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Not to blow my own trumpet but I personally have revived this thread at least 4 times.Drakmeire said:
Although it does seem to last a long time on it's own
That was the scariest non-screamer I have ever seen.Gunjack65 said:
Item #: SCP-004
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: When handling items SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-13, proper procedure is vital. The items are not permitted off-site unless accompanied by two Level 4 security personnel. Under no circumstances should any other component of SCP-004 be taken through SCP-004-1. The effects of doing so are as yet unknown, and the current cost of experimentation makes further research impractical. Should any of the objects contained within SCP-004-1 break containment, or the facility be breached, the keys must be brought inside and the door closed prior to activation of Site 62?s on-site warhead. Unauthorized removal of keys from the testing area is grounds for immediate termination.
Level 1 clearance is required for basic access to SCP-004-1; Level 4 clearance is required for use of SCP-004-2 to -13.
Description: SCP-004 consists of an old wooden barn door (SCP-004-1) and a set of twelve (12) rusted steel keys (SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-13). The door itself is the entrance to an abandoned factory in [DATA EXPUNGED].
Chronological History
07/02/1949: A group of three juveniles trespassing on federal property near ██████████ find the door. According to their testimony, they found a set of rusted keys in an iron lockbox and determined what door the keys unlock. The juveniles are taken into custody after they contact Sheriff █████████████████ when one of their friends (SCP-004-CAS01) goes missing.
07/03/1949: Local authorities find the severed right hand of SCP-004-CAS01 eight kilometers from SCP-004-1. Other parts of SCP-004-CAS01's body are found scattered as far as 32 km from the factory. Under interrogation, the apprehended juveniles tell authorities that upon opening the door with one of the keys, SCP-004-CAS01 was torn into several pieces, each of which disappeared. At this point, the SCP Foundation takes over the investigation.
07/04/1949: SCP Agent █████ obtains the keys from the local authorities to begin testing. Tests show that SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-12 all fit into a single lock on the large barred door. 12 Class D personnel are assigned to test the effects of the door. Of the twelve (12) test subjects each trying a different key to enter the room, only two (2) survive. Opening the door with any key except SCP-004-7 or SCP-004-12 caused the test subjects to be torn apart in multiple directions; however, no dismembered parts were found until later. At the time of writing, only two (2) parts of each subject have been recovered (with the exception of the subject using SCP-004-█, whose pieces were scattered in close proximity). The others have, for all intents and purposes, vanished from existence.
Of the two surviving subjects, only one (having used SCP-004-7) returned unharmed. The other came back in a near-catatonic state, able only to remove himself from the room and then collapse on the floor, and had to be restrained to prevent him from gouging out his eyes (see Appendix A: Mental Health Effects of SCP-004). The subject using SCP-004-7 said that he had entered a large room, impossibly big for the size of the attached building. After his exit, SCP-004-1 was propped open and an armed squad of Level 3 personnel entered. The size of the room is impossible to measure and the door frame and the individuals in the room are the only part of the room that can be felt or illuminated.
07/16/1949: The juvenile suspects and Sheriff █████████████████ are terminated.
08/02/1949: █████████████████ is declared a hazardous area "due to unexploded ordnance" and fences erected in order to prevent civilian ingress. Tests to determine safety of exposure to environment behind SCP-004-1 begin.
12/01/1950: Space-time anomalies resulting from exposure to SCP-004 are confirmed. Testing is suspended until further notice.
07/03/19██: The unaccounted-for remains of SCP-004-CAS01 appear unexpectedly outside SCP-004-1. Despite being killed decades before, the remains of SCP-004-CAS01 are not decomposed in any manner and are still warm to the touch. Blood remains uncoagulated. The remains are remanded for testing.
07/04/19██: The unaccounted-for remains of one of the twelve (12) original test subjects appear in similar manner to those of SCP-004-CAS01. The remains have been designated SCP-004-CAS02. Records suggest that both SCP-004-CAS01 and CAS02 used SCP-004-██.
03/21/1999: With the massive proliferation of nuclear weapons and World War III only ██ years away, construction has begun on a site inside SCP-004-1. The site is to stock supplies for ███████ person-days.
04/21/1999: █████████████████ has ordered the site inside SCP-004-1 to be expanded to include emergency storage for all mobile SCP-███ specimens and a ██-petabyte database for the storage of all SCP data. The facility is now referred to as Site-62.
09/25/2000: Site-62 is operational. Labs and containment units are complete and can contain the most dangerous specimens. Backup of the SCP database has begun.
