives.

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She just has to get through these last few
nights of being the last one at the store

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and having to walk home alone.

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Her more immediate concern now though, is
that her music has stopped.

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The young woman takes her phone out to check
it.

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Dead.

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She must have forgotten to plug in the charger.

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She hates when she does that.

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Now she’d have to spend the bus ride staring
out the window at nothing.

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What was that?

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The woman looks up from her phone.

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Did she see someone?

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She turns around and sees something on the
other side of the street.

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It’s dark, and all she can make out is a
big shadowy figure.

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She doesn’t stare for long though and starts
to walk again, picking up her pace slightly.

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She can hear the sound of footsteps and glances
over her shoulder.

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The person across the street is moving too,
and they seem to be matching her pace, avoiding

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any street lights to remain in darkness.

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She starts to move a little quicker… and
so do they.

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The young woman grips the pepper spray in
her pocket.

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She doesn’t know what this person is doing
or what they want, but she’s going to be

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ready for them.

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She keeps walking and glances over her shoulder
again… they’re crossing the street towards

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her now.

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She ducks into an alley and as soon as she’s
around the corner and out of sight she starts

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to run.

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She sprints through the alley as fast as she
can.

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She looks behind her, frightened of what she
might see, but no one is there.

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Maybe she was wrong and they weren’t following
her, but she’s not about to stop running

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and find out.

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She emerges from the alley still running as
hard as she can.

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She reaches her bus stop and finally stops
to catch her breath.

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She checks her watch… the bus should be
pulling up right now, but it’s nowhere to

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be seen.

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She looks around, and what she does see, is
the shadowy figure coming out of the alley.

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And it’s coming straight towards her.

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She backs up into the bus stop and takes the
pepper spray out of her pocket, her finger

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ready on the trigger.

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The shadowy figure keeps moving towards her
when suddenly, the dark street is lit up.

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The woman looks behind her to see her savior…
it’s the bus.

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She turns back to see the shadowy figure retreating
to the alley, as if the light is pushing it

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away.

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The woman breathes a sigh of relief and finally
lets some of the tension in her body release

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as the bus comes to a stop in front of her.

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The door swings open and the woman steps inside.

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“I’ve never been so happy to get on the
bus” she says to the driver as she scans

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her transit card.

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The driver doesn’t respond though, in fact
he doesn’t react to her at all, he just

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keeps staring straight ahead.

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The woman doesn’t push it though, she’s
just happy to be on the bus, even if it is

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completely empty.

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She heads to the back of the bus and takes
a seat.

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As the bus pulls away, she can almost swear
she could see the shadowy figure standing

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in the alley, watching her.

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The bus rumbles along the empty city streets
as the woman looks out the window and takes

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deep breaths, trying to calm herself after
her harrowing ordeal.

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After a while she notices that the bus doesn’t
seem to be stopping as much as it normally

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does… or at all for that matter.

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Did they change the route?

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Or did she get on the wrong bus?

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They are approaching her stop though so it
doesn’t matter, and she reaches up to pull

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the cord.

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A bell chimes and the “stop requested”
light illuminates in the front of the bus,

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but the driver doesn’t show any sign of
stopping or even slowing down.

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She pulls the cord again, but still no reaction.

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As she sees her building go by she calls out
“hey this is my stop” but the driver doesn’t

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acknowledge her at all.

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She stands up and walks to the front.

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“Didn’t you hear me?

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This is my stop.”

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Still no reaction from the driver.

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“Hey I said - “ She reaches out and grabs
his shoulder spinning him towards her, only

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to find herself staring into the eyes of a
fresh corpse.

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The woman screams and jumps back as the driver
slumps forward towards her.

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She’s terrified by the dead body, as well
as the fact that the bus will crash, but when

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she looks at the steering wheel she sees that
it is continuing to move on its own.

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The woman is in a full blown panic now.

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She screams and pounds on the door but it
won’t open.

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The engine roars as the bus starts to pick
up speed.

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She doesn’t know what to do and runs to
the back where she tries the rear door, but

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it doesn’t budge either.

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The bus speeds up even more, whipping around
corners and tossing her from side to side.

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She’s thrown to the ground and hits her
head.

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Her eyelids feel like they weigh a hundred
pounds and she struggles to keep them open.

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She manages to stay awake though, and as she
looks up in a daze, staring at the ceiling

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of the bus, she can see a green gas emanating
from the vents.

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It’s the last thing she sees before her
eyes close for good.

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The bus finally comes to a stop in a deserted
area of the city.

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The vehicle raises slightly as one after another,
each wheel appears to unfold, revealing them

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to be ong, black, spindly legs.

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The bus stands up on these insectoid appendages
as its roof splits into two massive wings.

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The bus then leaps up into the sky, spreading
its wings, and flies off into the night.

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How could this young woman have known that
after escaping danger, that her rescuer would

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be something worse, much worse.

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Unfortunately for her, she had just willingly
stepped onto an instance of SCP-2086, a deadly

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and terrifying anomaly that hides in plain
sight as it stalks and hunts its human prey.

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SCP-2086 is the designation the SCP Foundation
has given to a species that appears to belong

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to the arthropod phylum, a group that also
includes arachnids and crustaceans.

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These strange creatures differ from most of
their lobster and spider brethren, in that

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they make use of an advanced form of camouflage
to move among modern society unseen.

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Adult SCP-2086 instances all resemble some
sort of public transportation vehicle, with

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the exact make, model, year, and branding
varying from instance to instance.

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SCP-2086 instances move about the streets
of our cities foraging for food, and at first

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glance they are virtually indistinguishable
from the standard transit vehicles they are

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mimicking.

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Close examination of them though, will reveal
that the steel, wood, plastic, and glass they

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are composed of aren’t those materials at
all, but a form of specialized chitin, which

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is the substance that makes up the hard exoskeleton
of many insects and other arthropods.

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And that’s not the only aspect of SCP-2086
that isn’t actually what it appears to be.

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The “wheels” on the bus may go round and
round, but they also are capable of unraveling

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into long, thin legs that create a very imposing
image when SCP-2086 is standing up at its

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full height.

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The roof too is able to unfurl into a set
of giant insectoid wings, and after leaping

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into the air with its powerful legs, the wings
will spread and the bus can take flight, which

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appears to be its preferred method of travel
when it is not in its camouflaged hunting

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mode.

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Its headlights too are an entirely biological
mechanism, consisting of two large bioluminescent

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optical organs similar to those possessed
by SCP-015-IT and SCP-745.

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Dissections of SCP-2086 specimens have shown
them to have an entire system of organs including

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a heart, brain, and stomach, which are found
beneath the flooring in the creature’s interior

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chamber.

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SCP-2086’s appendages are not just used
for locomotion though, and they have been

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observed as being able to use them for fine
object manipulation.

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This fact was learned when they were observed
building crude shelters from scrap materials

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at their nesting grounds.

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More on these nests and the terrifying events
that take place there later.

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When SCP-2086 is not at its nest, it engages
in its “foraging” behavior.

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Typically, an SCP-2086 instance will fly to
the start of a “route” and begin driving

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along city streets picking up human passengers
who willingly enter the creature’s inner

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chamber, thinking that it is a standard bus.

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Along with its exoskeleton closely resembling
a real vehicle, SCP-2086 has one more particularly

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gruesome trick to fool would-be passengers
into becoming its prey.

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A bus that drives itself would lead many to
think twice about stepping on board, so SCP-2086

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makes use of a decoy driver, which is actually
a human corpse encased and preserved in a

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shellac-like substance.

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Smaller, fibrous appendages protrude from
the “front seat” and into the corpse,

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which hold it in place and are even capable
of manipulating the corpse, giving it the

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appearance of movement as it “drives the
bus.”

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Once SCP-2086 has gathered up what it considers
to be enough victims, a number that appears

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to vary from instance to instance, it will
release a noxious gas from its interior vents.

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The gas produces an effect in humans similar
to chloroform, and everyone on board will

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be rendered unconscious.

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The creature, now filled with its prey, does
not feed on the humans trapped inside it though,

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instead it will take them to its nesting grounds,
which is where the real horror begins.

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These nesting grounds are most often localized
in scrap and junk yards that have fallen into

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disuse or are completely abandoned, and it
is in these nests that the juvenile instances

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of SCP-2086 are found.

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While a full grown instance can weigh as much
as 17,000 kilograms, which is the approximate

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curb weight of a normal bus, extensive field
research and observation into SCP-2086 has

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led to the identification of the smaller,
juvenile instances which are much smaller

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than their adult counterparts, weighing under
200 kilograms.

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But they don’t stay this size for long.

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When an adult SCP-2086 arrives back at the
nest with its interior chamber filled with

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human prey, it will open its doors and allow
the juvenile members to enter inside of it

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so they can feed, and grow.

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Once inside, a juvenile will remove a passenger
from the bus and take them outside.

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The effects of the chloroform gas will often
begin to wear off at this time, but by this

00:22:37.429 --> 00:22:38.990
point, it is already too late.

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The juvenile instance will then proceed to
force the human into a hole located under

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their hood.

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This leads to a sort of digestive tract, that
connects to its inner chamber where the driver’s

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seat is located.

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Small, hair like appendages will then emerge
from the seat and protrude into the prey’s

00:22:54.630 --> 00:22:58.899
body, which hold them in place in the driver’s
seat and trap them there, while at the same

00:22:58.899 --> 00:23:04.940
time acting as feeding tubes, draining the
blood from the now doomed passenger.

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Once the person has been completely drained
of blood, the feeding tubes will begin secreting

00:23:09.029 --> 00:23:13.750
a saline solution as the internal compartment
fills with the shellac-like substance, and

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the effects of both combine to effectively
embalm and preserve the corpse, which will

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serve as its own decoy driver once it enters
adulthood.

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And this process happens quite quickly.

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A newborn SCP-2086 will reach adulthood in
just one week provided that it has had access

00:23:30.080 --> 00:23:34.480
to nutrients, at which point it will begin
searching for new sources of prey for its

00:23:34.480 --> 00:23:38.019
own offspring, of which it will likely have
plenty.

00:23:38.019 --> 00:23:43.240
2086 instances become capable of reproduction
at eight days, and females are able to produce

00:23:43.240 --> 00:23:47.460
up to twenty offspring, but their lives are
quite short, with their entire life cycle

00:23:47.460 --> 00:23:50.779
usually lasting just twelve to fifteen days.

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Prior to feeding and beginning the process
of becoming a full size adult, juveniles will

00:23:54.880 --> 00:23:59.369
also leave the nest, and will covertly move
about the city removing bus stop signposts

00:23:59.369 --> 00:24:04.419
and relocating them, often creating a route
that leads back to its own nest.

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These are the routes that adult instances
will then typically follow as they hunt for

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more prey to bring back to their colony.

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SCP-2086 instances have been found in metropolitan
areas around the world, and news reports are

00:24:16.669 --> 00:24:21.580
closely monitored by the Foundation for missing
persons that had recently used public transport,

00:24:21.580 --> 00:24:25.730
with Foundation Field Agents being dispatched
to potential high-threat areas to investigate

00:24:25.730 --> 00:24:26.809
further.

00:24:26.809 --> 00:24:31.059
Any nests that are discovered have their locations
condemned, if they weren’t already, and

00:24:31.059 --> 00:24:33.440
demolished using chemical explosives.

00:24:33.440 --> 00:24:39.249
Previously, an effort was made to capture
and contain live instances of SCP-2086 and

00:24:39.249 --> 00:24:43.770
currently the Foundation has five such specimens
in its custody which are stored in a converted

00:24:43.770 --> 00:24:44.970
airplane hangar.

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Due to their short lifespans and high rate
of reproduction, the amount of live specimens

00:24:49.360 --> 00:24:54.059
contained at any given time can vary widely,
and will often depend on the number of available

00:24:54.059 --> 00:24:57.450
D-Class personnel who can serve as drivers.

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Terminated specimens are either destroyed,
or sent to a specialized cold storage container

00:25:01.230 --> 00:25:05.259
at a secure site for further biological research.

00:25:05.259 --> 00:25:10.480
SCP-2086 continues to be one of the most dangerous
anomalies for common, everyday users of public

00:25:10.480 --> 00:25:14.799
transportation, and the SCP Foundation has
classified it as Keter.

00:25:14.799 --> 00:25:18.799
While identified colonies are able to be destroyed
with minimal effort once discovered, there

00:25:18.799 --> 00:25:21.970
is no telling how many nesting grounds still
remain in the wild.

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So the next time you’re about to board a
bus, pay extra careful attention to it, or

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you may find that your bus is rerouting you
somewhere you never wanted to go.

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It’s late at night, and you’re driving
down a desolate stretch of highway somewhere

00:25:35.549 --> 00:25:36.549
in New Mexico.

00:25:36.549 --> 00:25:41.580
There’s nothing out here except for you,
your car, and the road.

00:25:41.580 --> 00:25:45.279
What you don’t know is that you’re about
to encounter something.

00:25:45.279 --> 00:25:47.169
Something… terrifying.

00:25:47.169 --> 00:25:51.580
There’s no moon and the sky is pitch black.

00:25:51.580 --> 00:25:54.899
Your own car is barely lighting up the dark
road ahead of you.

00:25:54.899 --> 00:25:58.249
Just then you spot something in your rearview
mirror.

00:25:58.249 --> 00:26:00.380
It’s a pair of headlights.

00:26:00.380 --> 00:26:04.950
There’s nothing too strange about them,
except that they are especially bright.

00:26:04.950 --> 00:26:08.200
Your eyes are so adjusted to the darkness
that you have to look away.

00:26:08.200 --> 00:26:12.399
When you glance in the mirror again you see
that they’re closer.

00:26:12.399 --> 00:26:13.840
Much closer.

00:26:13.840 --> 00:26:16.600
They must be going awfully fast.

00:26:16.600 --> 00:26:20.860
You don’t know why, but something about
the car behind you makes you feel uneasy,

00:26:20.860 --> 00:26:22.659
there’s something off.

00:26:22.659 --> 00:26:24.740
You speed up a little.

00:26:24.740 --> 00:26:26.429
Maybe you can keep some distance from them.

00:26:26.429 --> 00:26:28.380
But the lights keep getting closer.

00:26:28.380 --> 00:26:30.570
So you speed up a little more.

00:26:30.570 --> 00:26:34.580
Still, they gain on you, growing bigger and
bigger in your rearview mirror.

00:26:34.580 --> 00:26:36.100
You’re getting nervous.

00:26:36.100 --> 00:26:38.970
They look like they are barreling right towards
you...

00:26:38.970 --> 00:26:40.650
You floor it.

00:26:40.650 --> 00:26:45.110
The lights are able to keep up easily though,
and now they’re right on your tail.

00:26:45.110 --> 00:26:48.899
No matter how fast you go they stay right
behind you.

00:26:48.899 --> 00:26:52.259
The lights are so bright and close that they’re
almost blinding.

00:26:52.259 --> 00:26:56.240
You’re in a full blown panic, what is going
on?

00:26:56.240 --> 00:26:58.461
Now the lights are swerving back and forth
behind you.

00:26:58.461 --> 00:26:59.461
What do they want?

00:26:59.461 --> 00:27:05.830
You take a sharp turn without indicating,
but they follow you without difficulty.

00:27:05.830 --> 00:27:10.259
You keep your foot smashed down on the accelerator,
your engine is screaming, but they just get

00:27:10.259 --> 00:27:11.980
closer and closer.

00:27:11.980 --> 00:27:13.929
They’re right on your bumper.

00:27:13.929 --> 00:27:18.049
The bright white lights burn your eyes so
bad that you swat at the rearview mirror to

00:27:18.049 --> 00:27:19.320
point it down.

00:27:19.320 --> 00:27:24.130
You look up just in time to see the deer standing
in the middle of the road.

00:27:24.130 --> 00:27:26.130
You slam on your brakes as hard as you can.

00:27:26.130 --> 00:27:30.549
Your tires squeal loudly in the night and
you brace yourself to both hit the deer and

00:27:30.549 --> 00:27:32.210
get rear ended from behind.

00:27:32.210 --> 00:27:36.059
You stop inches from the deer as something
incredible happens.

00:27:36.059 --> 00:27:40.980
The two headlights seem to split, passing
by you on either side of your car.

00:27:40.980 --> 00:27:45.519
You and the deer lock eyes for a split second
as if you’re both thinking “what was that?”

00:27:45.519 --> 00:27:48.779
before the deer hops away into the night.

00:27:48.779 --> 00:27:52.759
You don’t know what’s happening, but you’re
not going to wait around to find out.

00:27:52.759 --> 00:27:56.769
You throw the car in reverse and hit the gas,
before whipping it around one hundred and

00:27:56.769 --> 00:27:57.769
eighty degrees.

00:27:57.769 --> 00:28:01.730
You can’t remember how far the last town
was, but there’s no chance you’re going

00:28:01.730 --> 00:28:03.170
in the direction of those lights.

00:28:03.170 --> 00:28:07.710
You drive as fast as you can, checking your
mirror constantly to see if anything is behind

00:28:07.710 --> 00:28:08.760
you.

00:28:08.760 --> 00:28:09.820
Nothing.

00:28:09.820 --> 00:28:10.820
Just darkness.

00:28:10.820 --> 00:28:13.149
Maybe you’re finally safe.

00:28:13.149 --> 00:28:14.149
No!

00:28:14.149 --> 00:28:15.509
They’re right in front of you!

00:28:15.509 --> 00:28:18.600
The lights somehow appear out of nowhere right
in front of your car.

00:28:18.600 --> 00:28:22.980
You turn the wheel hard to avoid a head on
collision and you go flying off the road,

00:28:22.980 --> 00:28:27.350
smashing your head against the window as the
car goes flipping and rolling and tumbling.

00:28:27.350 --> 00:28:32.309
The car comes to a stop a hundred feet off
the road, upside down, with a lone blinking

00:28:32.309 --> 00:28:35.559
turn signal dimly lighting up the surrounding
field.

00:28:35.559 --> 00:28:40.600
A single headlight approaches the car, but
it’s not moving like a vehicle, it’s moving…

00:28:40.600 --> 00:28:42.330
like an animal.

00:28:42.330 --> 00:28:46.559
You’re concussed from the accident and your
vision is starting to fade.

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The last thing you see is a second light approaching.

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The next morning, the local sheriff is investigating
the scene of a single car accident.

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Curiously, there’s no body, just a few scraps
of clothing, and a pair of tennis shoes sitting

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neatly in the upside down roof of the car.

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Strangest though, are the childlike handprints
all over the dirty car door.

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The sheriff doesn’t know what to think.

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What the sheriff doesn’t know, is that he
has just come upon the aftermath of an SCP-745

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attack.

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A strange and mysterious creature known as…

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The Headlights.

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SCP-745 is the classification the SCP Foundation
has given to a bipedal, nocturnal predator

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whose hunting grounds are an abandoned stretch
of highway in Northern New Mexico.

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SCP-745’s most distinctive feature, by far,
is its head, the top of which is a bloated

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sack of translucent skin.

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There are no visible sensory organs present
on the head, nor does it appear to have a

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solid skull, and the creature’s brain can
be directly seen through the semi transparent

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skin which is covered in a web of bioluminescent
organs.

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These organs are capable of producing a steady
output of light that’s been measured between

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1400 to 3200 lumens, which is the equivalent
of bright, xenon gas headlights.

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The entity has been observed to have the ability
to change the color of this light, as well

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as flash it in specific patterns.

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It is theorized that it engages in this behavior
as a way to defend itself, and potentially

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may also use it as a way to communicate with
other members of its species.

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The rest of SCP-745’s body is covered in
skin that is a deep, dark, black color that

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almost seems to absorb light.

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This quality, when paired with their blindingly
bright head protrusion, gives the appearance

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of a floating point of light in the darkness.

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Because SCP-745 entities hunt almost exclusively
in pairs, with their preferred hunting grounds

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being remote sections of highway, they are
easily mistaken for oncoming or approaching

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headlights.

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Two SCP-745 entities are able to move together
in perfect synchronicity, running in tandem

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at speeds up to 180 kilometers per hour.

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Together they will target lone vehicles that
they spot on the highway and will begin to

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chase or run straight towards them, giving
the unlucky driver the impression that a fast

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moving car is rapidly approaching them.

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After they near the targeted car, they will
attempt to stop it by any means necessary,

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whether by simply forcing the driver to pull
over out of fear, or by running them off the

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road completely.

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Once their prey has stopped, crashed, or become
otherwise incapacitated, the pair will stop

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moving together and approach the car separately
to directly assault and then consume the vehicle’s

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occupants.

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Next to no remains are left following an attack,
save for a few scraps of clothing and the

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victim’s shoes.

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Other than the damage sustained during the
accident, there is never any other sign of

00:31:39.470 --> 00:31:44.460
struggle or forced entry, with the only other
evidence left at the scene being the child-like

00:31:44.460 --> 00:31:48.960
hand prints from SCP-745’s small front paws.

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Strangely, analysis of SCP-745’s genetic
structure has revealed that unlike humans,

00:31:55.070 --> 00:31:59.109
they are not a carbon based lifeform, meaning
it is unlikely then that they are able to

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derive any nutrition from the consuming of
human flesh.

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It is theorized then that they may be hunting
solely for sport or some other form of perverse

00:32:07.230 --> 00:32:08.230
enjoyment.

00:32:08.230 --> 00:32:14.249
This question remains unanswered, as currently
there are no recorded observations of SCP-745

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feeding in the wild, as successful attacks
have never left any witnesses, and specimens

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captured by the SCP Foundation refuse to eat
at all.

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No lairs, nests, or other refuge of SCP-745
has ever been found, nor has the Foundation

00:32:28.600 --> 00:32:32.030
located any breeding grounds or young examples
of the entity.

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It’s unknown how or if they reproduce, or
when they may have first appeared.

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What is known, is that they had established
a wide hunting territory across the American

00:32:42.280 --> 00:32:47.929
South West, until Foundation teams began a
program to thin their numbers in the 1960s.

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The effort appears to have been successful
so far, and all recent sightings of SCP-745

00:32:53.519 --> 00:32:57.820
have been limited to a specific stretch of
highway in Northern New Mexico.

00:32:57.820 --> 00:33:03.879
SCP-745 has been classified as Euclid, and
in order to limit potential exposure to civilians,

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the Foundation has purchased the land surrounding
the highway, with traffic being redirected

00:33:08.100 --> 00:33:10.070
to other roads.

00:33:10.070 --> 00:33:14.350
Foundation security teams disguised as highway
patrol officers are to remove any trespassers

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or lost travelers who accidentally find themselves
on the dangerous stretch of highway.

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The security teams are also tasked with attempting
to capture any instances of SCP-745 that they

00:33:24.649 --> 00:33:30.919
can, and any recovered creatures, live or
dead, are to be loaded into Class 3 BCU storage

00:33:30.919 --> 00:33:34.570
containers and transferred to Site 17 for
further study.

00:33:34.570 --> 00:33:38.590
Containment procedures that are able to preserve
living specimens are still being researched,

00:33:38.590 --> 00:33:44.299
and currently, no examples of SCP-745 have
survived for more than a week in captivity.

00:33:44.299 --> 00:33:49.590
However, seeing as there have been no new
sightings of SCP-745 outside of the isolated

00:33:49.590 --> 00:33:53.379
and monitored stretch of highway, and all
reports of phantom lights elsewhere in the

00:33:53.379 --> 00:33:58.710
country have not pointed to evidence of additional
SCP-745 outbreaks, they are considered to

00:33:58.710 --> 00:34:00.649
be effectively contained.

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A seven year old girl and her thirteen year
old brother are settling in for their favorite

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after school activity - watching TV.

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The children’s parents won’t be home from
work for several hours, and watching the after

00:34:28.910 --> 00:34:34.150
school programming together before making
a snack is a staple of their day.

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The boy takes his normal position on the couch
as the girl plants herself right in front

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of the television and turns it on.

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This is the time when Pretty Pony Paradise
comes on and she never misses an episode.

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Her brother would prefer something else, but
he also loves to see his sister happy so he

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always lets her watch the ponies have their
adventures.

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Today though, when she turns to the right
channel, there’s something else.

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Instead of the usual Pretty Pony theme song,
circus music comes out of the television speakers.

00:35:04.030 --> 00:35:09.000
The girl watches as the brightly colored words
“Bobble the Clown” appear on the screen.

00:35:09.000 --> 00:35:14.070
“Hey, this isn’t Pretty Ponies” she
says to her brother, but when she looks back,

00:35:14.070 --> 00:35:15.530
he’s asleep.

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The girl isn’t happy, but she decides to
give this new show a chance.

00:35:19.880 --> 00:35:22.500
And maybe her pony show will come on after
anyway.

00:35:22.500 --> 00:35:27.570
The circus music stops and a happy looking
clown cartwheels on to the screen.

00:35:27.570 --> 00:35:31.960
“Hello Kids!” the garish clown says, “Do
you like…

00:35:31.960 --> 00:35:32.960
Fun?”

00:35:32.960 --> 00:35:34.380
The girl did like fun.

00:35:34.380 --> 00:35:37.650
Perhaps this new show wouldn’t be so bad.

00:35:37.650 --> 00:35:42.980
She watches as Bobble walks down the street
of an average, happy American small town.

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Everyone seems to love the happy clown, waving
at him as he passes by.

00:35:47.130 --> 00:35:50.390
Bobble pauses in front of a house where a
man is mowing the lawn.

00:35:50.390 --> 00:35:55.160
He convinces the man to stop his yard work
and join him, and the two happily head down

00:35:55.160 --> 00:35:57.190
the sidewalk together.

00:35:57.190 --> 00:36:01.451
The girl is a little confused by this show,
there’s not much in the way of jokes, but

00:36:01.451 --> 00:36:04.410
she decides to keep watching anyway.

00:36:04.410 --> 00:36:08.560
Bobble and his new friend stop in front of
a house that is painted to resemble a circus

00:36:08.560 --> 00:36:11.370
tent, this must be where Bobble lives.

00:36:11.370 --> 00:36:14.950
He invites the man in and they both enter
the house.

00:36:14.950 --> 00:36:19.860
Inside, Bobble motions for the man to sit
while he prepares some refreshments.

00:36:19.860 --> 00:36:22.690
The girl watches as Bobble moves to the kitchen.

00:36:22.690 --> 00:36:27.920
There he begins sharpening knives as he explains
directly to the camera the best way to prepare

00:36:27.920 --> 00:36:32.510
meat - the way the skin must carefully be
removed from the flesh, and how the bones

00:36:32.510 --> 00:36:35.400
should be saved for future soup stocks.

00:36:35.400 --> 00:36:39.830
The girl watches with fascination as Bobble
teaches his special lesson.

00:36:39.830 --> 00:36:42.280
Maybe this is a good show after all.

00:36:42.280 --> 00:36:46.110
Maybe… this is her new favorite show.

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The girl gets up, her brother still asleep,
and heads to the kitchen.

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She pulls out a drawer to help her reach the
counter where the knife block is located and

00:36:54.950 --> 00:36:57.610
pulls out the meat cleaver.

00:36:57.610 --> 00:37:03.350
She looks at it gleaming in the light, entranced
by its sharp, shiny edge.

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The girl returns to the living room and gets
up onto the couch next to her sleeping brother.

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She watches as Bobble steps away from his
pot of red, boiling meat, and looks right

00:37:13.500 --> 00:37:15.300
into the camera.

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The girl stands up and holds up the meat cleaver.

00:37:19.090 --> 00:37:23.520
Bobble walks towards the camera with fascination
in his eyes, as if he can see through the

00:37:23.520 --> 00:37:26.940
screen and is watching the girl.

00:37:26.940 --> 00:37:33.340
She slowly raises the knife above her head
as Bobble starts whispering “come on, do

00:37:33.340 --> 00:37:36.820
it” licking his lips in anticipation.

00:37:36.820 --> 00:37:41.870
The girl pauses for a second, looks at her
sleeping brother one more time, and brings

00:37:41.870 --> 00:37:43.270
the cleaver down.

00:37:43.270 --> 00:37:44.270
Hi!

00:37:44.270 --> 00:37:51.330
I’m Dr. Bob, and this is SCP-993, also known
as...

00:37:51.330 --> 00:37:53.010
Bobble the Clown.

00:37:53.010 --> 00:37:56.250
But first, there’s something I need from
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Now, back to our file.

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SCP-993 is the designation the SCP Foundation
has given to a children’s television program

00:38:21.410 --> 00:38:23.930
entitled “Bobble the Clown.”

00:38:23.930 --> 00:38:28.720
At first glance, the Bobble the Clown show
appears to be a standard, children’s educational

00:38:28.720 --> 00:38:33.580
cartoon, with bright colors, a mascot, and
a rote formula that involves the titular character

00:38:33.580 --> 00:38:38.530
of Bobble the Clown learning a new skill or
engaging in a new activity.

00:38:38.530 --> 00:38:43.000
The program appears to have no recurring supporting
cast, with Bobble being the only character

00:38:43.000 --> 00:38:45.150
who returns to each episode.

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The settings usually change between episodes
as well, with Bobble often being seen in a

00:38:49.710 --> 00:38:52.620
new or unique location.

00:38:52.620 --> 00:38:56.440
Despite appearing as a show made for children,
the anomalous properties exhibited by this

00:38:56.440 --> 00:39:00.740
strange television program make themselves
apparent almost immediately.

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First, anyone older than the age of ten who
watches the show will immediately fall unconscious

00:39:05.980 --> 00:39:11.160
as soon as it begins, and will remain in a
comatose state until the program ends.

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Upon waking, they will report having felt
a painful, stabbing headache just prior to

00:39:15.580 --> 00:39:17.610
falling unconscious.

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The show’s most disturbing property though,
is what has been described by those under

00:39:21.660 --> 00:39:24.560
the age of ten who are able to view the program.

00:39:24.560 --> 00:39:28.830
They report seeing Bobble the Clown teach
lessons similar to the way many children’s

00:39:28.830 --> 00:39:34.070
shows extoll the virtues of good hygiene,
or going to bed on time, but with Bobble,

00:39:34.070 --> 00:39:37.210
the lessons are quite different.

00:39:37.210 --> 00:39:41.850
Topics that Bobble has presented lessons on
and encouraged children to try have included

00:39:41.850 --> 00:39:45.120
torture, murder, and even cannibalism.

00:39:45.120 --> 00:39:50.010
As the subject watches, the lessons appear
to become ingrained in their minds, and repeated

00:39:50.010 --> 00:39:54.740
exposure to the show has resulted in permanent
effects that resemble symptoms of psychosis

00:39:54.740 --> 00:39:56.810
and schizophrenia.

00:39:56.810 --> 00:40:00.710
Documented episodes of Bobble the Clown have
included “Bobble in the Big City” in which

00:40:00.710 --> 00:40:05.270
Bobble appears in a large United States city
reminiscent of New York, and instructs the

00:40:05.270 --> 00:40:09.710
viewer on various ways to avoid detection
when lighting fires with common resources

00:40:09.710 --> 00:40:11.630
like mosquito coils.

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The episode ends with Bobble setting fire
to a large building before he exits the screen.

00:40:16.650 --> 00:40:20.650
The camera continues to stay locked on the
burning building for several more minutes

00:40:20.650 --> 00:40:23.680
as the sound of screams can be heard.

00:40:23.680 --> 00:40:28.810
In another titled “Bobble’s Sneaky Saturday,”
Bobble is again in a major city, this time

00:40:28.810 --> 00:40:33.080
one that looks similar to London, England,
with the Elizabeth Tower containing Big Ben

00:40:33.080 --> 00:40:34.990
visible in the background.

00:40:34.990 --> 00:40:39.810
In this episode, Bobble is shown to be quietly
following a woman as she walks into her home.

00:40:39.810 --> 00:40:44.940
Once she arrives, Bobble attacks her with
a large butcher knife before giving the audience

00:40:44.940 --> 00:40:48.750
tips on how to remain unnoticed in crowded
places.

00:40:48.750 --> 00:40:54.070
“Bobble Gets the Truth” finds the clown
in a prisoner of war camp, where Bobble is

00:40:54.070 --> 00:40:58.730
shown torturing a captured soldier as he asks
him nonsensical questions that the soldier

00:40:58.730 --> 00:41:00.720
can not possibly answer.

00:41:00.720 --> 00:41:05.690
This continues until the prisoner dies, after
which Bobble details methods for inflicting

00:41:05.690 --> 00:41:07.840
painful, but non-lethal injuries.

00:41:07.840 --> 00:41:14.110
“Bobble Hates You” is one of the most
unnerving of the documented episodes, and

00:41:14.110 --> 00:41:19.150
consists of Bobble sitting alone in a blank
room, silently and angrily staring at the

00:41:19.150 --> 00:41:22.360
viewer for a full thirty minutes.

00:41:22.360 --> 00:41:26.800
But the strangest of all is from an episode
title filled with expletives, in which Bobble

00:41:26.800 --> 00:41:31.960
appears to be in a Foundation secure site
video archive room - the same one where recordings

00:41:31.960 --> 00:41:34.820
of Bobble the Clown are stored.

00:41:34.820 --> 00:41:41.180
In this episode, a rage filled Bobble describes
methods for breaching several SCP’s containment.

00:41:41.180 --> 00:41:46.600
He then gives personal details about the researchers
assigned to these SCPs including their daily

00:41:46.600 --> 00:41:51.520
routines before offering several potential
ways to murder them.

00:41:51.520 --> 00:41:57.220
An interesting detail about this episode,
at one point an animated depiction of a particular

00:41:57.220 --> 00:42:00.730
SCP Foundation researcher is seen to walk
past Bobble.

00:42:00.730 --> 00:42:05.810
A clock on the wall shows the time, and this
same researcher later confirmed that they

00:42:05.810 --> 00:42:11.090
did in fact walk through the video archive
at this exact time, but had no recollection

00:42:11.090 --> 00:42:16.170
of seeing an animated Clown filming a television
program in the room when they did so.

00:42:16.170 --> 00:42:21.050
Episodes of Bobble the Clown continue to be
broadcast from an unknown source, but future

00:42:21.050 --> 00:42:25.980
episodes are to be intercepted using Protocol
Upsilon-Beta 3 to prevent them from being

00:42:25.980 --> 00:42:27.660
seen by the public.

00:42:27.660 --> 00:42:32.670
All broadcasts are recorded for the Foundation’s
archives and in order to perform research

00:42:32.670 --> 00:42:37.630
on the anomaly, subjects under the age of
ten must be used to view them.

00:42:37.630 --> 00:42:41.810
Once the viewers have described what takes
place in the episode, they are then to immediately

00:42:41.810 --> 00:42:45.120
be administered Class A amnestics.

00:42:45.120 --> 00:42:48.850
Despite the danger these episodes pose to
those who view them, since they are able to

00:42:48.850 --> 00:42:55.380
be reliably blocked from public broadcast,
SCP-993 has been classified as Safe, and for

00:42:55.380 --> 00:43:00.620
now, Bobble the Clown appears to be contained
as well it can be.

00:43:00.620 --> 00:43:05.270
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, and once again, please join me

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the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.

00:43:18.710 --> 00:43:22.330
A child is sleeping happily in their bed dreaming
of Christmas morning

00:43:22.330 --> 00:43:31.950
What they don’t hear as they sleep, is the
sound of SCP-4666 slipping into their room.

00:43:31.950 --> 00:43:38.220
SCP-4666 watches the child for just a moment
before reaching into a giant bag…

00:43:38.220 --> 00:43:39.220
Hi!

00:43:39.220 --> 00:43:46.900
I’m Dr. Bob, and THIS is SCP-4666, also
known as...

00:43:46.900 --> 00:43:49.780
The Yule Man.

00:43:49.780 --> 00:43:56.260
SCP-4666 is thought to be a single humanoid
entity, but one that has been alive for an

00:43:56.260 --> 00:43:58.580
incredibly long time.

00:43:58.580 --> 00:44:04.660
Those who have come into contact with SCP-4666
and lived to tell the tale describe him as

00:44:04.660 --> 00:44:09.010
being very tall, between 2 and 2.3 meters.

00:44:09.010 --> 00:44:12.530
He also appears to be very old and very thin.

00:44:12.530 --> 00:44:16.730
He always appears without clothing, even when
the weather is below freezing and would be

00:44:16.730 --> 00:44:20.450
much too cold for any normal human to survive.

00:44:20.450 --> 00:44:28.320
Though the true extent of his anomalous properties
are still unknown, SCP-4666 seems to be able

00:44:28.320 --> 00:44:33.790
to travel instantaneously to any location
on earth above the 40th line of north latitude,

00:44:33.790 --> 00:44:38.450
and may actually be able to travel anywhere
on the planet.

00:44:38.450 --> 00:44:44.781
Encounters with SCP-4666 have only been reported
during a very specific time of year, a period

00:44:44.781 --> 00:44:49.950
of twelve nights running from the night of
December 21st to the early morning hours of

00:44:49.950 --> 00:44:52.340
January 2nd.

00:44:52.340 --> 00:44:58.391
This period is known as SCP-4666’s active
phase and the encounters with the anomalous

00:44:58.391 --> 00:45:03.290
humanoid creature have been termed “Weissnacht
Events.”

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During these events, SCP-4666 appears at family
dwellings, all of which so far have a few

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things in common.

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One, they are all isolated in rural areas.

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Two, they are in locations with snow that
covers the area for the duration of the event.

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And three, they are all home to a family with
at least one child under the age of eight.

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In places that match all of those characteristics,
Weissnacht Events sometimes occur and always

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follow the same basic progression.

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During the first seven nights, the children
will report seeing a strange figure within

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the vicinity of the home.

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The entity will seem to be watching the home
from a distance, such as from across a field

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or from the edge of a nearby forest.

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Some children have even reported waking up
at night to find SCP-4666 watching them sleep

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through a window.

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On nights eight through eleven, other family
members will report haering the entity, such

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as footsteps on the roof or in the attic.

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A bad smelling odor will also start to be
noticed in the house but no source of the

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smell is ever found.

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These strange occurrences will often lead
the family to think their house may be “haunted”

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or that they’re being terrorized by a madman.

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Finally, on the twelfth night one of two scenarios
can occur.

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In the first, which happens roughly fifteen
percent of the time, families will often report

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that they heard footsteps during the night
inside of their house, but there is never

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any sign of forced entry like broken windows
or doors.

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In the morning, the children will find crudely
made toys at the foot of their beds.

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For the lucky ones, this is the end of the
Weissnact Event for them.

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The roughly 85% who experience the other scenario
are considerably less lucky.

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In the vast majority of cases, the twelfth
night is a horrible experience.

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SCP-4666 still enters the home on the final
night, but rather than leave presents for

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the children, it incapacitates the family
and moves them all into a single room, where

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it proceeds to kill them one by one in view
of the rest of the family.

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The exact method of killing varies from event
to event, but there’s almost always an element

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of torture that occurs before they are finally
killed and this torture may serve a ritualistic

00:47:29.030 --> 00:47:30.410
purpose.

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The entire family is killed except for one
of the children who is under the age of eight.

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This child is instead abducted and placed
into a giant bag SCP-4666 carries with it.

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SCP-4666’s existence was first noted in
1974, by the Foundation’s then new Anomalous

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Signature Recognition Program, which alerted
the foundation to several suspiciously similar

00:47:55.010 --> 00:47:59.990
home invasions and murders that occurred throughout
the northern hemisphere on the night of January

00:47:59.990 --> 00:48:01.280
1st.

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Further research uncovered evidence for what
was most likely other Weissnacht Events every

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single year dating back all the way to the
late 18th century, with there being on average

00:48:11.760 --> 00:48:16.710
a little more than three events per year,
and there’s even been evidence of references

00:48:16.710 --> 00:48:24.140
to what may be SCP-4666 dating all the way
back to the first and second century A.D.

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Identical fingerprints have been found at
all of the houses which matched the conditions

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for Weissnacht Events and have been matched
to a recovered partial print from all the

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way back in 1873.

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These fingerprints have characteristics that
don’t match any known human fingerprints,

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and the human-like white hairs that have also
been recovered do not appear to contain human

00:48:44.980 --> 00:48:48.880
DNA, or any DNA at all for that matter.

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In the rare Weissnacht Events where SCP-4666
does not murder the family and gifts are left

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behind, the gifts are anything but normal.

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The gifts, known as SCP-4666-A’s, appear
to be made from the bodies of children that

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SCP-4666 abducted from other homes.

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In one case from 2018 at the home of a family
in Alaska, a lifesize doll made from the body

00:49:15.771 --> 00:49:18.210
of a female child was left behind.