01/25/2001: Due to time anomalies (see ?Space-Time Anomalies? below), all personnel working at Site-62 are now required to reside on-site permanently. Families of personnel are to be informed that loved ones perished in an industrial accident. Cloned bodies have been prepared for funeral.
07/14/2003: Massive power outage across Northeast United States and through Canada. Due to the initial failure of multiple SCP generators, Site-62 was without power for fifty-three (53) minutes. During those fifty-three (53) minutes, those on site were completely without any source of light. They reported "sensing" creatures and people, although no abnormal entities could be seen or felt. Selected facility personnel were allowed to read ████████████ (Appendix A) and said the creatures "sensed" were of humanoid size but otherwise similar to the massive green creature described.
Space-Time Anomalies
SCP-004 seems to propagate spatiotemporal anomalies. Personnel leaving the facility report losing time. Those who have been in the site for weeks insist that they had only been in the facility for several days, and records of work completed and supplies consumed support their claims. Other temporal anomalies involve SCP-004-2 through -13, especially the reappearance of SCP-004-CAS01 and SCP-004-CAS02 exactly ██ years after using SCP-004-██. ████████████████████ has been assigned to investigate all aspects of these time anomalies. Spatial anomalies include the impossibly large dimensions of the area opened by SCP-004-7. Similarly, the 2003 blackout incident suggests that there exists an alternate plane of existence within the same space that Site-62 occupies.
Further Notes
Testing on SCP-004 reveals that ten (10) of the keys open SCP-004-1 on a dimension where the laws of physics and topology are significantly different than those of our home dimension. Test subjects meeting these hostile conditions are torn apart, their body parts deposited in various locations, only three of which have been verified to be on Earth. Material deposited at two of these points appears immediately; material deposited at the third appears exactly ██ years into the future. The other seven locations are currently unknown.
Current testing focuses on two avenues of research. The first is finding ways to survive SCP-004?s hostile topologies. The second [DATA EXPUNGED] suggest that SCP-004-2 through -13 may open doors other than SCP-004-1.
Appendix A: Mental Health Effects of SCP-004-12
All Class D personnel using SCP-004-12 return in a catatonic state, unable to speak. Some may have enough energy left to try to claw out their eyes. Of the 16 subjects, only 4 have survived. Only one has regained speech, following long-term psychotherapy. He was able to tell the psychiatrist that he saw a massive green creature, so large that much of its body extended beyond his field of view. He reported innate fear and sudden recognition, ?as if it were something buried deep in [his] primal fears,? and forced implantation of ?incomprehensible? memories. Subject displays acute anterograde and retrograde amnesia.
Appendix B
Item #: SCP-004-14
Date of Discovery: 09/02/1950
Origin of Object: Object was discovered elsewhere in factory area, in the previously undiscovered manager's office.
Description: Object appears as a large (182 cm X 129 cm), unvarnished wooden box. The box may be unlocked by the "safe" key, SCP-004-7, as well as five of the "unsafe" keys (see Document SCP-004-1).
Upon unlocking SCP-004-14 with SCP-004-7, the box opens automatically on hinges. The volume of the space inside is precisely five times greater than the outer dimensions imply. Items placed within while the lid remains open do not affect the weight or any other properties of the box. When the lid is closed and locked, however, all items inside vanish irretrievably. Personnel locked inside the box are also irretrievable, although losing personnel in this fashion appears to affect significantly the dreams experienced by [DATA EXPUNGED].
Appendix C
Date of Discovery: 02/29/2008
As part of an experiment led by Dr. ██████████, four (4) Class-D personnel were deposited into SCP-004-3 with [DATA EXPUNGED]. The box was closed, locked, and re-opened. A yellow-green band composed of an unknown rubbery substance was found inside. The item has been deemed safe and is in Dr. ██████████'s possession.
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: When handling items SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-13, proper procedure is vital. The items are not permitted off-site unless accompanied by two Level 4 security personnel. Under no circumstances should any other component of SCP-004 be taken through SCP-004-1. The effects of doing so are as yet unknown, and the current cost of experimentation makes further research impractical. Should any of the objects contained within SCP-004-1 break containment, or the facility be breached, the keys must be brought inside and the door closed prior to activation of Site 62?s on-site warhead. Unauthorized removal of keys from the testing area is grounds for immediate termination.
Level 1 clearance is required for basic access to SCP-004-1; Level 4 clearance is required for use of SCP-004-2 to -13.
Description: SCP-004 consists of an old wooden barn door (SCP-004-1) and a set of twelve (12) rusted steel keys (SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-13). The door itself is the entrance to an abandoned factory in [DATA EXPUNGED].
Chronological History
07/02/1949: A group of three juveniles trespassing on federal property near ██████████ find the door. According to their testimony, they found a set of rusted keys in an iron lockbox and determined what door the keys unlock. The juveniles are taken into custody after they contact Sheriff █████████████████ when one of their friends (SCP-004-CAS01) goes missing.
07/03/1949: Local authorities find the severed right hand of SCP-004-CAS01 eight kilometers from SCP-004-1. Other parts of SCP-004-CAS01's body are found scattered as far as 32 km from the factory. Under interrogation, the apprehended juveniles tell authorities that upon opening the door with one of the keys, SCP-004-CAS01 was torn into several pieces, each of which disappeared. At this point, the SCP Foundation takes over the investigation.
07/04/1949: SCP Agent █████ obtains the keys from the local authorities to begin testing. Tests show that SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-12 all fit into a single lock on the large barred door. 12 Class D personnel are assigned to test the effects of the door. Of the twelve (12) test subjects each trying a different key to enter the room, only two (2) survive. Opening the door with any key except SCP-004-7 or SCP-004-12 caused the test subjects to be torn apart in multiple directions; however, no dismembered parts were found until later. At the time of writing, only two (2) parts of each subject have been recovered (with the exception of the subject using SCP-004-█, whose pieces were scattered in close proximity). The others have, for all intents and purposes, vanished from existence.
Of the two surviving subjects, only one (having used SCP-004-7) returned unharmed. The other came back in a near-catatonic state, able only to remove himself from the room and then collapse on the floor, and had to be restrained to prevent him from gouging out his eyes (see Appendix A: Mental Health Effects of SCP-004). The subject using SCP-004-7 said that he had entered a large room, impossibly big for the size of the attached building. After his exit, SCP-004-1 was propped open and an armed squad of Level 3 personnel entered. The size of the room is impossible to measure and the door frame and the individuals in the room are the only part of the room that can be felt or illuminated.
07/16/1949: The juvenile suspects and Sheriff █████████████████ are terminated.
08/02/1949: █████████████████ is declared a hazardous area "due to unexploded ordnance" and fences erected in order to prevent civilian ingress. Tests to determine safety of exposure to environment behind SCP-004-1 begin.
12/01/1950: Space-time anomalies resulting from exposure to SCP-004 are confirmed. Testing is suspended until further notice.
07/03/19██: The unaccounted-for remains of SCP-004-CAS01 appear unexpectedly outside SCP-004-1. Despite being killed decades before, the remains of SCP-004-CAS01 are not decomposed in any manner and are still warm to the touch. Blood remains uncoagulated. The remains are remanded for testing.
07/04/19██: The unaccounted-for remains of one of the twelve (12) original test subjects appear in similar manner to those of SCP-004-CAS01. The remains have been designated SCP-004-CAS02. Records suggest that both SCP-004-CAS01 and CAS02 used SCP-004-██.
03/21/1999: With the massive proliferation of nuclear weapons and World War III only ██ years away, construction has begun on a site inside SCP-004-1. The site is to stock supplies for ███████ person-days.
04/21/1999: █████████████████ has ordered the site inside SCP-004-1 to be expanded to include emergency storage for all mobile SCP-███ specimens and a ██-petabyte database for the storage of all SCP data. The facility is now referred to as Site-62.
09/25/2000: Site-62 is operational. Labs and containment units are complete and can contain the most dangerous specimens. Backup of the SCP database has begun.
01/25/2001: Due to time anomalies (see ?Space-Time Anomalies? below), all personnel working at Site-62 are now required to reside on-site permanently. Families of personnel are to be informed that loved ones perished in an industrial accident. Cloned bodies have been prepared for funeral.
07/14/2003: Massive power outage across Northeast United States and through Canada. Due to the initial failure of multiple SCP generators, Site-62 was without power for fifty-three (53) minutes. During those fifty-three (53) minutes, those on site were completely without any source of light. They reported "sensing" creatures and people, although no abnormal entities could be seen or felt. Selected facility personnel were allowed to read ████████████ (Appendix A) and said the creatures "sensed" were of humanoid size but otherwise similar to the massive green creature described.