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The doll was wearing a dirty dress made from
sewn together rags, that was in some places

00:49:24.010 --> 00:49:26.380
sewn directly to the skin.

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Her mouth had been sewn shut and painted red
with human blood.

00:49:30.870 --> 00:49:35.600
Another child’s fingernails had been glued
over her own and three fingers were missing

00:49:35.600 --> 00:49:36.600
completely.

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The scalp had also been replaced with another
child’s scalp and hair like a crude wig.

00:49:41.820 --> 00:49:47.230
Worst of all, both eyes had been removed and
replaced with two stones which were painted

00:49:47.230 --> 00:49:50.430
to look like eyes.

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But most frightening of all was that the child
who had been turned into a doll was somehow

00:49:55.800 --> 00:49:57.190
still alive.

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Authorities took the girl to a hospital where
she was able to give a brief interview.

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She explained that the man who abducted her
had killed his parents before putting her

00:50:05.890 --> 00:50:09.620
into a giant bag where there were other children
too.

00:50:09.620 --> 00:50:15.560
SCP-4666 took the children somewhere deep
below the earth in a cave system full of ice

00:50:15.560 --> 00:50:17.140
and bones.

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There they were forced to make crude toys
until they couldn’t go on any longer, at

00:50:22.780 --> 00:50:25.230
which point they became toys.

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The girl, now known to be Ekaterina Morozova,
had been abducted two years previously in

00:50:30.920 --> 00:50:33.050
a known Weissnacht Event.

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She survived for only eighteen hours after
being discovered.

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An autopsy revealed many terrible injuries
and the cause of death was found to be from

00:50:41.620 --> 00:50:43.470
severe, sustained malnourishment

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SCP-4666 has been classified as keter and
is currently not contained.

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The foundation monitors web traffic and law
enforcement channels for any evidence of SCP-4666

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activity and especially any potential Weissnacht
Events such as cases or stalking reported

00:51:01.670 --> 00:51:07.510
during the twelve night active phase or other
strange phenomena at houses with young children.

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Should a Weissnacht Events be suspected to
be in progress, the nearest Containment Task

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Force is dispatched to attempt to contain
SCP-4666 using the standard PDP 8 Humanoid

00:51:18.390 --> 00:51:20.130
First Contact Protocols.

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So far, no such containment attempt has been
successful.

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Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, and be sure to subscribe as we

00:51:30.590 --> 00:51:36.160
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

00:51:36.160 --> 00:51:42.500
It’s 1916, right in the middle of World
War One, and a British soldier is huddled

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in a trench, occasionally peeking over the
top.

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He’s supposed to be on watch, but there’s
little to see in the darkness that hangs over

00:51:50.370 --> 00:51:52.150
no man’s land.

00:51:52.150 --> 00:51:53.871
But then he spots something.

00:51:53.871 --> 00:51:54.871
Something big.

00:51:54.871 --> 00:52:01.120
It’s a shadowy figure, only about twenty
feet away, and it looks like it’s digging

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in the mud.

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It’s too dark to make out what he’s looking
at, so the soldier shoots a flare into the

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sky, lighting up the battlefield with a dull
red light.

00:52:11.450 --> 00:52:16.510
Now he can see it clearly and it’s like
nothing he’s ever seen before.

00:52:16.510 --> 00:52:21.510
A huge, terrifying monster, picking up bodies
out of the mud.

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The soldier can only stare, petrified by what
he’s seeing in front of him, when the creature

00:52:26.820 --> 00:52:29.900
suddenly turns to stare back at him.

00:52:29.900 --> 00:52:30.900
And smiles.

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Hi!

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I’m Dr. Bob, and THIS is SCP-3456, also
known as...

00:52:40.280 --> 00:52:44.470
The Orcadian Horsemen.

00:52:44.470 --> 00:52:50.470
SCP-3456 is the designation given to a group
of quadrupeds, of which the exact number that

00:52:50.470 --> 00:52:52.960
exists is unknown.

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These entities resemble horses, though with
some marked differences.

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SCP-3456s lack any hair and their thick skin
is translucent revealing the fat and muscle

00:53:04.580 --> 00:53:05.870
underneath.

00:53:05.870 --> 00:53:11.610
They have three toed hooves, and strangest
of all, they have one or more human shaped

00:53:11.610 --> 00:53:14.800
torsos fused to their backs.

00:53:14.800 --> 00:53:20.040
Each torso has a pair of arms and a head,
but no legs, the torso seeming to meld directly

00:53:20.040 --> 00:53:22.670
into the back of the creature’s horse-like
body.

00:53:22.670 --> 00:53:27.730
The arms are much longer than those of a human,
with a total wingspan that is double the anomaly’s

00:53:27.730 --> 00:53:28.730
height.

00:53:28.730 --> 00:53:32.800
The arms are so long they typically drag along
the ground when the creature moves.

00:53:32.800 --> 00:53:36.890
At the end of each arm are five sharpened
bones that protrude from where fingers would

00:53:36.890 --> 00:53:39.330
normally be.

00:53:39.330 --> 00:53:45.960
Instead of a nose, most instances of SCP-3456
have a hole in the middle of the face, which

00:53:45.960 --> 00:53:51.720
is capable of producing a high-pitched scream
that is as loud as a jet engine.

00:53:51.720 --> 00:53:57.860
SCP-3456 instances vary in size, with the
largest recorded manifestation standing 30

00:53:57.860 --> 00:54:01.070
meters tall and 15 meters long.

00:54:01.070 --> 00:54:05.720
Their bodies have also shown to be quite resilient,
and are completely impervious to conventional

00:54:05.720 --> 00:54:07.650
weaponry.

00:54:07.650 --> 00:54:11.910
The anomalous creatures have displayed a high
level of adaptive intelligence, using complex

00:54:11.910 --> 00:54:16.380
tactics like setting up ambushes through the
use of property destruction and psychological

00:54:16.380 --> 00:54:20.040
manipulation to lure targets into traps.

00:54:20.040 --> 00:54:26.000
This high level of intelligence has led many
at the Foundation to believe that SCP-3456

00:54:26.000 --> 00:54:29.110
is sapient.

00:54:29.110 --> 00:54:35.250
Any direct observation of an SCP-3456 instance
will cause the entity to become aware of its

00:54:35.250 --> 00:54:40.180
observer, at which point it will display this
awareness by turning in the exact direction

00:54:40.180 --> 00:54:41.960
of the observer.

00:54:41.960 --> 00:54:48.830
Once an instance of SCP-3456 has spotted its
observer, it will engage in predatory behavior,

00:54:48.830 --> 00:54:53.720
stalking its witness and pursuing them far
beyond the initial site of manifestation,

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all the while concealing itself and using
camouflage as it chases them.

00:54:59.190 --> 00:55:05.520
SCP-3456 will repeat this behavior over and
over, intentionally letting itself be seen

00:55:05.520 --> 00:55:10.650
by observers over and over as it hunts down
and takes each one, until it has captured

00:55:10.650 --> 00:55:14.100
a large number of individuals and suddenly
dematerializes.

00:55:14.100 --> 00:55:21.080
It’s currently unknown where SCP-3456 takes
its victims or what happens to them once it

00:55:21.080 --> 00:55:27.550
dematerializes, nor is it known how many victims
3456 needs to capture before it is satisfied

00:55:27.550 --> 00:55:32.860
and dematerializes for good, as the number
taken has varied between instances.

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It’s not currently understood why, but SCP-3456
is either unwilling, or unable to cross bodies

00:55:39.980 --> 00:55:44.780
of freshwater, and making it to the other
side of a freshwater source like a river,

00:55:44.780 --> 00:55:50.140
lake, or even a stream is the only currently
known way to escape the anomaly once it begins

00:55:50.140 --> 00:55:52.540
its pursuit.

00:55:52.540 --> 00:55:58.290
Instances of SCP-3456 typically appear near
sites of mass human suffering, such as battlefields

00:55:58.290 --> 00:56:03.500
and natural or manmade disasters, and there
have been numerous reports and sightings of

00:56:03.500 --> 00:56:10.220
3456s at historical events throughout the
19th, 20th, and 21st centuries, with multiple

00:56:10.220 --> 00:56:14.380
manifestations often appearing at the same
event.

00:56:14.380 --> 00:56:19.740
One Foundation report contains an account
of an SCP-3456 instance appearing during the

00:56:19.740 --> 00:56:22.750
first World War at the Battle of the Somme.

00:56:22.750 --> 00:56:26.190
Rumors spread through the British troops in
their trenches of the appearance of a mythical

00:56:26.190 --> 00:56:31.380
creature many believe to be the Nuckelavee,
a horse-like demon with origins in Orcadian

00:56:31.380 --> 00:56:32.780
mythology.

00:56:32.780 --> 00:56:38.620
Like many SCPs, this ancient folktale turned
out to have very real origins.

00:56:38.620 --> 00:56:43.090
British Infantryman Dave Harkand kept a journal
which described giant hoof prints appearing

00:56:43.090 --> 00:56:48.450
in the battlefield mud, and soldiers disappearing
under mysterious circumstances, appearing

00:56:48.450 --> 00:56:52.850
to be killed by forces even more terrifying
than what the war could produce.

00:56:52.850 --> 00:56:57.300
Harkand describes one soldier who was firing
on advancing Germans when the mud beneath

00:56:57.300 --> 00:56:59.780
his feet started boiling.

00:56:59.780 --> 00:57:05.270
Before anyone could react, mud went flying
everywhere, and everyone was knocked to their

00:57:05.270 --> 00:57:06.270
feet.

00:57:06.270 --> 00:57:10.610
The soldier was gone, not even a bodypart
remained, and Harkand was sure he saw bony

00:57:10.610 --> 00:57:16.010
protrusions reaching up out of the mud underneath
the soldier just before he disappeared.

00:57:16.010 --> 00:57:21.500
No long after, Harkand spotted the Orkadian
Horseman on the battlefield, and the horseman

00:57:21.500 --> 00:57:23.160
spotted Harkand.

00:57:23.160 --> 00:57:29.780
He watched as the instance of SCP-3456 picked
bodies out of the mud and carried them off

00:57:29.780 --> 00:57:31.580
into the darkness.

00:57:31.580 --> 00:57:38.190
He took several shots at the entity with his
rifle but the bullets had no effect.

00:57:38.190 --> 00:57:43.870
As days passed, the half-man, half-horse continued
to appear night after night, always doing

00:57:43.870 --> 00:57:48.970
the same thing - picking up injured soldiers
off the battlefield and taking them into the

00:57:48.970 --> 00:57:49.970
darkness.

00:57:49.970 --> 00:57:55.760
It would always look back at Harkand, seemingly
taunting him, or inviting him to try following

00:57:55.760 --> 00:57:57.070
it.

00:57:57.070 --> 00:58:03.960
Soon more instances of SCP-3456 appeared,
many with more than one torso on their back.

00:58:03.960 --> 00:58:08.910
And then they began laying traps, burying
themselves in the mud and waiting for the

00:58:08.910 --> 00:58:10.750
soldiers to rush over them.

00:58:10.750 --> 00:58:15.830
Dave Harkand was declared missing in action
at the Battle of the Somme and it’s presumed

00:58:15.830 --> 00:58:23.100
he was taken by the same instance of SCP-3456
that he first observed.

00:58:23.100 --> 00:58:28.850
Another firsthand account of an encounter
with SCP-3456 occurred following the 2011

00:58:28.850 --> 00:58:32.970
earthquake and subsequent nuclear disaster
in Fukushima, Japan.

00:58:32.970 --> 00:58:41.280
With over 2,500 missing persons, several manifestations
of SCP-3456 were reported in the areas affected

00:58:41.280 --> 00:58:46.240
by the quake and SCP Foundation reconnaissance
teams were sent to investigate, two of which

00:58:46.240 --> 00:58:51.280
were quickly wiped out during encounters with
3456s.

00:58:51.280 --> 00:58:56.470
One squad, after exploring the evacuated city
and not finding anything, spotted an instance

00:58:56.470 --> 00:59:01.770
of SCP-3456 standing motionless in the middle
of an intersection.

00:59:01.770 --> 00:59:06.240
As they laid eyes on the Orkadian Horseman,
the human torso that was hanging limp off

00:59:06.240 --> 00:59:11.870
the motionless horse’s body stood upright
and began swinging its arms, damaging and

00:59:11.870 --> 00:59:14.700
destroying the buildings and structures around
it.

00:59:14.700 --> 00:59:19.600
It then turned towards the team and emitted
an ear shatteringly loud shriek from the hole

00:59:19.600 --> 00:59:23.180
where its nose should be, before beginning
its pursuit.

00:59:23.180 --> 00:59:28.290
The team immediately began evacuation procedures,
even ordering a drone strike in an attempt

00:59:28.290 --> 00:59:31.680
to slow down the chasing anomaly.

00:59:31.680 --> 00:59:37.060
The team took shelter in an abandoned high-rise
building, but knew their only chance of escape

00:59:37.060 --> 00:59:41.170
was if they could make it over the nearest
body of freshwater, which would mean crossing

00:59:41.170 --> 00:59:45.410
a bridge over the Arakawa River which was
a kilometer away.

00:59:45.410 --> 00:59:51.150
The team was 50 yards away from the bridge
with no further signs of SCP-3456 when one

00:59:51.150 --> 00:59:53.890
emerged from a side street right next to them.

00:59:53.890 --> 00:59:58.510
Small arms fire was used against the creature
and two rocket propelled grenades were fired

00:59:58.510 --> 01:00:01.110
at it, but all had no effect.

01:00:01.110 --> 01:00:05.320
A flash bang detonated in the anomalies face
bought enough time for some of the squad to

01:00:05.320 --> 01:00:09.890
make it across the bridge and escape, but
two members or the team were carried away

01:00:09.890 --> 01:00:16.770
by SCP-3456, with the last image captured
by one of the squad’s helmet mounted cam

01:00:16.770 --> 01:00:23.800
being a shot of the Orkadian Horseman smiling
just before it demanifested.

01:00:23.800 --> 01:00:30.010
SCP-3456 is currently uncontained and due
to its extremely dangerous nature, and the

01:00:30.010 --> 01:00:34.700
lack of any containment procedures, it has
been designated Keter class.

01:00:34.700 --> 01:00:39.210
Any personnel who observe the entity are to
be treated with Class G amnestics and their

01:00:39.210 --> 01:00:45.070
assigned treatment facility must be located
within one kilometer of a body of freshwater.

01:00:45.070 --> 01:00:51.810
The Foundation has an ongoing project to attribute
any historical references to SCP-3456 to myth,

01:00:51.810 --> 01:00:57.610
shell shock, hysteria, or PTSD and any reports
of loss of life or property damage involving

01:00:57.610 --> 01:01:02.500
the anomaly are to be replaced with explanations
that attribute the cause to other natural

01:01:02.500 --> 01:01:05.350
or manmade events.

01:01:05.350 --> 01:01:10.680
Regions where SCP-3456 is more likely to appear
are to be closely monitored with personnel

01:01:10.680 --> 01:01:13.120
ready to assist in evacuation efforts.

01:01:13.120 --> 01:01:20.150
But above all else, direct observation of
SCP-3456 MUST be avoided, since once that

01:01:20.150 --> 01:01:26.350
has happened, there’s very little even the
SCP Foundation can do to protect you.

01:01:26.350 --> 01:01:31.090
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, and be sure to subscribe as we

01:01:31.090 --> 01:01:38.690
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

01:01:38.690 --> 01:01:43.070
A young man is with a group of friends eating
lunch in their college cafeteria.

01:01:43.070 --> 01:01:46.980
His friends are talking and laughing, but
they soon notice that the young man has hardly

01:01:46.980 --> 01:01:48.120
said a word.

01:01:48.120 --> 01:01:51.310
He seems distracted by something.

01:01:51.310 --> 01:01:53.440
Sitting a few tables away is a young woman.

01:01:53.440 --> 01:01:58.960
She’s eating by herself, and in fact the
whole table around her is empty.

01:01:58.960 --> 01:02:03.210
As he stares, one of the young man’s friends
leans over and tells him to snap out of it,

01:02:03.210 --> 01:02:07.870
that the young woman he is staring at is weird,
and he’s better off leaving her alone.

01:02:07.870 --> 01:02:09.870
The young man doesn’t think she looks weird.

01:02:09.870 --> 01:02:12.290
In fact he thinks she looks nice.

01:02:12.290 --> 01:02:17.120
Plus he’s seen her in one of his classes
and she doesn’t seem strange, just shy.

01:02:17.120 --> 01:02:21.380
The young man’s friends watch as he gets
up from his table and goes to sit across from

01:02:21.380 --> 01:02:22.790
the young woman.

01:02:22.790 --> 01:02:27.710
She seems surprised when he tells her “hi,”
as if she doesn’t know what to say back.

01:02:27.710 --> 01:02:31.630
The young man tells her that he’s seen her
in his anatomy class and introduces himself

01:02:31.630 --> 01:02:34.130
to her, extending a hand.

01:02:34.130 --> 01:02:38.760
After a brief moment, she returns his handshake,
she’s seen him in the class too.

01:02:38.760 --> 01:02:42.710
The two start talking, having one of those
awkward first conversations that happen with

01:02:42.710 --> 01:02:44.350
someone you like.

01:02:44.350 --> 01:02:48.230
They talk a bit about their class - they both
find it very difficult; about their majors

01:02:48.230 --> 01:02:52.970
- both pre-med; and where they live - he on
campus, her off.

01:02:52.970 --> 01:02:57.750
The young man needs to get going to his next
class, but he asks if she wants to study together

01:02:57.750 --> 01:02:58.750
some time.

01:02:58.750 --> 01:03:02.850
She seems hesitant, but then agrees to at
least exchange phone numbers.

01:03:02.850 --> 01:03:06.890
The young man walks away from the table with
a big smile on his face.

01:03:06.890 --> 01:03:10.160
That night, the young man is studying in his
dorm.

01:03:10.160 --> 01:03:13.820
His roommate asks him if he wants to come
with him to a party, but the young man tells

01:03:13.820 --> 01:03:17.800
him no, he has a big test coming up and needs
to focus on it.

01:03:17.800 --> 01:03:21.540
His roommate leaves and he checks his phone
for the hundredth time that night… still

01:03:21.540 --> 01:03:23.240
no messages.

01:03:23.240 --> 01:03:26.630
Just as he sets it back on his desk though,
it chimes.

01:03:26.630 --> 01:03:29.260
There’s a text, and it’s from her!

01:03:29.260 --> 01:03:30.830
“This stuff is really hard.

01:03:30.830 --> 01:03:32.490
Do you want to study together?”

01:03:32.490 --> 01:03:33.750
The young man is excited.

01:03:33.750 --> 01:03:35.540
Of course he wants to study together.

01:03:35.540 --> 01:03:36.540
Where?

01:03:36.540 --> 01:03:37.540
Her apartment?

01:03:37.540 --> 01:03:38.540
Great!

01:03:38.540 --> 01:03:42.370
The young man doesn’t waste any time, grabs
his jacket and his books and heads out.

01:03:42.370 --> 01:03:46.690
It’s starting to snow lightly as he bikes
to her apartment which is a couple miles off

01:03:46.690 --> 01:03:47.690
campus.

01:03:47.690 --> 01:03:51.670
He’s feeling a little nervous as he locks
up his bike and walks to her door.

01:03:51.670 --> 01:03:53.330
He knocks and the door opens.

01:03:53.330 --> 01:03:58.300
There she is, the young woman, looking just
as nice as she did in the cafeteria.

01:03:58.300 --> 01:04:00.380
The young woman shows him into her apartment.

01:04:00.380 --> 01:04:03.820
She offers him a glass of wine before they
sit down and get to studying.

01:04:03.820 --> 01:04:07.680
In between quizzing each other on the human
circulatory system, the two chat, getting

01:04:07.680 --> 01:04:10.200
to know each other a little better.

01:04:10.200 --> 01:04:12.820
Eventually she tells him that she has something
she needs to ask him.

01:04:12.820 --> 01:04:15.200
She wants to know if he thinks she’s weird.

01:04:15.200 --> 01:04:19.480
The young man is taken aback and answers no,
not at all.

01:04:19.480 --> 01:04:23.580
She tells him that she knows it sounds stupid,
but when she was younger, a rumor went around

01:04:23.580 --> 01:04:26.350
her school that she was some kind of witch.