Space-Time Anomalies
SCP-004 seems to propagate spatiotemporal anomalies. Personnel leaving the facility report losing time. Those who have been in the site for weeks insist that they had only been in the facility for several days, and records of work completed and supplies consumed support their claims. Other temporal anomalies involve SCP-004-2 through -13, especially the reappearance of SCP-004-CAS01 and SCP-004-CAS02 exactly ██ years after using SCP-004-██. ████████████████████ has been assigned to investigate all aspects of these time anomalies. Spatial anomalies include the impossibly large dimensions of the area opened by SCP-004-7. Similarly, the 2003 blackout incident suggests that there exists an alternate plane of existence within the same space that Site-62 occupies.
Further Notes
Testing on SCP-004 reveals that ten (10) of the keys open SCP-004-1 on a dimension where the laws of physics and topology are significantly different than those of our home dimension. Test subjects meeting these hostile conditions are torn apart, their body parts deposited in various locations, only three of which have been verified to be on Earth. Material deposited at two of these points appears immediately; material deposited at the third appears exactly ██ years into the future. The other seven locations are currently unknown.
Current testing focuses on two avenues of research. The first is finding ways to survive SCP-004?s hostile topologies. The second [DATA EXPUNGED] suggest that SCP-004-2 through -13 may open doors other than SCP-004-1.
Appendix A: Mental Health Effects of SCP-004-12
All Class D personnel using SCP-004-12 return in a catatonic state, unable to speak. Some may have enough energy left to try to claw out their eyes. Of the 16 subjects, only 4 have survived. Only one has regained speech, following long-term psychotherapy. He was able to tell the psychiatrist that he saw a massive green creature, so large that much of its body extended beyond his field of view. He reported innate fear and sudden recognition, ?as if it were something buried deep in [his] primal fears,? and forced implantation of ?incomprehensible? memories. Subject displays acute anterograde and retrograde amnesia.
Appendix B
Item #: SCP-004-14
Date of Discovery: 09/02/1950
Origin of Object: Object was discovered elsewhere in factory area, in the previously undiscovered manager's office.
Description: Object appears as a large (182 cm X 129 cm), unvarnished wooden box. The box may be unlocked by the "safe" key, SCP-004-7, as well as five of the "unsafe" keys (see Document SCP-004-1).
Upon unlocking SCP-004-14 with SCP-004-7, the box opens automatically on hinges. The volume of the space inside is precisely five times greater than the outer dimensions imply. Items placed within while the lid remains open do not affect the weight or any other properties of the box. When the lid is closed and locked, however, all items inside vanish irretrievably. Personnel locked inside the box are also irretrievable, although losing personnel in this fashion appears to affect significantly the dreams experienced by [DATA EXPUNGED].
Appendix C
Date of Discovery: 02/29/2008
As part of an experiment led by Dr. ██████████, four (4) Class-D personnel were deposited into SCP-004-3 with [DATA EXPUNGED]. The box was closed, locked, and re-opened. A yellow-green band composed of an unknown rubbery substance was found inside. The item has been deemed safe and is in Dr. ██████████'s possession.
With Love and Fear - Mcupobob
This sent a chill right through my spine...
A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen, so she runs downstairs to meet her mother.
As she's running through the hallway, the door to the cupboard under the stairs opens, and a hand reaches out and pulls her in. It's her mother, she whispers to the child "Don't go into the kitchen, I heard it too.".
EDIT: I just noticed that this is my 1000th post, and I'm pretty pleased with myself, now where's that Morpheus badge?!
A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen, so she runs downstairs to meet her mother.
As she's running through the hallway, the door to the cupboard under the stairs opens, and a hand reaches out and pulls her in. It's her mother, she whispers to the child "Don't go into the kitchen, I heard it too.".
EDIT: I just noticed that this is my 1000th post, and I'm pretty pleased with myself, now where's that Morpheus badge?!
This is what happens when I fall asleep in front of the keyboard, weird stuff gets written.
I sit at a table in the corner; over where no-one will bother to look too closely at the meeting. I shouldn?t really have to, people aren?t really what you call observant around here, but in my line of work, it always pays to be just that little bit more careful.
My client walks through the door of the pub and looks around for me, trying to match the face with the voice from the other side of the phone. He keeps looking over his shoulder, like he expects the cops to burst in at any second; I know that they won?t find the bodies for quite a while, but then, my sources are a fair bit better than his. After checking my watch, I decide that we have about six hours. Plenty of time.
I tire of his searching and wave; he sees me and stalks over to my table. He scans the room once more before sitting. We stare at each other for a few moments before I break the silence,
"So, what?ll you have? My shout." My words sound genial on the surface, but there is an undercurrent of menace that I will not and in fact, cannot, knowing what this man has done, conceal.