01:04:26.350 --> 01:04:30.050
She didn’t know if maybe someone from her
childhood was still spreading that story around.

01:04:30.050 --> 01:04:34.520
The young man hadn’t heard that, but he
wanted to know why someone would think that?

01:04:34.520 --> 01:04:36.850
Because you do dumb stuff when you’re a
kid, she tells him.

01:04:36.850 --> 01:04:40.870
You read about a ritual in an old book and
try it just for fun.

01:04:40.870 --> 01:04:44.010
Nothing happens of course, but don’t tell
anyone that you tried, or you’ll never live

01:04:44.010 --> 01:04:45.390
it down.

01:04:45.390 --> 01:04:48.390
They look outside and the snow has really
started to fall.

01:04:48.390 --> 01:04:49.730
It’s getting late too.

01:04:49.730 --> 01:04:51.850
Does he want to stay the night?

01:04:51.850 --> 01:04:55.310
The young man would love to, the bike ride
back to campus will be much easier in the

01:04:55.310 --> 01:04:56.310
morning.

01:04:56.310 --> 01:04:59.580
She tells him to wait just a minute and goes
into her bedroom.

01:04:59.580 --> 01:05:03.510
The young man is nervous, he’s never been
in this kind of situation before, if it even

01:05:03.510 --> 01:05:05.020
is a situation at all.

01:05:05.020 --> 01:05:08.740
He’s never had a girlfriend, or even kissed
a girl before.

01:05:08.740 --> 01:05:10.140
Could tonight be the night?

01:05:10.140 --> 01:05:14.530
The bedroom door opens and the young woman
comes out… with blankets and pillows for

01:05:14.530 --> 01:05:15.650
the couch.

01:05:15.650 --> 01:05:19.070
She tells him to make himself comfortable
and she’ll see him in the morning.

01:05:19.070 --> 01:05:21.520
The young man is disappointed, but what did
he expect?

01:05:21.520 --> 01:05:23.580
She just wanted someone to study with.

01:05:23.580 --> 01:05:26.560
It was dumb of him to think that she might
like him just because he had a little crush

01:05:26.560 --> 01:05:27.560
on her.

01:05:27.560 --> 01:05:29.790
Maybe they’ll be great friends though.

01:05:29.790 --> 01:05:33.160
The young man lies on the couch and watches
the snow fall outside.

01:05:33.160 --> 01:05:38.600
It’s so peaceful and quiet here, not like
the dorm where someone is always making noise.

01:05:38.600 --> 01:05:43.140
He watches snowflakes pass by the window as
his eyes start to grow heavy and he drifts

01:05:43.140 --> 01:05:44.140
to sleep…

01:05:44.140 --> 01:05:45.410
What was that?

01:05:45.410 --> 01:05:46.970
The young man jolts up.

01:05:46.970 --> 01:05:48.320
He could have sworn her heard something.

01:05:48.320 --> 01:05:51.650
He listens, but now there is only silence.

01:05:51.650 --> 01:05:55.480
He lies back down and closes his eyes, it
must have been a dream.

01:05:55.480 --> 01:05:56.770
No, there it is again!

01:05:56.770 --> 01:05:58.330
A popping noise.

01:05:58.330 --> 01:06:03.160
Then more sounds… snapping and ripping,
like moist meat squished and torn.

01:06:03.160 --> 01:06:05.070
What is going on?

01:06:05.070 --> 01:06:08.050
The young man gets up off the couch and looks
around.

01:06:08.050 --> 01:06:09.650
It sounds like it’s coming from the bedroom.

01:06:09.650 --> 01:06:10.650
Her bedroom.

01:06:10.650 --> 01:06:14.170
The door is closed though and there don’t
appear to be any lights on.

01:06:14.170 --> 01:06:16.940
But the strange sounds continue.

01:06:16.940 --> 01:06:21.250
The young man doesn’t know what’s happening
in there, but he feels extremely nervous.

01:06:21.250 --> 01:06:23.440
He takes a step towards the door and the noises
stop.

01:06:23.440 --> 01:06:24.970
What should he do?

01:06:24.970 --> 01:06:26.710
Will she be mad if he knocks?

01:06:26.710 --> 01:06:28.440
But what if something is happening in there?

01:06:28.440 --> 01:06:29.840
What if she needs his help?

01:06:29.840 --> 01:06:31.840
He has to risk it.

01:06:31.840 --> 01:06:33.640
He needs to check that everything is alright.

01:06:33.640 --> 01:06:36.200
The young man knocks lightly on the door…

01:06:36.200 --> 01:06:37.200
No response.

01:06:37.200 --> 01:06:38.830
He knocks a little harder.

01:06:38.830 --> 01:06:39.830
“Hello?

01:06:39.830 --> 01:06:40.830
Are you okay?”

01:06:40.830 --> 01:06:41.830
Still nothing.

01:06:41.830 --> 01:06:42.830
Is he really going to do this?

01:06:42.830 --> 01:06:44.210
His heart is pounding.

01:06:44.210 --> 01:06:49.030
He grips the doorknob and slowly twists it,
cracking the door open ever so slightly.

01:06:49.030 --> 01:06:53.640
It’s dark in her room, a small beam of moonlight
coming through the frosty window is the only

01:06:53.640 --> 01:06:54.930
source of light.

01:06:54.930 --> 01:06:59.860
He opens the door a bit wider “I hope it’s
okay if I come in” he says “I heard something

01:06:59.860 --> 01:07:03.130
and...” the young man freezes in terror.

01:07:03.130 --> 01:07:07.971
Lying there in the bed, illuminated by the
moonlight, is the girl, but not the whole

01:07:07.971 --> 01:07:08.971
girl.

01:07:08.971 --> 01:07:10.941
It’s just her body.

01:07:10.941 --> 01:07:18.940
Her head has been ripped off at the neck.

01:07:18.940 --> 01:07:22.820
Unfortunately this student will never get
ahead in his anatomy class, because even something

01:07:22.820 --> 01:07:27.740
as innocent as a study date can turn bad quickly
when your partner is the strange and dangerous

01:07:27.740 --> 01:07:36.020
creature which many refer to as the Penanggalan,
but is better known to SCP Foundation as SCP-1060.

01:07:36.020 --> 01:07:42.770
SCP-1060 is the designation given to the human
female, both body and head included, who answers

01:07:42.770 --> 01:07:44.030
to the name Adilah.

01:07:44.030 --> 01:07:48.890
In interviews with the subject, she has reported
her age as being 22 years old, and she is

01:07:48.890 --> 01:07:53.260
fluent in the Malay language, with some additional
proficiency in Malaysian English, which is

01:07:53.260 --> 01:07:58.490
a form of English that, unsurprisingly, combines
elements of British English and Malaysian.

01:07:58.490 --> 01:08:02.890
The subject has told interviewers that she
is trained as an obstetrics nurse, also known

01:08:02.890 --> 01:08:07.740
as an OB, a type of nurse that specializes
in helping to care for women and fetuses during

01:08:07.740 --> 01:08:09.540
pregnancy, labor, and childbirth.

01:08:09.540 --> 01:08:15.140
It would seem at first glance, that SCP-1060
is a completely normal young woman, and that

01:08:15.140 --> 01:08:18.489
is true, but only during the day.

01:08:18.489 --> 01:08:24.880
At night, SCP-1060 undergoes some… rather
strange changes to her physiology.

01:08:24.880 --> 01:08:30.989
In the evening, roughly 80 minutes after SCP-1060
has fallen asleep, her head and certain internal

01:08:30.989 --> 01:08:36.049
organs including her heart, lungs, liver and
the majority of her digestive system will

01:08:36.049 --> 01:08:38.929
physically detach from the rest of her body.

01:08:38.929 --> 01:08:43.329
This occurs with a sudden jerking motion that
rips from the head and organs from the body,

01:08:43.329 --> 01:08:47.099
leaving a large, gaping hole in the subject’s
neck.

01:08:47.099 --> 01:08:51.239
The now detached head and trailing organs
will begin to levitate through a process that

01:08:51.239 --> 01:08:54.559
has to be explained by SCP Foundation researchers.

01:08:54.559 --> 01:08:59.370
They will begin to float around the room they
are in as other physical changes take place.

01:08:59.370 --> 01:09:03.839
The subject's tongue will increase in size
to roughly 22 centimeters in length and will

01:09:03.839 --> 01:09:07.170
begin flicking at the air much in the same
way that a snake does.

01:09:07.170 --> 01:09:13.099
The subject’s upper and lower canine teeth
also increase in both size and sharpness,

01:09:13.099 --> 01:09:17.499
all the while the body her head was once firmly
affixed to will remain lying in the same position

01:09:17.499 --> 01:09:19.500
as when the head detached.

01:09:19.500 --> 01:09:25.829
If there is food present, SCP-1060 will use
its dangling intestines as a sort of prehensile

01:09:25.829 --> 01:09:30.099
limb, lifting the food with its guts up into
its mouth where it will tear at it with its

01:09:30.099 --> 01:09:32.079
razor sharp teeth.

01:09:32.079 --> 01:09:36.250
Once it has finished feeding, the disembodied
head will dip its exposed organs into a tub

01:09:36.250 --> 01:09:37.739
of rice wine vinegar.

01:09:37.739 --> 01:09:41.759
Exposing the organs to the vinegar has an
immediate effect, causing them to shrink in

01:09:41.759 --> 01:09:45.790
size such that they will then fit into the
exposed neck hole on the waiting, headless

01:09:45.790 --> 01:09:48.210
body and can be stuffed back into the body
cavity.

01:09:48.210 --> 01:09:53.690
The head then appears to seamlessly reattach
itself to the body, the tongue and teeth return

01:09:53.690 --> 01:09:58.099
to their normal size, and no signs remain
that the head of this body was just floating

01:09:58.099 --> 01:10:01.230
around of its own volition moments ago.

01:10:01.230 --> 01:10:05.980
SCP-1060 claims to have no knowledge that
any of this takes place, insisting that she

01:10:05.980 --> 01:10:07.650
sleeps quite normally.

01:10:07.650 --> 01:10:11.510
Her complete unawareness of her condition
has led her to be very insistent that she

01:10:11.510 --> 01:10:15.849
be released from Foundation containment, and
frequently requests that she be allowed to

01:10:15.849 --> 01:10:17.749
contact her family members.

01:10:17.749 --> 01:10:20.570
So far both of these requests have been denied.

01:10:20.570 --> 01:10:25.030
A head that rips itself from its own body
at night and flies around with its exposed

01:10:25.030 --> 01:10:29.910
organs dangling beneath it is an extremely
unsettling image, but this is only the tip

01:10:29.910 --> 01:10:35.960
of the iceberg when it comes to what makes
SCP-1060 truly horrifying.

01:10:35.960 --> 01:10:41.360
Just as the many Malay legends and myths describe,
this creature's favorite foods are children

01:10:41.360 --> 01:10:44.760
and unborn fetuses carried by pregnant women.

01:10:44.760 --> 01:10:49.380
The Foundation learned this fact in a particularly
unsettling incident, which has been designated

01:10:49.380 --> 01:10:57.670
SCP-1060.01A. During this incident, a researcher
who was in her second trimester of pregnancy

01:10:57.670 --> 01:11:03.050
entered the containment chamber of SCP-1060
while it was engaged in its night time cycle

01:11:03.050 --> 01:11:07.139
behavior, in order to refill the basin of
vinegar that would allow it to return to its

01:11:07.139 --> 01:11:09.170
complete human form.

01:11:09.170 --> 01:11:13.619
Despite not having previously shown aggressive
behavior towards staff, as soon as the researcher

01:11:13.619 --> 01:11:18.429
entered the chamber SCP-1060 immediately flew
at her.

01:11:18.429 --> 01:11:23.349
It used its dangling intestines to restrain
the researcher and… well the results were

01:11:23.349 --> 01:11:30.070
not pretty, and sadly neither the researcher
nor the fetus that she was carrying survived.

01:11:30.070 --> 01:11:35.139
Following this incident, the containment procedures
for SCP-1060 were updated to specify that

01:11:35.139 --> 01:11:39.040
members of staff who are pregnant or suspect
that they may be pregnant, are not allowed

01:11:39.040 --> 01:11:42.420
into the containment chamber during its night
time cycle.

01:11:42.420 --> 01:11:47.989
While the origins of SCP-1060 and just how
this young woman came to possess these anomalous

01:11:47.989 --> 01:11:53.360
properties are unknown, there are numerous
tales, most originating from Malaysian folklore,

01:11:53.360 --> 01:11:56.380
that describe a creature that is quite similar.

01:11:56.380 --> 01:12:01.480
Known as the Penanggalan, it is a creature
akin to a vampire, though with one key difference,

01:12:01.480 --> 01:12:04.820
this monster chose to become what it is.

01:12:04.820 --> 01:12:09.289
Malaysian myths tell of a method some women
use to become Penanggalan, where they will

01:12:09.289 --> 01:12:12.260
meditate while taking a ritual bath in vinegar.

01:12:12.260 --> 01:12:16.730
Their entire body must be submerged except
for their head, and through a black magic

01:12:16.730 --> 01:12:20.630
process, they gain the ability to have their
head detach from their body and turn into

01:12:20.630 --> 01:12:24.800
something that looks quite similar to SCP-1060.

01:12:24.800 --> 01:12:29.369
Some modern interpretations of the legend
describe it not as a choice, but as a curse,

01:12:29.369 --> 01:12:33.500
or as the result of breaking a demonic pact,
but they all have the same result for the

01:12:33.500 --> 01:12:35.369
woman in question.

01:12:35.369 --> 01:12:40.679
As SCP researchers continue to look into this
bizarre, and quite dangerous anomalous entity,

01:12:40.679 --> 01:12:46.630
she is kept contained in a humanoid observation
and detention cell at all times in Site 33.

01:12:46.630 --> 01:12:50.630
While she is in her complete human form during
the day, she is given food from the on site

01:12:50.630 --> 01:12:55.599
cafeteria, but during her night time phase,
she is provided with 0.8 kilograms of human

01:12:55.599 --> 01:13:00.019
placental material, and she is to have access
to a basin that contains at least 4 liters

01:13:00.019 --> 01:13:01.320
of rice wine vinegar.

01:13:01.320 --> 01:13:05.960
The lack of knowledge about just what this
anomaly is, and the threat it poses to certain

01:13:05.960 --> 01:13:11.170
populations, has lead to it being classified
as Euclid, and though progress has been slow,

01:13:11.170 --> 01:13:16.219
it is hoped that one day it will be better
understood, and perhaps once it is, Adilah

01:13:16.219 --> 01:13:18.160
can finally go home.

01:13:18.160 --> 01:13:24.420
Now go watch the file for SCP-015-IT, The
Boogeyman, for another anomaly that you may

01:13:24.420 --> 01:13:27.540
find yourself pitying and much as fearing.

01:13:27.540 --> 01:13:32.170
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01:13:41.269 --> 01:13:44.940
A climber struggles on the side of the mountain.

01:13:44.940 --> 01:13:50.329
He’s so close to the summit of Mount Everest
that he can taste it, he just needs to triumph

01:13:50.329 --> 01:13:55.610
over this last difficult section and he will
have fulfilled his lifetime dream of standing

01:13:55.610 --> 01:13:57.500
at the top of the world.

01:13:57.500 --> 01:14:01.750
He needs to hurry though, at this altitude
the air is so thin and the temperature is

01:14:01.750 --> 01:14:04.600
so cold that your body is slowly dying.

01:14:04.600 --> 01:14:09.809
There’s a reason this topmost section of
the mountain is known as the Death Zone.

01:14:09.809 --> 01:14:12.610
He glances down behind him and spots something.

01:14:12.610 --> 01:14:14.550
Is that another climber?

01:14:14.550 --> 01:14:18.739
“That’s strange,” he thinks, he was
at the very back of his group and there shouldn’t

01:14:18.739 --> 01:14:20.800
have been anyone else coming up behind him.

01:14:20.800 --> 01:14:23.219
It must be a solo climber.

01:14:23.219 --> 01:14:27.510
The soloist doesn’t look to be moving though,
he’s just staring at him.

01:14:27.510 --> 01:14:30.719
And the climber can’t seem to take his eyes
off him.

01:14:30.719 --> 01:14:33.409
Suddenly the climber starts feeling odd.

01:14:33.409 --> 01:14:35.199
He begins to feel… warm.

01:14:35.199 --> 01:14:37.050
And comfortable.

01:14:37.050 --> 01:14:40.100
The aches and pains of the long journey melt
away.

01:14:40.100 --> 01:14:43.650
He decides to sit down on a small ledge and
relax.

01:14:43.650 --> 01:14:46.670
He watches as the solo climber comes towards
him.

01:14:46.670 --> 01:14:50.639
He must be a professional with the way he
effortlessly moves up the mountain.

01:14:50.639 --> 01:14:54.120
He watches him make great time, getting closer
and closer.

01:14:54.120 --> 01:14:58.510
He loses sight as the solo climber reaches
the same difficult section he had been struggling

01:14:58.510 --> 01:14:59.510
with.

01:14:59.510 --> 01:15:03.829
He imagines the solo climber will soon zip
past him on his way to the summit.

01:15:03.829 --> 01:15:07.449
But just then the soloist pops up right in
front of him.

01:15:07.449 --> 01:15:12.130
He clasps his hands on the climber’s shoulders
and pulls him close, staring into his eyes

01:15:12.130 --> 01:15:13.719
with those dark, black goggles.

01:15:13.719 --> 01:15:17.960
They feel like they’re pulling him into
their depths and there’s nothing he can

01:15:17.960 --> 01:15:19.289
do to resist it.

01:15:19.289 --> 01:15:24.739
The climber tries to scream but all that comes
out of his mouth is silence.

01:15:24.739 --> 01:15:25.739
Hi!

01:15:25.739 --> 01:15:32.170
I’m Dr. Bob, and this is SCP-1529, also
known as...

01:15:32.170 --> 01:15:33.340
King of the Mountain.

01:15:33.340 --> 01:15:36.269
But first, a quick personal request from me.

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I need your help to spread the word about
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Now, back to our file.

01:15:54.710 --> 01:15:59.880
SCP-1529 is an entity with a humanoid appearance
that resides near the summit of Mount Everest

01:15:59.880 --> 01:16:00.880
in Nepal.

01:16:00.880 --> 01:16:04.880
It is only found above 8,000 meters, which
places it in the part of the mountain referred

01:16:04.880 --> 01:16:09.659
to as the “Death Zone” where oxygen levels
are too low to support human life for any

01:16:09.659 --> 01:16:11.429
extended period of time.

01:16:11.429 --> 01:16:15.830
It is roughly equivalent to an average human
male in height and weight, and its outer appearance

01:16:15.830 --> 01:16:20.640
resembles normal mountaineering clothes, with
a heavy parka, pants, and boots that are all

01:16:20.640 --> 01:16:22.220
white in color.

01:16:22.220 --> 01:16:26.570
Its face is completely obscured by a large
hood, with the only visible detail being a

01:16:26.570 --> 01:16:29.139
pair of large, dark goggles.

01:16:29.139 --> 01:16:34.590
SCP-1529 has never been seen wearing any other
outfit, and in fact it is unknown whether

01:16:34.590 --> 01:16:39.120
these are articles of clothing at all, or
if they are actually a part of its body.

01:16:39.120 --> 01:16:43.679
The SCP Foundation first became aware of an
anomalous entity lurking near the top of Mount

01:16:43.679 --> 01:16:48.960
Everest in the 1970s, when climbing expeditions
to the summit became more commonplace among

01:16:48.960 --> 01:16:51.449
professional and amateur mountaineers alike.

01:16:51.449 --> 01:16:56.309
Rumors began to spread and told of a monster
that was killing unfortunate climbers.

01:16:56.309 --> 01:17:01.239
In 1999, the body of George Mallory, who is
believed to be the first person to reach the

01:17:01.239 --> 01:17:06.550
top of Mount Everest, was located, and photographic
film found on his body was developed.

01:17:06.550 --> 01:17:11.590
From those pictures, it is now known that
SCP-1529 was present at least as early as

01:17:11.590 --> 01:17:14.199
his 1924 expedition.

01:17:14.199 --> 01:17:19.540
When sufficient daylight and a lack of cloud
cover allows observation of the peak by telescope,

01:17:19.540 --> 01:17:25.280
SCP-1529 can be seen sitting or lying on the
mountain, apparently motionless in an inactive

01:17:25.280 --> 01:17:26.280
state.

01:17:26.280 --> 01:17:30.429
These motionless periods have been seen to
last anywhere from 17 minutes to as long as

01:17:30.429 --> 01:17:31.510
eight months.

01:17:31.510 --> 01:17:36.130
When active though, it can be seen summiting
and descending the upper portion of the mountain,

01:17:36.130 --> 01:17:40.309
though it never uses any climbing tools and
will ignore established climbing ropes and

01:17:40.309 --> 01:17:42.890
ladders that have been installed by other
climbers.

01:17:42.890 --> 01:17:46.679
It has also been observed easily traversing
portions of the mountain that are considered

01:17:46.679 --> 01:17:51.090
too difficult or altogether impossible by
experienced climbers.

01:17:51.090 --> 01:17:56.530
Additionally, SCP-1529 is not impacted by
the freezing temperatures, extreme wind speeds,

01:17:56.530 --> 01:18:01.260
or low oxygen levels at the top of the mountain,
and it has never once been seen to stumble,

01:18:01.260 --> 01:18:03.840
fall, or even lose its grip.

01:18:03.840 --> 01:18:10.110
It is unknown what prompts SCP-1529 to become
active or enter a resting inactive phase,

01:18:10.110 --> 01:18:14.670
nor has there been any established correlation
of these phases to weather, time of year,

01:18:14.670 --> 01:18:16.420
or traffic on the mountain.

01:18:16.420 --> 01:18:21.190
Its active periods have been observed to last
between mere hours to several days, but the

01:18:21.190 --> 01:18:23.760
exact amount is hard to know for sure.

01:18:23.760 --> 01:18:29.110
Nighttime observation of 1529 has so far been
impossible even with thermal imaging cameras

01:18:29.110 --> 01:18:33.170
since it produces no heat, with its temperature
being the same as that of the surrounding

01:18:33.170 --> 01:18:34.350
environment.

01:18:34.350 --> 01:18:40.190
When in its active phase, if a human climber
passes the 8,000 meter mark then SCP-1529

01:18:40.190 --> 01:18:44.349
will begin to make its way towards them, putting
itself in the path between the climber and

01:18:44.349 --> 01:18:48.619
either the summit if they are ascending or
their camp if they are descending.

01:18:48.619 --> 01:18:53.550
It seems to prefer to go after solo climbers
or those that are significantly ahead or behind

01:18:53.550 --> 01:18:57.770
their climbing group, but it has been observed
targeting climbers in a group when a solo

01:18:57.770 --> 01:19:00.090
opportunity is not available.

01:19:00.090 --> 01:19:05.749
Once SCP-1529 is within eyesight of its targeted
climber, it will attempt to gain their attention

01:19:05.749 --> 01:19:09.599
and then lock eyes with them, which produces
a hypnotic effect.

01:19:09.599 --> 01:19:14.429
The climber will find that they are unable
to break eye contact with SCP-1529, and will

01:19:14.429 --> 01:19:19.210
then begin to experience feelings of warmth
and euphoria, similar to the effects of hypothermia

01:19:19.210 --> 01:19:22.889
and hypoxia, also known as altitude sickness.

01:19:22.889 --> 01:19:27.000
The victim will feel the overwhelming desire
to sit down where they are, and once they

01:19:27.000 --> 01:19:32.090
stop moving, SCP-1529 will quickly close the
distance between them.

01:19:32.090 --> 01:19:38.119
Once SCP-1529 reaches the victim, death is
almost a certainty, and examination of bodies

01:19:38.119 --> 01:19:40.269
has shown the cause to be from hypothermia.

01:19:40.269 --> 01:19:44.890
Strangely, it’s been observed that victims
seem to succumb within just one to two hours

01:19:44.890 --> 01:19:50.880
after having first made eye contact with SCP-1529,
a period of time much shorter than usual for

01:19:50.880 --> 01:19:53.519
climbers trapped on the summit of Everest.

01:19:53.519 --> 01:19:58.300
After death, the victims’ bodies experience
an accelerated rate of decay, and after mere

01:19:58.300 --> 01:20:03.130
hours or days, the bodies become rotted and
mummified at a level comparable to bodies

01:20:03.130 --> 01:20:07.369
that have been exposed to the wind and cold
of the mountain for decades.

01:20:07.369 --> 01:20:12.639
Many of the over 200 deaths on Mount Everest
have been attributed to SCP-1529, and the

01:20:12.639 --> 01:20:17.869
rare survivor of an encounter is almost always
due to the intervention of another mountaineer

01:20:17.869 --> 01:20:23.519
who was able to offer assistance to the entranced
climber before SCP-1529 was able to reach

01:20:23.519 --> 01:20:24.519
them.

01:20:24.519 --> 01:20:28.820
There have been several notable reports from
survivors of interactions with SCP-1529.

01:20:28.820 --> 01:20:37.010
One, known as Incident 1529-1, is also the
only documented instance of SCP-1529 descending

01:20:37.010 --> 01:20:39.519
below the 8,000 meter mark.

01:20:39.519 --> 01:20:43.590
During the incident, the entity entered Camp
five, located on the northern approach of

01:20:43.590 --> 01:20:49.969
the mountain at 7,775 meters, which resulted
in multiple deaths including two Foundation

01:20:49.969 --> 01:20:52.760
personnel who were operating the monitoring
post.

01:20:52.760 --> 01:20:56.710
One climber, who had initially believed to
have been killed in the incident, was discovered

01:20:56.710 --> 01:21:01.219
to still be alive two days later when Foundation
personnel were conducting investigations of

01:21:01.219 --> 01:21:02.219
the camp.

01:21:02.219 --> 01:21:06.610
He was safely removed from the mountain though
he required the amputation of several frostbitten

01:21:06.610 --> 01:21:08.420
fingers and toes.

01:21:08.420 --> 01:21:13.440
During an interview with a Foundation agent,
they described spotting SCP-1529 just ten

01:21:13.440 --> 01:21:16.039
minutes after leaving the summit of the mountain.

01:21:16.039 --> 01:21:21.690
After locking eyes with the entity, they began
to feel happy, comfortable, and relieved,

01:21:21.690 --> 01:21:24.249
like they were back at home next to a warm
fire.

01:21:24.249 --> 01:21:28.580
But then suddenly the warmth was gone, and
they experienced a sensation of cold more

01:21:28.580 --> 01:21:31.690
powerful than anything they had felt before.

01:21:31.690 --> 01:21:37.099
They were stuck, and could only watch as 1529
made its way towards them.

01:21:37.099 --> 01:21:40.929
When it finally reached them, it placed its
hands on their shoulders and pulled them up

01:21:40.929 --> 01:21:45.690
into its face, so that they were staring right
into its black goggles.

01:21:45.690 --> 01:21:50.360
Images began to appear in the dark depths
of the goggles - people warm and happy, sitting

01:21:50.360 --> 01:21:54.090
next to fires, in hot baths, or sunning on
a beach.

01:21:54.090 --> 01:21:57.979
They tried to resist the strange pull of the
creature with all of their might.

01:21:57.979 --> 01:21:59.989
They then heard something in their mind.

01:21:59.989 --> 01:22:02.380
A question from SCP-1529.

01:22:02.380 --> 01:22:05.769
It asked “you would refuse my gift?”

01:22:05.769 --> 01:22:09.829
The stranded climber struggled to answer,
using all of their willpower and strength

01:22:09.829 --> 01:22:13.199
to move their lips and whisper a single word…

01:22:13.199 --> 01:22:14.510
Yes.

01:22:14.510 --> 01:22:19.550
SCP-1529 responded by showing more images
of people, but this time, they were bodies

01:22:19.550 --> 01:22:21.260
lying dead in the snow.

01:22:21.260 --> 01:22:24.860
Countless victims trapped on Mount Everest
forever.

01:22:24.860 --> 01:22:30.880
SCP-1529 made them watch their deaths play
out in long, drawn out detail, a witness to

01:22:30.880 --> 01:22:32.579
every second of their demise.

01:22:32.579 --> 01:22:37.179
The climber was sure they would soon join
them but then they found something deep inside

01:22:37.179 --> 01:22:40.729
of them, a spark of life, a will to resist.

01:22:40.729 --> 01:22:46.920
They clenched their fist and with their final
ounce of strength they punched SCP-1529.

01:22:46.920 --> 01:22:51.090
The goggles appeared to crack, and the next
thing the climber knew, they were woken up

01:22:51.090 --> 01:22:53.770
by the Foundation recovery team.

01:22:53.770 --> 01:22:57.889
Following this encounter, the climber never
attempted to summit another mountain, When

01:22:57.889 --> 01:23:02.380
they eventually passed away some years later,
an autopsy revealed that their cause of death

01:23:02.380 --> 01:23:08.100
was consistent with extreme hypothermia, frostbite,
and cerebral edema, despite not having been

01:23:08.100 --> 01:23:14.750
in a cold environment or above 500 meters
in altitude in the previous 12 months.

01:23:14.750 --> 01:23:18.940
SCP-1529 has been classified as Euclid and
is to be kept under telescope and satellite

01:23:18.940 --> 01:23:20.580
surveillance whenever possible.

01:23:20.580 --> 01:23:24.849
Though telescope observation should make use
of a delayed video feed, as observers have

01:23:24.849 --> 01:23:30.390
reported seeing SCP-1529 appearing to stare
back at them, and reported feeling symptoms

01:23:30.390 --> 01:23:35.090
consistent with an encounter including hypothermia
and frostbite.

01:23:35.090 --> 01:23:39.159
The foundation maintains communication with
civilian mountaineering expeditions to prevent

01:23:39.159 --> 01:23:42.820
summiting attempts when SCP-1529 is active.

01:23:42.820 --> 01:23:47.180
The bodies of any victims are to be removed
from the mountain, if possible, for autopsy,

01:23:47.180 --> 01:23:50.940
with their deaths being officially classified
as having been from natural causes related

01:23:50.940 --> 01:23:53.139
to altitude sickness and hypothermia.

01:23:53.139 --> 01:23:59.340
Any survivors of encounters with SCP-1529
are to be debriefed and administered amnestics.

01:23:59.340 --> 01:24:05.769
Mobile Task Force Psi-29029, also known as
Alpine Echo, is to remain on standby at all

01:24:05.769 --> 01:24:10.020
times at a permanent monitoring station, with
on-duty members remaining in a pressurized

01:24:10.020 --> 01:24:14.929
environment acclimatized to 7,900 meters above
sea level, allowing them to quickly deploy

01:24:14.929 --> 01:24:17.329
via helicopter if need be.

01:24:17.329 --> 01:24:21.789
Finally, and most troubling, is that aerial
surveillance of another mountain has revealed

01:24:21.789 --> 01:24:25.780
an individual similar in appearance to SCP-1529.

01:24:25.780 --> 01:24:29.929
The location remains classified and the local
government has prohibited climbing on the

01:24:29.929 --> 01:24:33.150
peak, so threats to humanity are minimal at
this time.

01:24:33.150 --> 01:24:38.280
But the foundation will continue to monitor
it and other mountains for anomalous activity.

01:24:38.280 --> 01:24:42.820
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A businessman steps out of his hotel room
holding a silver ice bucket.

01:24:59.630 --> 01:25:04.410
He looks up and down the empty hallway until
he spots what he was searching for - an ice

01:25:04.410 --> 01:25:05.410
machine.

01:25:05.410 --> 01:25:09.829
He slips his room key into his pocket and
heads down the hall towards the machine.

01:25:09.829 --> 01:25:14.289
As he waits for the machine to fill his bucket
with ice, he glances around and spots something.

01:25:14.289 --> 01:25:18.340
There at the end of the hall it looks like
someone is sticking their head out from around

01:25:18.340 --> 01:25:20.159
the corner, watching him.

01:25:20.159 --> 01:25:22.219
But then they suddenly disappear.

01:25:22.219 --> 01:25:26.850
He doesn’t think much of it, it’s probably
just some kid playing around.

01:25:26.850 --> 01:25:31.239
His ice bucket is only a quarter full, these
old machines can be really slow.

01:25:31.239 --> 01:25:35.730
He looks around again and sees the same head
poking around the corner, looking at him.

01:25:35.730 --> 01:25:40.150
He thinks it might be a young girl, but as
he squints to get a better look, she disappears

01:25:40.150 --> 01:25:42.340
around the corner once again.

01:25:42.340 --> 01:25:45.050
The ice machine finally finishes filling his
bucket.

01:25:45.050 --> 01:25:49.409
He picks it up and starts to walk back towards
his room but stops.

01:25:49.409 --> 01:25:54.260
He turns around and looks down the hall to
see the same girl there again, watching him,

01:25:54.260 --> 01:25:56.489
with a creepy, unblinking stare.

01:25:56.489 --> 01:26:00.801
“Do you want something?” the man asks
down the hallway, but there’s no response

01:26:00.801 --> 01:26:02.020
from the girl.

01:26:02.020 --> 01:26:03.820
She simply keeps looking at him.

01:26:03.820 --> 01:26:06.579
“Are you just going to keep staring at me?”

01:26:06.579 --> 01:26:09.090
That’s exactly what she does.

01:26:09.090 --> 01:26:11.440
The businessman is really starting to get
annoyed now.

01:26:11.440 --> 01:26:15.989
All he wanted to do was unwind with a drink
after a long day at a job site.

01:26:15.989 --> 01:26:18.010
Why does this girl want to keep messing with
him?

01:26:18.010 --> 01:26:19.969
He starts walking down the hall towards her.

01:26:19.969 --> 01:26:23.349
“I don’t know what you think you’re
playing at,” the businessman says as he

01:26:23.349 --> 01:26:25.530
walks down the hallway in her direction.

01:26:25.530 --> 01:26:30.139
When gets halfway to her she disappears behind
the corner once again, but the businessman

01:26:30.139 --> 01:26:31.800
keeps walking and talking to her.

01:26:31.800 --> 01:26:36.090
“But if you don’t stop messing with me
I’ll - “ he rounds the corner and sees…

01:26:36.090 --> 01:26:37.090
nothing.

01:26:37.090 --> 01:26:41.260
There’s a short hallway that leads to a
maintenance closet, but no girl.

01:26:41.260 --> 01:26:43.110
Did she somehow slip inside the closet?

01:26:43.110 --> 01:26:46.889
He didn’t hear the door, but she couldn’t
be anywhere else.

01:26:46.889 --> 01:26:50.469
He sets down the ice bucket on the floor and
reaches towards the handle with more than

01:26:50.469 --> 01:26:51.949
a little apprehension.

01:26:51.949 --> 01:26:56.020
He feels uneasy for some reason, and maybe
even a little scared.

01:26:56.020 --> 01:26:59.989
But there’s nothing to be afraid of, it
was just a girl, wasn’t it?

01:26:59.989 --> 01:27:02.030
He grabs the handle and opens the door.

01:27:02.030 --> 01:27:04.830
“Aha I’ve got… you…”

01:27:04.830 --> 01:27:09.699
There’s nothing in the closet, just a couple
of mops, a bucket, and some cleaning supplies.

01:27:09.699 --> 01:27:14.900
He pushes the mops aside, as if she could
somehow be hiding behind them, but no, there’s

01:27:14.900 --> 01:27:17.219
no place to hide or secret doors to be found.

01:27:17.219 --> 01:27:20.060
He really must have imagined the whole thing.

01:27:20.060 --> 01:27:21.060
It was a long day.

01:27:21.060 --> 01:27:23.280
And a long flight before that.

01:27:23.280 --> 01:27:25.060
He needed that drink.

01:27:25.060 --> 01:27:27.519
He sticks his roomkey into the door and pulls
it out.

01:27:27.519 --> 01:27:30.559
A green light flashes and the lock clicks
open.

01:27:30.559 --> 01:27:35.270
He grabs the handle to open the door when
he realizes he’s forgotten something.

01:27:35.270 --> 01:27:38.610
The ice bucket, the whole reason he left his
room to begin with.

01:27:38.610 --> 01:27:42.340
He walks back down the hallway and past the
ice ma - wait a second.

01:27:42.340 --> 01:27:43.770
Where’s the ice machine?

01:27:43.770 --> 01:27:45.670
Isn’t this where it was?

01:27:45.670 --> 01:27:50.100
The alcove where he could have sworn he got
ice just minutes before is empty.

01:27:50.100 --> 01:27:52.469
He looks around, up and down the hallway.

01:27:52.469 --> 01:27:54.969
Did he somehow get turned around?

01:27:54.969 --> 01:27:57.719
He walks to the end of the hall and turns
the corner.

01:27:57.719 --> 01:28:01.890
Sitting there on the floor in front of the
maintenance closet door, is the ice bucket.

01:28:01.890 --> 01:28:06.179
He looks around, confusion on his face, and
picks up the ice bucket.

01:28:06.179 --> 01:28:08.579
Back at his room he puts his roomkey into
the door.

01:28:08.579 --> 01:28:10.539
The lock flashes red.

01:28:10.539 --> 01:28:13.250
He tries the key again, and once more it flashes
red.

01:28:13.250 --> 01:28:17.280
He tries the key a third time and as he does
so, the door opens.

01:28:17.280 --> 01:28:19.989
He looks up to see a large man standing in
front of him.

01:28:19.989 --> 01:28:21.719
“Do you need something?”

01:28:21.719 --> 01:28:25.260
The businessman is confused, “what are you
doing in my room?” he asks.

01:28:25.260 --> 01:28:27.789
“Your room?” the large man responds.

01:28:27.789 --> 01:28:29.530
“Yeah, room 237.”

01:28:29.530 --> 01:28:30.889
The large man looks annoyed.

01:28:30.889 --> 01:28:34.070
He shoves past the businessman and points
across the hall.

01:28:34.070 --> 01:28:38.010
The businessman follows his finger’s direction
to see that he’s pointing at another door,

01:28:38.010 --> 01:28:41.670
one that has the number “237” next to
it on the wall.

01:28:41.670 --> 01:28:45.980
The businessman looks at the number next to
the door he’s been trying to unlock.

01:28:45.980 --> 01:28:46.980
239.

01:28:46.980 --> 01:28:50.699
The businessman laughs nervously at his mistake
as the large man pushes past him again and

01:28:50.699 --> 01:28:52.969
closes the door behind him.

01:28:52.969 --> 01:28:57.150
Back in his room, the businessman can finally
sit down and pour himself a drink.

01:28:57.150 --> 01:29:01.289
He takes two ice cubes from the bucket and
drops them in his glass before taking a long

01:29:01.289 --> 01:29:02.400
sip.

01:29:02.400 --> 01:29:03.510
Ahhh.

01:29:03.510 --> 01:29:07.380
He turns on the TV, but after watching for
a few minutes he finds that he’s having

01:29:07.380 --> 01:29:09.219
a hard time concentrating.

01:29:09.219 --> 01:29:13.789
Whatever this show is, it moves too fast and
he can’t keep track of what’s happening.

01:29:13.789 --> 01:29:18.389
He turns off the TV and picks up a book instead,
maybe some reading will help him to relax

01:29:18.389 --> 01:29:19.690
and get his bearings.

01:29:19.690 --> 01:29:21.850
He still feels really… off.

01:29:21.850 --> 01:29:24.800
He opens the book, but gets confused.

01:29:24.800 --> 01:29:26.840
Is this the same book he bought in the airport?

01:29:26.840 --> 01:29:28.739
It looks like it’s written in a foreign
language.

01:29:28.739 --> 01:29:30.600
It’s just a bunch of squiggles.

01:29:30.600 --> 01:29:32.969
He tosses the book on the table and yawns.

01:29:32.969 --> 01:29:35.760
It’s not that late, but he’s feeling really
tired.

01:29:35.760 --> 01:29:40.310
He gets up, kicks off his shoes, and lies
down on the bed without bothering to undress.

01:29:40.310 --> 01:29:42.440
He’s too tired for that.

01:29:42.440 --> 01:29:46.550
He mumbles to himself for a moment, half awake,
talking about how he needs to return that

01:29:46.550 --> 01:29:48.579
foreign book when he goes back to the airport.

01:29:48.579 --> 01:29:52.060
What were they trying to do selling him something
he can’t even read?

01:29:52.060 --> 01:29:55.520
He continues to mumble about the things he’ll
do to the cashier who sold him the book for

01:29:55.520 --> 01:29:58.989
a while until he finally drifts off to sleep.

01:29:58.989 --> 01:29:59.989
His eyes open.

01:29:59.989 --> 01:30:01.190
It’s dark.

01:30:01.190 --> 01:30:03.150
He must have been sleeping for a while.

01:30:03.150 --> 01:30:04.980
The room is cold too.

01:30:04.980 --> 01:30:09.059
He goes to pull the blankets up over him but
immediately realizes that he can’t move.

01:30:09.059 --> 01:30:12.369
Try as he might, his body won’t respond.

01:30:12.369 --> 01:30:13.969
Not a single muscle.

01:30:13.969 --> 01:30:15.380
Only his eyes seem to work.

01:30:15.380 --> 01:30:18.619
He’s completely paralyzed, he can't even
yell for help.

01:30:18.619 --> 01:30:19.619
What happened?

01:30:19.619 --> 01:30:20.619
And what is he going to do?

01:30:20.619 --> 01:30:21.619
Did he have a stroke?

01:30:21.619 --> 01:30:22.619
Is he dying?

01:30:22.619 --> 01:30:27.520
As his mind races through all the different
possibilities he suddenly sees something.

01:30:27.520 --> 01:30:31.550
From his bed in the dark room, he can just
barely make out the door to his hotel room,

01:30:31.550 --> 01:30:33.891
and he is terrified by what he can see coming
through it.

01:30:33.891 --> 01:30:36.809
A figure has appeared in the door.

01:30:36.809 --> 01:30:40.440
Literally in the door, as if it is phasing
through the solid wood.

01:30:40.440 --> 01:30:45.000
The man is scared to death as the thing fully
enters his room and turns to look right at

01:30:45.000 --> 01:30:46.000
him.

01:30:46.000 --> 01:30:48.860
The man wants to scream but his mouth is still
completely numb.

01:30:48.860 --> 01:30:51.320
The figure starts crawling towards him.

01:30:51.320 --> 01:30:54.999
He can see now that it’s small, smooth,
and completely white.

01:30:54.999 --> 01:30:59.280
He fights as hard as he can, willing his body
to move, but nothing happens.

01:30:59.280 --> 01:31:01.340
He can’t so much as whisper.

01:31:01.340 --> 01:31:05.499
The thing climbs up onto the bed and sits
down right on his chest.

01:31:05.499 --> 01:31:09.610
He prays that he is dreaming, telling himself
to wake up over and over again as the creature

01:31:09.610 --> 01:31:12.030
leans its face in close to his.

01:31:12.030 --> 01:31:16.369
It seems as if it is somehow looking at him
with its smooth, eyeless sockets.

01:31:16.369 --> 01:31:19.519
It tilts its head slightly to the side and
-

01:31:19.519 --> 01:31:20.519
Welcome!

01:31:20.519 --> 01:31:25.690
I’m Dr. Bob, and we couldn’t be happier
that you’ve decided to stay with us as we

01:31:25.690 --> 01:31:32.199
delve into SCP-5172, an extremely dangerous
anomaly that is known by the extremely non-threatening

01:31:32.199 --> 01:31:33.579
name of…

01:31:33.579 --> 01:31:36.650
North American Hotel Ice Machines.

01:31:36.650 --> 01:31:42.260
SCP-5172 is a phenomenon that only affects
guests staying at hotels located on the North

01:31:42.260 --> 01:31:43.260
American continent.

01:31:43.260 --> 01:31:48.409
It is unknown how or what causes these guests
to become affected, but those that are will

01:31:48.409 --> 01:31:52.429
begin to notice something - ice machines in
the hallway of the hotel they are staying

01:31:52.429 --> 01:31:53.429
in.

01:31:53.429 --> 01:31:57.409
Now you might think this sounds perfectly
normal, after all, don’t most hotels have

01:31:57.409 --> 01:31:58.699
ice machines?

01:31:58.699 --> 01:32:04.059
If you just had this thought then I have bad
news for you, because there is a high probability

01:32:04.059 --> 01:32:08.650
that you too may have been affected by SCP-5172.

01:32:08.650 --> 01:32:13.010
You see, ice machines are actually extremely
uncommon in hotels and it is likely that you

01:32:13.010 --> 01:32:16.829
have never actually seen one, or at least,
not a real one.

01:32:16.829 --> 01:32:18.150
Allow me to explain.

01:32:18.150 --> 01:32:24.110
In the 1950s, the founder of the Holiday Inn
chain of hotels, Kennon Williams, had an idea

01:32:24.110 --> 01:32:28.219
that he thought would set his hotel apart
and attract customers which was to offer more

01:32:28.219 --> 01:32:30.889
perks and amenities than his competitors.

01:32:30.889 --> 01:32:35.860
For example, he implemented a new policy where
children would be allowed to stay for free,

01:32:35.860 --> 01:32:38.570
something most hotels charged extra for.

01:32:38.570 --> 01:32:42.900
Hotels at the time also had a policy of making
their guests pay for ice, but Williams decided

01:32:42.900 --> 01:32:46.670
to change that… by installing ice machines
in his hotels.

01:32:46.670 --> 01:32:49.119
Sadly, the marketing stunt didn’t work.

01:32:49.119 --> 01:32:53.060
The cost of the machines wasn’t made up
for in new customers and the plan was discontinued

01:32:53.060 --> 01:32:54.929
by the mid 1960s.

01:32:54.929 --> 01:32:58.929
The vast majority of the machines were removed,
with the rest being pulled from the hotels

01:32:58.929 --> 01:33:03.710
as they would break down, since they were
no longer worth the expense of maintaining.

01:33:03.710 --> 01:33:07.829
Despite the fact that they only existed in
hotels for a brief period of time, there is

01:33:07.829 --> 01:33:12.159
still a widely held belief among the public
that ice machines can be found in nearly every

01:33:12.159 --> 01:33:13.159
hotel.

01:33:13.159 --> 01:33:17.980
In a poll of the general population conducted
by the Foundation, over 80% of adults claimed

01:33:17.980 --> 01:33:22.789
to have memories of seeing an ice machine
in a hotel, a number that is quite literally,

01:33:22.789 --> 01:33:23.929
impossible.

01:33:23.929 --> 01:33:28.830
Just where this mass delusion came from or
why it persists is currently unknown, but

01:33:28.830 --> 01:33:33.659
it’s theorized to be related to the SCP-5172
phenomenon in some way.

01:33:33.659 --> 01:33:40.869
The SCP Foundation first became aware of SCP-5172
in 1973 after a series of unsolved murders

01:33:40.869 --> 01:33:44.499
occurred at hotels in Winnipeg, Manitoba,
Canada.

01:33:44.499 --> 01:33:48.079
Foundation investigators soon discovered the
prevalence of false ice machine memories and

01:33:48.079 --> 01:33:52.060
installed a number of hidden cameras around
the hotels in both their public spaces as

01:33:52.060 --> 01:33:53.979
well as in the room themselves.

01:33:53.979 --> 01:33:57.690
It was after viewing the footage captured
by these cameras that the Foundation finally

01:33:57.690 --> 01:34:03.469
got their first look at just what happens
during an occurrence of SCP-5172, which has

01:34:03.469 --> 01:34:06.320
been dubbed a Zalmunna Event.

01:34:06.320 --> 01:34:11.489
The Zalmunna Event is triggered whenever a
guest at the hotel sees and then uses an ice

01:34:11.489 --> 01:34:12.489
machine.

01:34:12.489 --> 01:34:16.030
The moment they use the ice machine, the event
can not be stopped unless certain actions

01:34:16.030 --> 01:34:18.940
are taken, but more on that later.

01:34:18.940 --> 01:34:23.059
The targeted individual who used the ice machine
will immediately begin to have the sense that

01:34:23.059 --> 01:34:24.260
they are being watched.

01:34:24.260 --> 01:34:28.110
This usually comes in the form of an unknown
individual who appears to be looking at them

01:34:28.110 --> 01:34:30.540
from the end of the hall where the ice machine
is located.

01:34:30.540 --> 01:34:35.570
Third party observers are unable to see the
person who is supposedly watching the target,

01:34:35.570 --> 01:34:39.239
nor do they appear on any recording devices,
visual or otherwise.

01:34:39.239 --> 01:34:42.959
The targets have described the watchers in
various ways, leading the Foundation to believe

01:34:42.959 --> 01:34:46.599
that they may actually be nothing more than
hallucinations.

01:34:46.599 --> 01:34:50.639
Shortly after, the targeted individual will
begin to experience feelings of confusion

01:34:50.639 --> 01:34:53.241
and fatigue not dissimilar to the symptoms
of early-stage dementia.

01:34:53.241 --> 01:34:58.960
The longer it takes the target to return to
their hotel room, the more pronounced these

01:34:58.960 --> 01:35:03.369
feelings will become, and they will soon have
issues completing everyday tasks and will

01:35:03.369 --> 01:35:06.449
experience short term memory loss.

01:35:06.449 --> 01:35:11.150
Despite these feelings of fatigue and disorientation,
targets report that their mind feels too active

01:35:11.150 --> 01:35:15.289
to fall asleep, anywhere other than a hotel
room bed, that is.

01:35:15.289 --> 01:35:18.989
This feeling will usually cause the target
to seek out their own hotel room, though they

01:35:18.989 --> 01:35:22.159
may have difficulty finding it due to their
confused state.

01:35:22.159 --> 01:35:25.999
They don’t need to sleep in their own room
for the next stage of the Zalmunna Event to

01:35:25.999 --> 01:35:29.760
be triggered through, sleeping in any hotel
room will do.

01:35:29.760 --> 01:35:34.559
Once the target lies down in a hotel room
bed, they will immediately enter the hypnagogic

01:35:34.559 --> 01:35:38.619
state, which is the confusing and dreamlike
state that one experiences in between full

01:35:38.619 --> 01:35:40.590
sleep and waking.

01:35:40.590 --> 01:35:43.940
The temperature of the room will begin to
lower during this period as well until it

01:35:43.940 --> 01:35:49.270
reaches approximately 11 degrees celsius or
51.8 degrees fahrenheit.

01:35:49.270 --> 01:35:53.079
After about an hour, the target will enter
into a state of deep sleep, at which point

01:35:53.079 --> 01:35:58.230
SCP-5172-1 will finally make its appearance.

01:35:58.230 --> 01:36:03.139
The humanoid-like entity is quite diminutive
in size, standing just four feet tall and

01:36:03.139 --> 01:36:05.679
appearing to weigh a little over 60 pounds.

01:36:05.679 --> 01:36:09.650
Its arms are twice as long as normal humans
though, and the top of its head is enlarged

01:36:09.650 --> 01:36:10.650
as well.

01:36:10.650 --> 01:36:15.130
Though it is not visible to observers present
in the room, cameras are able to record the

01:36:15.130 --> 01:36:16.350
creature.

01:36:16.350 --> 01:36:21.380
After phasing through the door of the hotel
room, the 5172-1 entity will begin crawling

01:36:21.380 --> 01:36:25.159
towards the sleeping person who will wake
up to find that they are in a state of sleep

01:36:25.159 --> 01:36:26.329
paralysis.

01:36:26.329 --> 01:36:30.650
The entity will climb up onto the bed and
sit on the person’s chest.

01:36:30.650 --> 01:36:35.110
It will move its smooth skinned face close
to the target’s before opening its mouth,

01:36:35.110 --> 01:36:40.219
revealing a long, thin proboscis-like appendage
that it inserts into the target’s eye socket.

01:36:40.219 --> 01:36:44.789
It’s long been theorized that it may be
administering some type of paralytic or anesthesia

01:36:44.789 --> 01:36:50.429
directly into the brain so that it can then
engage in the next stage of the Zalmunna Event…

01:36:50.429 --> 01:36:51.429
harvesting.

01:36:51.429 --> 01:36:57.679
The 5172-1 entity’s chest then opens to
reveal a pair of tools.

01:36:57.679 --> 01:37:01.789
It will take the tools out of its chest and
use them to begin extracting four centimeter

01:37:01.789 --> 01:37:04.440
cubes directly from the target’s body.

01:37:04.440 --> 01:37:10.510
Flesh, muscle, organs, and even bone will
all be cut and scooped out with the same ease,

01:37:10.510 --> 01:37:13.150
which it then places inside of its own chest
cavity.

01:37:13.150 --> 01:37:18.489
While it starts the process extremely slow,
collecting just two cubes per minute at first,

01:37:18.489 --> 01:37:22.849
it quickly ups its pace to as many as fifty
cubes per minute, leading to the entire harvesting

01:37:22.849 --> 01:37:26.380
process typically lasting two to three hours.

01:37:26.380 --> 01:37:30.300
Once it has finished harvesting, the creature
will simply place its tools back inside its

01:37:30.300 --> 01:37:35.190
chest cavity, crawl back towards the hotel
room door, and phase through it once more.

01:37:35.190 --> 01:37:38.380
But the horror is far from over.

01:37:38.380 --> 01:37:43.940
SCP-5172-1 collects all of the organic material
from the target during the harvesting process,

01:37:43.940 --> 01:37:48.290
all except for the central nervous system
which includes the spinal cord, peripheral

01:37:48.290 --> 01:37:51.039
nerves, the retinas, and the brain.

01:37:51.039 --> 01:37:56.610
These are left lying on the hotel room bed
after 5172-1 carefully cut and scooped around

01:37:56.610 --> 01:37:57.610
them.

01:37:57.610 --> 01:38:02.020
And the truly horrifying aspect of the Zalmunna
Event, is that the target is still alive at

01:38:02.020 --> 01:38:06.619
this point, and will continue to live for
several more hours in this condition.

01:38:06.619 --> 01:38:10.340
Even worse, reports from targets who had the
Zalmunna Event interrupted while in the middle

01:38:10.340 --> 01:38:14.719
of the harvesting process described being
fully conscious the entire time.

01:38:14.719 --> 01:38:20.400
It now appears that the proboscis-like appendage
that 5172-1 inserts into the target’s eye

01:38:20.400 --> 01:38:25.429
does not appear to be an anesthetic agent
at all, since the same rescued targets reported

01:38:25.429 --> 01:38:27.499
feeling excruciating pain.

01:38:27.499 --> 01:38:31.280
Instead, it seems that the purpose of the
entity’s appendage is to ensure that the

01:38:31.280 --> 01:38:35.719
victim stays conscious through the whole process,
fully aware of each cube being removed from

01:38:35.719 --> 01:38:39.280
their body, helpless to do a thing to stop
it.

01:38:39.280 --> 01:38:43.619
As mentioned, the triggering of a Zalmunna
Event is not a guaranteed death sentence,

01:38:43.619 --> 01:38:45.079
and can be stopped.

01:38:45.079 --> 01:38:51.249
While much faster than humans, SCP-5172-1
entities aren’t especially strong and sustain

01:38:51.249 --> 01:38:53.730
damage much like a human would.

01:38:53.730 --> 01:38:58.019
Once it begins harvesting, the entity will
become visible to others and can be terminated

01:38:58.019 --> 01:39:03.130
by the same methods that would kill a human,
such as with gunshots or stab wounds.

01:39:03.130 --> 01:39:05.929
However simply killing the entity isn’t
enough.

01:39:05.929 --> 01:39:09.880
The affected ice machine must be physically
removed from the premises in order to prevent

01:39:09.880 --> 01:39:15.119
a new instance of SCP-5172-1 from materializing.

01:39:15.119 --> 01:39:18.820
Once triggered through the use of an affected
ice machine, the only way to completely stop

01:39:18.820 --> 01:39:23.440
a Zalmunna Event is for the target to leave
the hotel and sleep in a private residence,

01:39:23.440 --> 01:39:27.600
which will prevent SCP-5172-1 from appearing.

01:39:27.600 --> 01:39:32.119
If the target sleeps in any bed in the same,
or even a different hotel, the event will

01:39:32.119 --> 01:39:33.119
continue.

01:39:33.119 --> 01:39:39.469
Efforts are underway to better understand
SCP-5172-1 entities by capturing a live specimen,

01:39:39.469 --> 01:39:43.080
but so far all attempts have resulted in failure.

01:39:43.080 --> 01:39:47.159
Captured entities are capable of manifesting
their tools and cutting out of containment,

01:39:47.159 --> 01:39:51.670
while all attempts at binding or otherwise
tying down the creatures has led to them dying

01:39:51.670 --> 01:39:53.219
within several minutes.

01:39:53.219 --> 01:39:57.889
Autopsies of dead instances have revealed
that like us, they have a circulatory system,

01:39:57.889 --> 01:40:01.959
though its heart is located in its head, which
explains how they can be killed by being shot

01:40:01.959 --> 01:40:06.019
or stabbed, but they lack respiratory and
digestive organs.

01:40:06.019 --> 01:40:11.249
As you can imagine, the existence of SCP-5172
presents a problem for Foundation personnel

01:40:11.249 --> 01:40:13.030
and their business travel.

01:40:13.030 --> 01:40:17.479
Agents who must stay in hotels rather than
SCP safehouses are briefed on the anomaly

01:40:17.479 --> 01:40:21.769
and required to wear heart rate monitors that
can detect when an elevated heart rate occurs

01:40:21.769 --> 01:40:24.270
that may be connected to a Zalmunna Event.

01:40:24.270 --> 01:40:28.530
Social media, text messages, and other forms
of communication from devices that are connected

01:40:28.530 --> 01:40:33.560
to hotel wifi systems are monitored at all
times for any references to “ice machines”

01:40:33.560 --> 01:40:37.699
and any mention triggers the dispatching of
a containment team to the site who will attempt

01:40:37.699 --> 01:40:43.210
to identify and remove both the ice machine
and the targeted individual from the premises.

01:40:43.210 --> 01:40:48.760
All ice machines discovered at locations thought
to be affected by SCP-5172 are then relocated

01:40:48.760 --> 01:40:50.570
to Site-30.

01:40:50.570 --> 01:40:56.559
One final note, while SCP-5172 has long been
thought to be a North American exclusive phenomenon,

01:40:56.559 --> 01:41:01.050
there has recently been one confirmed instance
of an affected ice machine in Amsterdam, the

01:41:01.050 --> 01:41:02.070
Netherlands.

01:41:02.070 --> 01:41:06.079
Making it even stranger is the fact that the
Dutch do not seem to have the same mass public

01:41:06.079 --> 01:41:10.670
perception of the prevalence of hotel ice
machines that North Americans do, and it is

01:41:10.670 --> 01:41:15.309
still unclear if this was a single, isolated
event, or a sign that the Keter Class anomaly

01:41:15.309 --> 01:41:17.650
is spreading to other locations.

01:41:17.650 --> 01:41:20.929
Only time will tell, but in the meantime,
even if you’re staying outside of North

01:41:20.929 --> 01:41:25.130
America and want a frosty drink, consider
paying the outrageous fees and grabbing an

01:41:25.130 --> 01:41:27.559
already cold one from the minibar.

01:41:27.559 --> 01:41:30.409
If you don’t, you might find that you’re
paying for your refreshing beverage with much

01:41:30.409 --> 01:41:32.949
more than a pound of flesh.

01:41:32.949 --> 01:41:38.579
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-150 The Body Stealing

01:41:38.579 --> 01:41:43.610
Parasite, for another anomaly that wants nothing
more than to get inside of your body.

01:41:43.610 --> 01:41:48.019
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classified archives.

01:41:55.079 --> 01:41:57.719
“Dance Failed!”

01:41:57.719 --> 01:42:00.749
The young woman laughs as her date tries to
catch his breath.

01:42:00.749 --> 01:42:04.739
The dancing rhythm game was much harder than
he anticipated, and he can’t help but also

01:42:04.739 --> 01:42:07.239
laugh at his abysmal score.

01:42:07.239 --> 01:42:10.119
He takes her hand and the two continue walking
through the arcade.

01:42:10.119 --> 01:42:14.019
It’s not crowded at all tonight and the
two have their choice of games as they bounce

01:42:14.019 --> 01:42:18.369
between the many pinball tables, driving games,
and light gun shooters.

01:42:18.369 --> 01:42:21.670
As they finish up a game of air hockey, her
date notices something.

01:42:21.670 --> 01:42:26.110
It’s a door in the back of the arcade that’s
slightly ajar, the latch and a lock that should

01:42:26.110 --> 01:42:27.940
be keeping it closed hanging open.

01:42:27.940 --> 01:42:30.730
“I wonder what’s in there?” he asks.

01:42:30.730 --> 01:42:31.730
Broken games?

01:42:31.730 --> 01:42:34.110
Maybe ones that let you play without putting
in a token.

01:42:34.110 --> 01:42:36.690
Or keep spitting out tickets even when you
lose?

01:42:36.690 --> 01:42:37.760
“Come on!”

01:42:37.760 --> 01:42:41.449
The two slip through the cracked door and
find themselves in a dark room that doesn’t

01:42:41.449 --> 01:42:43.909
look like anyone has been inside in a while.

01:42:43.909 --> 01:42:48.209
There’s cobwebs and dust everywhere, but
her date was right, it really is filled with

01:42:48.209 --> 01:42:49.780
broken games!

01:42:49.780 --> 01:42:53.469
He motions for her to follow as he checks
out an old pinball machine.

01:42:53.469 --> 01:42:55.790
He presses the buttons but it remains dark.

01:42:55.790 --> 01:42:59.580
He gives it a hard slap and… nothing happens.

01:42:59.580 --> 01:43:03.539
How disappointing, they really are just busted
old machines.

01:43:03.539 --> 01:43:07.619
The two turn to leave, they might get kicked
out if anyone finds them messing around in

01:43:07.619 --> 01:43:08.619
here.

01:43:08.619 --> 01:43:11.059
They’re back at the door when they both
stop and look at each other.

01:43:11.059 --> 01:43:14.219
Did they hear something behind them?

01:43:14.219 --> 01:43:17.949
The young woman shrieks with fear at the sight
of the old woman staring at her.

01:43:17.949 --> 01:43:20.630
This time it’s her date’s turn to laugh
at her.

01:43:20.630 --> 01:43:23.459
It’s just an old fortune teller, nothing
to be scared of.

01:43:23.459 --> 01:43:26.219
They must have accidentally turned it on.

01:43:26.219 --> 01:43:30.190
She didn’t notice it before, but the machine
which has the words “Grandmother Predictions”

01:43:30.190 --> 01:43:35.130
written across the top has come to life and
the inside is now lit up to reveal the animatronic

01:43:35.130 --> 01:43:37.480
head and torso of an old woman.

01:43:37.480 --> 01:43:41.260
The old woman isn’t moving, but her glassy,
dead eyes seem like they are staring right

01:43:41.260 --> 01:43:43.070
at the young woman.

01:43:43.070 --> 01:43:47.190
The two look at eachother, unsure of what
to do, when without warning, the old woman

01:43:47.190 --> 01:43:48.190
comes to life.

01:43:48.190 --> 01:43:52.709
With the clicking and whirring of gears, the
old woman appears to breathe in deeply, opening

01:43:52.709 --> 01:43:57.679
and closing her mouth as she leans slightly
forward and back inside her glass container.

01:43:57.679 --> 01:44:01.710
The young woman steps towards the fortune
teller as the old woman inside keeps breathing

01:44:01.710 --> 01:44:02.869
in and out.

01:44:02.869 --> 01:44:05.349
But then suddenly, the old woman stops.

01:44:05.349 --> 01:44:10.579
There’s another loud click as a card appears
out of a small slot on the front of the machine.

01:44:10.579 --> 01:44:14.460
She looks down at the card, then looks back
up to see that the Old Woman is staring at

01:44:14.460 --> 01:44:19.309
her once again, as if the robotic figure can
really, truly see her.

01:44:19.309 --> 01:44:23.159
The young woman slowly reaches towards the
card as the old woman’s gaze stays locked

01:44:23.159 --> 01:44:24.309
on her.

01:44:24.309 --> 01:44:28.659
Her fingers touch the card and at the exact
moment she pulls it free, the fortune teller’s

01:44:28.659 --> 01:44:31.920
lights go out and the old woman slumps over.

01:44:31.920 --> 01:44:34.599
“What was that?” her date asks.

01:44:34.599 --> 01:44:37.530
She didn’t even notice that he is standing
next to her now.

01:44:37.530 --> 01:44:40.999
He starts to search around the machine looking
for something that may have triggered it,

01:44:40.999 --> 01:44:44.119
as the young woman looks down at the card
she pulled from the slot.

01:44:44.119 --> 01:44:49.239
Her face changes as she reads it as she goes
from a little freaked out, to completely terrified.

01:44:49.239 --> 01:44:54.100
“Hey, look at this” her date says as she
quickly slips the card into her pocket.

01:44:54.100 --> 01:44:58.000
Her date reaches behind the back of the machine
and pulls out a short piece of cord, one end

01:44:58.000 --> 01:45:01.760
attached to the fortune teller, the other
frayed as if it has been cut.

01:45:01.760 --> 01:45:03.269
“It’s not even plugged in.”

01:45:03.269 --> 01:45:05.889
“Let’s get out of here” she tells him.

01:45:05.889 --> 01:45:09.530
She doesn’t need to ask him twice and the
two leave the room, emerging back into the

01:45:09.530 --> 01:45:11.710
lights and sounds of the arcade.

01:45:11.710 --> 01:45:14.670
Later that night, the two are at the door
to the young woman’s apartment.

01:45:14.670 --> 01:45:18.710
He asks if she’s sure she’s okay, she’s
not still scared about that broken machine,

01:45:18.710 --> 01:45:19.710
is she?

01:45:19.710 --> 01:45:23.610
It’s probably just battery operated and
they switched it on somehow.

01:45:23.610 --> 01:45:27.530
The young woman agrees that must be it, and
that she’s fine, just tired.

01:45:27.530 --> 01:45:31.130
She gives him a kiss on the cheek and bids
him goodnight before going into her apartment

01:45:31.130 --> 01:45:32.750
and closing the door.

01:45:32.750 --> 01:45:35.699
Inside, the young woman leans against the
door.

01:45:35.699 --> 01:45:38.059
She takes something out of her pocket and
stares at it.

01:45:38.059 --> 01:45:40.770
It’s the fortune that was dispensed from
the machine.

01:45:40.770 --> 01:45:41.949
It reads:

01:45:41.949 --> 01:45:44.139
You look like you've made some mistakes.

01:45:44.139 --> 01:45:46.389
Some things are unforgivable, aren't they?

01:45:46.389 --> 01:45:48.499
“No way” she thinks to herself.

01:45:48.499 --> 01:45:50.079
“It’s just a coincidence.”

01:45:50.079 --> 01:45:54.260
The young woman walks further into her apartment
and picks up a framed photo.

01:45:54.260 --> 01:45:59.440
It’s a picture of her several years younger,
with another girl who looks just like her.

01:45:59.440 --> 01:46:00.840
Her sister.

01:46:00.840 --> 01:46:02.320
She thinks back to that night.

01:46:02.320 --> 01:46:05.139
The night that she’ll never forget no matter
how hard she tries.

01:46:05.139 --> 01:46:10.099
The night she lost her, and lost part of herself
too.

01:46:10.099 --> 01:46:13.499
She sets the picture back down on the table
before looking at the fortune she’s still

01:46:13.499 --> 01:46:15.110
holding in her other hand.

01:46:15.110 --> 01:46:19.310
She crumples the paper in her fist and drops
it in the trash before heading to bed.

01:46:19.310 --> 01:46:23.599
It’s late at night and the young woman is
tossing and turning with bad dreams when she

01:46:23.599 --> 01:46:25.180
suddenly pops up awake.

01:46:25.180 --> 01:46:26.719
Did she hear a sound?

01:46:26.719 --> 01:46:29.260
She looks around her dim room but nothing
looks amiss.

01:46:29.260 --> 01:46:34.820
There it is again though, a noise… is it
coming from… the closet?

01:46:34.820 --> 01:46:40.300
She gets up out of bed and walks towards the
closet, one slow step after another.

01:46:40.300 --> 01:46:44.280
She reaches towards the closet door, but the
moment her fingers touch the knob, the door

01:46:44.280 --> 01:46:45.599
bursts open.

01:46:45.599 --> 01:46:49.369
She screams and falls backwards as multiple
arms reach out of the darkness in the closet

01:46:49.369 --> 01:46:50.369
towards her.

01:46:50.369 --> 01:46:54.829
She screams and kicks at the arms as they
grab at her, trying to pull her inside.

01:46:54.829 --> 01:46:58.050
She fights with all her might as she tries
to crawl away from the arms.

01:46:58.050 --> 01:47:00.969
She manages to escape their grasp and stands
up.

01:47:00.969 --> 01:47:04.749
She runs out of the room and towards the front
door as the arms follow, reaching out of the

01:47:04.749 --> 01:47:09.210
closet, growing longer and longer, the sickening
sound of bones twisting and snapping as they

01:47:09.210 --> 01:47:12.460
form new joints to bend around corners.

01:47:12.460 --> 01:47:16.570
Her hands reach out for the knob and she grabs
it, just as the arms grab onto her.

01:47:16.570 --> 01:47:20.469
She’s jerked backwards and falls to the
floor as the arms drag her down the hallway.

01:47:20.469 --> 01:47:24.400
She tries to resist, her fingernails digging
into the floorboards as the arms pull her

01:47:24.400 --> 01:47:26.260
back into the bedroom.

01:47:26.260 --> 01:47:27.440
“Hello?

01:47:27.440 --> 01:47:29.739
Are you awake?”

01:47:29.739 --> 01:47:31.269
The woman knocks loudly on the front door.

01:47:31.269 --> 01:47:32.760
“Come on, we have reservations.

01:47:32.760 --> 01:47:34.130
You have to get up”

01:47:34.130 --> 01:47:36.880
The woman knocks again but still no response.

01:47:36.880 --> 01:47:40.440
She checks her watch and with a sigh, takes
out a set of keys.

01:47:40.440 --> 01:47:43.400
She finds the one she’s looking for and
unlocks the door.

01:47:43.400 --> 01:47:46.989
“Everyone is waiting for us and I’m going
to tell them we’re late because of - “

01:47:46.989 --> 01:47:49.099
The woman gasps as she opens the door.

01:47:49.099 --> 01:47:50.719
She can’t believe what she’s seeing.

01:47:50.719 --> 01:47:52.099
The apartment is a mess.

01:47:52.099 --> 01:47:53.870
It looks like a bomb went off.

01:47:53.870 --> 01:47:56.410
She looks around but there’s no sign of
her daughter.

01:47:56.410 --> 01:48:00.619
Then she notices the bloody claw marks leading
down the hall towards the bedroom.

01:48:00.619 --> 01:48:06.489
She runs down the hall, stops in the doorway
to the bedroom, and screams.

01:48:06.489 --> 01:48:10.340
If you’ve ever been to an arcade, a midway,
or a boardwalk, then you may have encountered

01:48:10.340 --> 01:48:12.119
a fortune telling machine.

01:48:12.119 --> 01:48:15.949
These small booths containing an automaton
are great fun as you receive a random card

01:48:15.949 --> 01:48:19.949
that purports to tell you your future or reveal
a secret truth about yourself.

01:48:19.949 --> 01:48:23.969
There’s nothing to it obviously, it’s
just a random card you’re getting after

01:48:23.969 --> 01:48:28.440
all, but the SCP Foundation has a fortune
telling machine in its possession that’s

01:48:28.440 --> 01:48:31.739
both very real, and very dangerous.

01:48:31.739 --> 01:48:37.300
SCP-517 as it is known to the Foundation,
is a two meter tall, glass and wooden fortune

01:48:37.300 --> 01:48:41.260
telling machine that contains an mechanical,
animatronic facsimile of an elderly woman

01:48:41.260 --> 01:48:44.010
wearing a white blouse and a blue shawl.

01:48:44.010 --> 01:48:47.590
On top of the machine is a panel with the
words “Grandmother Predictions” written

01:48:47.590 --> 01:48:48.750
on it.

01:48:48.750 --> 01:48:52.530
Once per hour, the machine will power on if
an individual enters what could be considered

01:48:52.530 --> 01:48:54.809
the elderly woman’s field of vision.

01:48:54.809 --> 01:48:59.059
She will turn to directly face the person,
seeming to stare right at them, before dispensing

01:48:59.059 --> 01:49:02.719
a fortune card from a slot on the front of
the machine, after which it will appear to

01:49:02.719 --> 01:49:04.960
shut down and cease to function.

01:49:04.960 --> 01:49:08.849
It is unknown just how the machine becomes
active, seeing as the only cord coming out

01:49:08.849 --> 01:49:11.889
of the back of the machine appears to have
been severed.

01:49:11.889 --> 01:49:16.019
The “fortunes” dispensed when the machine
comes to life are less a prediction, and more

01:49:16.019 --> 01:49:19.219
of a veiled threat, and examples of ones received
have included:

01:49:19.219 --> 01:49:21.269
“Your mother raised you better than that.

01:49:21.269 --> 01:49:23.389
I'm sorry, but fair is fair.”

01:49:23.389 --> 01:49:25.800
“Some people don't know how to be kind.

01:49:25.800 --> 01:49:27.760
You'll know soon enough, won't you?”

01:49:27.760 --> 01:49:28.760
and

01:49:28.760 --> 01:49:31.679
“People who do terrible things deserve terrible
things.

01:49:31.679 --> 01:49:34.360
You've brought this upon yourself, my dear.”

01:49:34.360 --> 01:49:40.619
Following an activation of SCP-517, starting
at 1:43 AM local time, the same events will

01:49:40.619 --> 01:49:42.340
always occur.

01:49:42.340 --> 01:49:45.920
The individual that was targeted by the machine
will find themselves attacked by a number

01:49:45.920 --> 01:49:51.369
of entities which have been designated as
SCP-517-01.

01:49:51.369 --> 01:49:56.979
These entities are long, multi-jointed arms
that emanate from a location nearby the individual.

01:49:56.979 --> 01:50:01.429
The exact number that appears will vary, but
there usually seems to be between ten and

01:50:01.429 --> 01:50:02.719
thirty-six.

01:50:02.719 --> 01:50:06.829
The arms will appear from a single location
that’s often a low, cramped, and dark space

01:50:06.829 --> 01:50:09.780
like a closet, basement, or under a bed.

01:50:09.780 --> 01:50:13.860
The arms will reach out from this area and
try to grab the individual before dragging

01:50:13.860 --> 01:50:16.389
them back to the location where they manifested.

01:50:16.389 --> 01:50:20.909
They appear to be able to stretch indefinitely,
growing as long as they need in order to continue

01:50:20.909 --> 01:50:25.360
pursuing the individual, and their many joints
allow them to bend around corners or any other

01:50:25.360 --> 01:50:26.360
obstacles.

01:50:26.360 --> 01:50:30.840
Should the individual manage to fight the
arms off or escape, new arms will materialize

01:50:30.840 --> 01:50:33.869
nearby the victim to aid in the capture.

01:50:33.869 --> 01:50:37.229
Once the arms have subdued the targeted person
and gotten them back to the area where they

01:50:37.229 --> 01:50:41.789
appeared they will begin savagely assaulting
them, beating and clawing at them until nothing

01:50:41.789 --> 01:50:45.229
remains of the victim but a bloody pile of
flesh and bones.

01:50:45.229 --> 01:50:49.860
To date, the Foundation is not aware of any
targeted individuals surviving an attack by

01:50:49.860 --> 01:50:53.320
SCP-517-01 entities.

01:50:53.320 --> 01:50:57.639
In the event that the fortune telling machine
was activated multiple times on the same day,

01:50:57.639 --> 01:51:01.679
multiple instances of arms appearing will
occur at different locations at the same time,

01:51:01.679 --> 01:51:04.420
with each group hunting their own individual
target.

01:51:04.420 --> 01:51:09.389
Efforts have been made to figure out exactly
where the arms manifest from, and during testing

01:51:09.389 --> 01:51:14.599
cameras were set up around the targeted individual
in order to try and locate a place of origin.

01:51:14.599 --> 01:51:18.340
Unfortunately the arms somehow seemed aware
that they were being watched, and the arms

01:51:18.340 --> 01:51:22.469
always emanated from around a corner or other
place that was out of the field of view of

01:51:22.469 --> 01:51:23.829
the cameras.

01:51:23.829 --> 01:51:29.250
Tests on SCP-517 did reveal one piece of evidence
though, as fragments of DNA were recovered

01:51:29.250 --> 01:51:35.699
from the areas where SCP-517-01 instances
appeared, DNA that turned out to be human

01:51:35.699 --> 01:51:36.749
in origin.

01:51:36.749 --> 01:51:41.730
The origins of the DNA and the identity of
the owner have yet to be determined.

01:51:41.730 --> 01:51:46.250
Research and containment of SCP-517 has proven
to be quite difficult, as evidenced by an

01:51:46.250 --> 01:51:54.020
event designated Incident 517-1997-M. As Foundation
agent Dr. Meil supervised the transport of

01:51:54.020 --> 01:51:59.010
SCP-517 to a new containment storage locker,
the fortune teller suddenly activated and

01:51:59.010 --> 01:52:02.699
it was suspected that Dr. Meil had become
a target.

01:52:02.699 --> 01:52:06.900
Security personnel were alerted and a defensive
strategy was devised to protect her from instances

01:52:06.900 --> 01:52:12.560
of SCP-517-01 that were expected to manifest
that night at 1:43 AM.

01:52:12.560 --> 01:52:17.420
Dr. Meil was taken to a helicopter on the
roof of a Foundation cafeteria and given the

01:52:17.420 --> 01:52:22.099
protection of multiple security personnel
as they waited for the arms to manifest.

01:52:22.099 --> 01:52:26.749
Right on cue, the arms appeared in a storage
area inside the cafeteria and began stretching

01:52:26.749 --> 01:52:29.350
their way towards the roof.

01:52:29.350 --> 01:52:33.059
Security teams inside the cafeteria opened
fire on the arms, which took damage just like

01:52:33.059 --> 01:52:36.949
normal human arms, though they would quickly
be replaced by more.

01:52:36.949 --> 01:52:42.489
More instances of SCP-517-01 began appearing,
coming out from under parked vehicles and

01:52:42.489 --> 01:52:46.809
other storage areas, as the number of arms
coming out of the original manifestation site

01:52:46.809 --> 01:52:50.150
continued to increase until there were over
a hundred.

01:52:50.150 --> 01:52:53.630
The arms did not seem to want to fight back
against the security teams though.

01:52:53.630 --> 01:52:58.889
They seemed singular in their focus - get
to the roof where Dr. Meil was waiting.

01:52:58.889 --> 01:53:03.300
As the ever-increasing amount of limbs overwhelmed
the security teams and breached the roof,

01:53:03.300 --> 01:53:05.929
the order was given for the helicopter to
take off.

01:53:05.929 --> 01:53:09.989
The helicopter rose into the air, but the
arms began manifesting from somewhere underneath

01:53:09.989 --> 01:53:11.789
the helicopter itself.

01:53:11.789 --> 01:53:15.689
The arms broke through the windows and pulled
Dr. Meil out, passing her down to the waiting

01:53:15.689 --> 01:53:19.870
arms on the roof that then carried her through
the cafeteria’s ventilation system.

01:53:19.870 --> 01:53:23.880
A security personnel in the cafeteria attempted
to sever the limbs with a knife and rescue

01:53:23.880 --> 01:53:28.449
Dr. Meil, but the arms were no longer ignoring
their attackers and grabbed him as well, dragging

01:53:28.449 --> 01:53:32.060
him down towards the storage locker along
with the doctor.

01:53:32.060 --> 01:53:36.219
In the end, four members of the security team
along with Dr. Meil were pulled into the storage

01:53:36.219 --> 01:53:37.949
area by the arms.

01:53:37.949 --> 01:53:41.400
Their remains were collected the next morning
and the Foundation made their best efforts

01:53:41.400 --> 01:53:46.099
to separate and identify what was left for
individual funerary services.

01:53:46.099 --> 01:53:50.929
SCP-517, which has been classified as safe,
is kept in a dedicated containment cell at

01:53:50.929 --> 01:53:55.949
all times, facing away from the doorway, with
an opaque black sheet bound around it.

01:53:55.949 --> 01:54:02.090
Following the events of Incident 517-1997-M,
all testing has been halted, without the express

01:54:02.090 --> 01:54:04.179
written permission of the Site Director.

01:54:04.179 --> 01:54:08.599
Peering into our future can be a fun activity,
even when we know it’s all just a bit of

01:54:08.599 --> 01:54:09.840
make believe.

01:54:09.840 --> 01:54:14.120
When you pull your fortune from a booth containing
an elderly automaton though, you might just

01:54:14.120 --> 01:54:18.380
find that this time, Grammie Knows your fate
for real.

01:54:18.380 --> 01:54:23.889
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-3998 The Wicker Witch

01:54:23.889 --> 01:54:27.760
Lives, for another anomaly that’s much more
than first meets the eye.

01:54:27.760 --> 01:54:32.050
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so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we

01:54:32.050 --> 01:54:38.170
delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s
classified archives.

01:54:38.170 --> 01:54:43.110
“The young couple held hands as they walked
through the forest, the only light coming

01:54:43.110 --> 01:54:46.650
from the full moon which streamed down between
the branches.”

01:54:46.650 --> 01:54:49.110
The young woman is riveted by her friend’s
story.

01:54:49.110 --> 01:54:53.719
She’s never been a fan of ghost stories,
she scares too easily, but her friends insisted.

01:54:53.719 --> 01:54:58.789
“But what they didn’t know was that there
was something else out there in the forest,

01:54:58.789 --> 01:55:00.920
something watching them.”

01:55:00.920 --> 01:55:04.539
The young woman can’t help but look around,
scanning the forest to see if there’s anything

01:55:04.539 --> 01:55:08.749
out there watching her, but it’s too dark
to see anything past the dim ring of light

01:55:08.749 --> 01:55:10.469
cast by the campfire.

01:55:10.469 --> 01:55:13.800
“Just then, something emerged from the forest.

01:55:13.800 --> 01:55:18.360
The couple had no idea that it was just feet
behind them, matching them step for step.

01:55:18.360 --> 01:55:21.429
Slowly, it began to reach out towards them...

01:55:21.429 --> 01:55:22.429
“

01:55:22.429 --> 01:55:24.920
“What was it?” the young woman instinctually
asked.

01:55:24.920 --> 01:55:26.439
“It was…

01:55:26.439 --> 01:55:27.439
THE GASHADOKURO!”

01:55:27.439 --> 01:55:31.650
The young woman screams in fear as she is
grabbed from behind by a skeleton.

01:55:31.650 --> 01:55:35.349
But of course the laughing of her friends
clues her in immediately that this is not

01:55:35.349 --> 01:55:39.219
a real Gashadokuro, it’s just her stupid
friend in a mask.

01:55:39.219 --> 01:55:43.119
No one can contain their laughter, even the
young woman has to laugh a little.

01:55:43.119 --> 01:55:47.330
As her friend takes off his cheap, skull mask
she playfully hits him in the arm, “you

01:55:47.330 --> 01:55:48.330
jerk!”

01:55:48.330 --> 01:55:49.330
“You should have seen the look on your - “

01:55:49.330 --> 01:55:50.330
[ANIMATION NOTE: This is the big jump scare
as the giant skeleton leaps out and immediately

01:55:50.330 --> 01:55:51.330
grabs the boy who was wearing the mask.

01:55:51.330 --> 01:55:52.330
Make sure the skeleton who first appears also
steps on the campfire and puts it out.

01:55:52.330 --> 01:55:53.330
Two of the others are immediately grabbed
by another skeleton.

01:55:53.330 --> 01:55:54.330
It’s just the storyteller and the main girl
who escape into the woods.

01:55:54.330 --> 01:55:55.330
The skeletons are huge.

01:55:55.330 --> 01:55:56.330
They can all vary in size but they should
be around 300 feet tall ]

01:55:56.330 --> 01:55:57.330
The gigantic, shrieking skeleton leaps from
the woods and picks up the young man, shoving

01:55:57.330 --> 01:55:58.360
him straight into his mouth and consuming
him, the boy crying out as his bones are snapped

01:55:58.360 --> 01:56:00.610
between its enormous jaws.

01:56:00.610 --> 01:56:05.110
Everyone screams and turns to run, but another
colossal skeleton emerges from the forest,

01:56:05.110 --> 01:56:09.980
picking up two of the group, one in each hand,
before smashing them together over and over,

01:56:09.980 --> 01:56:14.849
leaving nothing but a tenderized pile of flesh
between its bony fingers that it then begins

01:56:14.849 --> 01:56:16.530
to devour.

01:56:16.530 --> 01:56:17.940
The young woman doesn’t know what to do.

01:56:17.940 --> 01:56:20.980
She’s petrified with fear, unable to move
or even think.

01:56:20.980 --> 01:56:24.349
She’s grabbed from behind and turns to see
her friend who was telling the story.

01:56:24.349 --> 01:56:25.650
“Come on, we have to go!”

01:56:25.650 --> 01:56:29.469
She still doesn’t move, she can’t tear
herself away from watching the horror that’s

01:56:29.469 --> 01:56:32.889
playing out in front of her, but he grabs
her hand and forcefully pulls her into the

01:56:32.889 --> 01:56:34.789
forest behind him.

01:56:34.789 --> 01:56:38.070
As they run through the woods, they can hear
the sounds of their friends being eaten by

01:56:38.070 --> 01:56:39.439
the enormous skeletons.

01:56:39.439 --> 01:56:43.170
There’s nothing they can do to help them
though, all they can do is run.

01:56:43.170 --> 01:56:47.469
The two sprint as fast as they can through
the thick, dark forest, jumping over fallen

01:56:47.469 --> 01:56:50.510
trees, hoping that there’s solid ground
on the other side.

01:56:50.510 --> 01:56:53.809
The young woman’s foot catches in a root
and she falls hard to the ground.

01:56:53.809 --> 01:56:56.119
Her friend stops and quickly comes back.

01:56:56.119 --> 01:56:59.900
As he is helping her stand up out of the mud
they both notice something.

01:56:59.900 --> 01:57:00.900
A sound.

01:57:00.900 --> 01:57:03.309
The heavy thuds of another giant skeleton.

01:57:03.309 --> 01:57:04.559
And it’s getting closer to them.

01:57:04.559 --> 01:57:06.809
“Come on, we have to keep going!”

01:57:06.809 --> 01:57:11.170
With a loud shriek, a huge bony hand emerges
from the forest and grabs the young man.

01:57:11.170 --> 01:57:15.300
The young woman watches as he is lifted a
hundred feet into the air and stuffed whole

01:57:15.300 --> 01:57:17.840
into the gargantuan skeleton’s mouth.

01:57:17.840 --> 01:57:21.960
She steps slowly backwards, knowing that she
will soon meet the same fate, until the earth

01:57:21.960 --> 01:57:24.300
disappears beneath her feet.

01:57:24.300 --> 01:57:28.110
She tumbles down the hillside, somersaulting
end over end, crashing through the brush on

01:57:28.110 --> 01:57:30.719
the hillside until dropping over embankment.

01:57:30.719 --> 01:57:34.499
If the fall down the hill knocked her out
then the drop over the embankment was enough

01:57:34.499 --> 01:57:35.959
to wake her back up.

01:57:35.959 --> 01:57:39.690
Her wits come back just enough for her to
roll under the embankment’s ledge, and not

01:57:39.690 --> 01:57:41.079
a moment too soon.

01:57:41.079 --> 01:57:45.979
She huddles under the ledge and watches as
the two skeletons stride over her hiding place

01:57:45.979 --> 01:57:48.760
and continue on deeper into the forest.

01:57:48.760 --> 01:57:52.020
She listens until the sounds of their thudding
steps disappear.

01:57:52.020 --> 01:57:55.469
She doesn’t know what to do, should she
try to get back to the campsite and see if

01:57:55.469 --> 01:57:56.889
any of her friends are still alive?

01:57:56.889 --> 01:57:59.340
If they are, they might need her help.

01:57:59.340 --> 01:58:01.989
But what if there are more of these… things…
out there?

01:58:01.989 --> 01:58:04.849
What if they come back, looking for her?

01:58:04.849 --> 01:58:09.560
Her mind races, unsure of what to do, and
she has trouble thinking clearly.

01:58:09.560 --> 01:58:12.770
Her ears are ringing from her tumble down
the hillside and her teeth audibly chatter

01:58:12.770 --> 01:58:13.770
in fear.

01:58:13.770 --> 01:58:17.530
As she debates her next move, trying to make
sense of the nightmare she’s found herself

01:58:17.530 --> 01:58:19.909
in, she suddenly notices something.

01:58:19.909 --> 01:58:23.630
A shadow cast by the moonlight begins to grow
on the ground in front of her.

01:58:23.630 --> 01:58:28.459
That’s when she realizes something else,
it’s not her teeth that are chattering.

01:58:28.459 --> 01:58:30.789
The sound is coming from somewhere else.

01:58:30.789 --> 01:58:35.309
She stands up and turns around to see a huge
skull slowly rising up behind her.

01:58:35.309 --> 01:58:39.820
The giant skeleton, this one even bigger than
the others, reaches out towards her.

01:58:39.820 --> 01:58:43.729
The girl closes her eyes, preparing to meet
her fate as the skeleton starts to shriek.

01:58:43.729 --> 01:58:46.290
But it’s a different kind of sound.

01:58:46.290 --> 01:58:50.280
She opens her eyes and is almost blinded by
the intense white light on the skeleton’s

01:58:50.280 --> 01:58:51.280
face.

01:58:51.280 --> 01:58:54.659
It sounds like it is shrieking in pain from
the light being cast on it, and she’s forced

01:58:54.659 --> 01:58:56.840
to turn away and shield her eyes.

01:58:56.840 --> 01:58:59.469
As she does so, she sees the source of the
light.

01:58:59.469 --> 01:59:01.300
It’s a man in a uniform.

01:59:01.300 --> 01:59:05.050
He looks like some sort of tactical police
officer, but instead of a gun, he’s holding

01:59:05.050 --> 01:59:08.199
an enormous flashlight that he’s pointing
at the skeleton.

01:59:08.199 --> 01:59:11.909
More men who are dressed just the same emerge
from the woods, blasting the skeleton with

01:59:11.909 --> 01:59:12.909
more light.

01:59:12.909 --> 01:59:16.560
It continues shrieking but seems helpless
to do anything.

01:59:16.560 --> 01:59:20.699
She watches as the skeleton seems to lose
its form, slowly disintegrating in the light

01:59:20.699 --> 01:59:22.900
until eventually it disappears completely

01:59:22.900 --> 01:59:27.480
Later, the young woman is sitting in the back
of a van with a blanket wrapped around her

01:59:27.480 --> 01:59:28.480
shoulders.

01:59:28.480 --> 01:59:33.249
One of the policemen, at least she thinks
he must be a policeman, brings her a hot drink.

01:59:33.249 --> 01:59:36.789
She still can’t believe what she saw that
night, the monstrous creatures that killed

01:59:36.789 --> 01:59:41.469
and ate her friends, it felt like it wasn’t
real, like she was watching a movie play out.

01:59:41.469 --> 01:59:45.519
“Were those… were those Gashadokuro?”
she asks.

01:59:45.519 --> 01:59:49.809
A man in a white lab coat looks up from a
nearby table where he had been working on

01:59:49.809 --> 01:59:50.809
something.

01:59:50.809 --> 01:59:52.540
She thinks he must be a doctor of some kind.

01:59:52.540 --> 01:59:55.929
“Yes,” he tells her, “or something similar
to them.

01:59:55.929 --> 01:59:59.800
Maybe they inspired the myth of the Gashadokuro,
maybe the myth inspired them.

01:59:59.800 --> 02:00:01.730
We simply don’t know.”

02:00:01.730 --> 02:00:05.090
She asks, “all my friends are - “ “Dead”
he interjects.

02:00:05.090 --> 02:00:10.090
“I know this is hard for you, getting chased
by giant anomalous skeletons and watching

02:00:10.090 --> 02:00:12.920
your friends eaten alive would be tough for
anyone to deal with.”

02:00:12.920 --> 02:00:16.849
The young woman starts to sob, the weight
of the moment finally hitting her.

02:00:16.849 --> 02:00:19.479
“But I have some good news” he tells her.

02:00:19.479 --> 02:00:21.039
She sniffs and looks up at the doctor.

02:00:21.039 --> 02:00:25.749
“Believe it or not, I’ve seen this thing
happen a lot, and you don’t have to worry,

02:00:25.749 --> 02:00:28.070
because you’re not going to remember any
of this.”

02:00:28.070 --> 02:00:31.659
“Ouch” the young woman cries, and looks
down to see that he has jabbed her in the

02:00:31.659 --> 02:00:32.980
thigh with a syringe.

02:00:32.980 --> 02:00:36.829
She tries to push him away but she’s already
feeling weak and disoriented.

02:00:36.829 --> 02:00:41.270
She sways a little before her eyes shut and
she passes out.

02:00:41.270 --> 02:00:44.269
The young woman wakes in the cheery morning
light of her own bedroom.

02:00:44.269 --> 02:00:48.249
She yawns and stretches, the strange dream
about skeletons in the forest already drifting

02:00:48.249 --> 02:00:50.179
from her mind.

02:00:50.179 --> 02:00:51.179
Konnichiwa!

02:00:51.179 --> 02:00:56.420
I’m Dr. Bob and today’s file is a terrifying
anomalous entity referred to in Japan as the

02:00:56.420 --> 02:01:04.090
Gashadokuro, but known by the SCP Foundation
as SCP-2863… the Starving Skeletons.

02:01:04.090 --> 02:01:10.989
SCP-2863 is not just one, but an entire population
of entities that resemble gigantic human skeletons.

02:01:10.989 --> 02:01:15.190
These enormous, bony creatures’ size can
vary, but on average they are approximately

02:01:15.190 --> 02:01:16.550
30 meters tall.

02:01:16.550 --> 02:01:20.949
While their exact number is unknown, over
200 separate individual instances have been

02:01:20.949 --> 02:01:25.449
identified and catalogued, with each having
distinctive markings such as their bones having

02:01:25.449 --> 02:01:29.079
different types of damage or burn marks present.

02:01:29.079 --> 02:01:34.239
SCP-2863 instances are currently found exclusively
in Japan, where they will appear only after

02:01:34.239 --> 02:01:35.239
sunset.

02:01:35.239 --> 02:01:39.209
It is still unknown if the skeletons are sapient,
though they do appear sentient as they engage

02:01:39.209 --> 02:01:43.340
in their primary behavior of hunting down
and consuming humans.

02:01:43.340 --> 02:01:47.349
Despite their enormous size, they are capable
of moving very quietly when they want to,

02:01:47.349 --> 02:01:51.519
though there have been reports from survivors
of their appearance being preceded by a rattling

02:01:51.519 --> 02:01:56.219
like sound, which may be their own teeth or
giant bones hitting against each other.

02:01:56.219 --> 02:02:00.469
Once they have caught a human, they will immediately
devour them, with the human’s blood appearing

02:02:00.469 --> 02:02:04.820
to be absorbed directly into their bones,
since they lack any digestive organs.

02:02:04.820 --> 02:02:08.480
It is unknown if they require the blood of
humans for sustenance, or if their predatory

02:02:08.480 --> 02:02:11.769
behavior is motivated by something else.

02:02:11.769 --> 02:02:16.630
Monitoring and control of SCP-2863 instances
was previously the responsibility of the Imperial

02:02:16.630 --> 02:02:20.920
Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency.

02:02:20.920 --> 02:02:26.019
The IJAMEA, which as the name suggests, was
Imperial Japan’s answer to the SCP Foundation,

02:02:26.019 --> 02:02:29.760
tasked with investigating the strange anomalies
within their own borders for the benefit of

02:02:29.760 --> 02:02:31.849
the empire.

02:02:31.849 --> 02:02:35.920
Several of the IJAMEA agents who had been
investigating the Gashadokuro at the end of

02:02:35.920 --> 02:02:40.699
World War 2 transferred to the SCP Foundation
when the Anomalous Matters Examination Agency

02:02:40.699 --> 02:02:44.420
was disbanded and continued their work on
the anomaly.

02:02:44.420 --> 02:02:48.050
They also provided their original files on
the anomaly, which gave the Foundation their

02:02:48.050 --> 02:02:51.310
first information on the giant anomalous skeletons.

02:02:51.310 --> 02:02:55.000
According to the IJAMEA’s translated file:

02:02:55.000 --> 02:03:00.010
“Gashadokuro are created by mass death,
by the concentrated suffering of hundreds.

02:03:00.010 --> 02:03:04.510
While the Gashadokuro will eventually fade,
they remain for centuries after their creation,

02:03:04.510 --> 02:03:07.559
lingering until their sorrow has diffused
and faded.

02:03:07.559 --> 02:03:10.229
There is no way to hasten this process.”

02:03:10.229 --> 02:03:15.199
The IJAMEA file also explained that while
conventional weaponry is useless against the

02:03:15.199 --> 02:03:20.229
anomalous skeletons, light can be used to
banish the creatures, and either natural daylight

02:03:20.229 --> 02:03:22.199
or manmade light will suffice.

02:03:22.199 --> 02:03:26.689
When exposed to light, the skeletons will
start to lose their corporeal form until they

02:03:26.689 --> 02:03:28.679
fade away completely.

02:03:28.679 --> 02:03:34.309
This doesn’t kill instances of SCP-2863
though, it only temporarily neutralizes them,

02:03:34.309 --> 02:03:38.610
and appearances of the same instance will
often be reported the very next night.

02:03:38.610 --> 02:03:43.989
Just as the IJAMEA had noted in their file,
the SCP Foundation also made the connection

02:03:43.989 --> 02:03:48.130
between SCP-2863 and locations of mass suffering.

02:03:48.130 --> 02:03:54.249
While Imperial Japan’s anomalous investigation
unit identified 203 instances of SCP-2863,

02:03:54.249 --> 02:03:58.269
the Foundation has since become aware of three
others, each of which were found at sites

02:03:58.269 --> 02:04:00.900
connected to death and destruction.

02:04:00.900 --> 02:04:05.159
The first new instance was found near Nanjing,
China, the location of an especially brutal

02:04:05.159 --> 02:04:10.499
massacre during the second world war that
may have resulted in as many as 300,000 deaths.

02:04:10.499 --> 02:04:16.050
It’s believed that the entity first appeared
in this location in 1938, just after the massacre,

02:04:16.050 --> 02:04:19.499
while the city was still under the control
of Imperial Japan.

02:04:19.499 --> 02:04:23.780
This has led some to speculate that the locations
where Gashadokuro appear are inherently tied

02:04:23.780 --> 02:04:28.650
to the borders of Japan as a nation, and have
fluctuated with geopolitical changes.

02:04:28.650 --> 02:04:32.979
The second was discovered several kilometers
from Fukuoka City in Japan, a city that saw

02:04:32.979 --> 02:04:36.260
heavy firebombing by Allied Forces during
the war.

02:04:36.260 --> 02:04:41.059
The third was identified in 2011 in the Tōhoku
region of Japan, which is where the Fukushima

02:04:41.059 --> 02:04:42.880
nuclear disaster occurred.

02:04:42.880 --> 02:04:46.550
Each of these new instances appeared to bear
injuries consistent with someone who suffered

02:04:46.550 --> 02:04:50.780
through the nearby tragedies, with the first
showing evidence of crushed bones, the second

02:04:50.780 --> 02:04:54.929
appearing to have suffered intense burning,
and the third missing teeth which is common

02:04:54.929 --> 02:04:57.590
in cases of extreme radiation poisoning.

02:04:57.590 --> 02:05:01.479
These specific injuries add further evidence
of the connection the Gashadokuro may have

02:05:01.479 --> 02:05:03.039
to human misery.

02:05:03.039 --> 02:05:08.689
The impermanent nature of SCP-2863 and their
ability to manifest even after being neutralized

02:05:08.689 --> 02:05:13.630
has made long term containment of this anomaly
all but impossible, and they have been classified

02:05:13.630 --> 02:05:15.159
as Keter.

02:05:15.159 --> 02:05:19.159
In the event that an instance is spotted,
Mobile Task Force Omicron-3 is dispatched

02:05:19.159 --> 02:05:23.039
to the area where they will attempt to neutralize
the entity through the use of high-powered

02:05:23.039 --> 02:05:24.239
floodlights.

02:05:24.239 --> 02:05:29.679
Any civilians who are exposed to SCP-2863
and survive are given Class-A amnestics so

02:05:29.679 --> 02:05:33.729
that they can hopefully move on with their
lives and forget their horrifying encounter

02:05:33.729 --> 02:05:35.880
with the Starving Skeletons.

02:05:35.880 --> 02:05:41.469
Now go and watch another entry from the files
of Dr. Bob, like SCP-966 Sleep Killer, for

02:05:41.469 --> 02:05:44.929
another anomaly who has decided to make humans
its preferred prey.

02:05:44.929 --> 02:05:49.110
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