He looks at me quizzically, as if he?s trying to figure out if I am who he thinks I am. To that I can say no, no matter who he thinks I am, he?s wrong. When he speaks, his voice quivers with guilt,
"Are you Mister Ferryman?" I nod and ask a question of my own, even though I?ve known the answer since before he called my office nine hours ago,
"Mister Johnson?" his nods are almost seizure like in his joy to meet me and he begins babbling,
"Oh thank god. The last coupla? hours have been a goddamn nightmare, I mean, I couldn?t really deal with everything that happened..." I tune out his droning for a moment and try to place his accent, American defiantly, maybe New York, I don?t know, where my clients are from has never been a subject of great concern for me. But now Mr. Johnson starts to get onto the crux of the matter,
"...And then, all I could see were their faces, and one of them still had his bag, ready for school, so I put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger. Would you believe it though, it-it-it misfired, then I thought, you know, maybe god has a purpose for me. So I called you. Thought you could get me out of this." My face pulls into a sneer, not just at Mr. Johnson?s actions, but at just how pathetic he is. Having a client who feels guilt at what they?ve done does make what I have planned easier though. I force a look of professional friendliness onto my face, the effort hurts the muscles slightly, I?m not used to showing much emotion. The look calms him down a bit though and shuts him up long enough for me to reply,
"God is too busy to be concerned with you Mister Johnson and you are lucky that I am not. Now, you told my secretary that you wanted to get out, what exactly is it that you mean by that?"
My question obviously strikes at him, for his next words are shouted in a fury born of panic,
"You know goddamn well what I mean, now you get me the hell out of here before the cops find me!" his shouting raises the attention of the shadowy figures hidden in the darkness of the other tables. I shoot them a glare and they return to their drinks. They know me, even if they don?t know why I?m here today. Most of them have called upon my services in the past.
"Mister Johnson," I say, still calm, "we have plenty of time, now will you please tell me what exactly you mean by out of here.?
He begins to chew at his fingernails. I am reminded of a rat with a cracker.
"Get me away, away from the kids, away from their faces, away from what I?ve done. Just get me away!"
I stand and smooth out the wrinkles in my coat. Mr. Johnson looks terrified that I am just going to abandon him without another word, but my work here is not yet done.
"I?m afraid I can?t help you Mister Johnson, but before I go, perhaps I can give you a bit of advice, you see, In my line of work..."
Mr. Johnson screams, terror mixing with desperation and guilt in his voice,
"I DON?T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!"
I allow the echoes to die down before I continue, my voice icy, "You have plenty of time Mister Johnson. Now, in my line of work, I come across lots of people in your situation and when I first started out, I would give them what they wanted, I would take them away from what they did and allow them to continue on their way, always in the state that you?re in now, Guilty and terrified of what?s coming next. Then I thought, if the victims are still died, the killer is still haunted and I?m not really helping anyone what is the point of my job in the first place?" Mr. Johnson flinches at the words victim and killer, "So, what I have been telling people in your situation for a long time, Mister Johnson, is that you cannot get away from what you?ve done until you accept it. Look those faces in the eye until you can understand their loss and know what you?ve done was wrong beyond the mere concept of ?the cops are coming to punish me'." I allow a measure of my disgust to leak through in my imitation, "Mister Jonson, what you have to do is embrace the fact that, whatever?s coming next," I lean across the table and give a genuine smile, not for his benefit, but rather for the thought of Mr. Johnson endureing what was to come once he left my care, "you deserve it and then, the faces will go away and you can get away from what you?ve done."
My little speech, honed to perfection after Mr. Johnson?s many predecessors, obviously shocks my client and all he can manage is a frightened squeak,
"Why, why should I?" he asks, now treating me as one of his many enemies.
"Because, Mister Johnson, your pistol did not, in fact, misfire." I do not wait for this fact to sink in before I turn and walk towards the door. I lay my hand on the knob just before he says,
"Do I... Do I have enough time though?"
I don?t bother to turn around as I reply, and I?m not even sure if he hears me,
"Plenty of time mister Johnson," I chuckle, "plenty of time."
I lock the door behind me.
I sit at a table in the corner; over where no-one will bother to look too closely at the meeting. I shouldn?t really have to, people aren?t really what you call observant around here, but in my line of work, it always pays to be just that little bit more careful.
My client walks through the door of the pub and looks around for me, trying to match the face with the voice from the other side of the phone. He keeps looking over his shoulder, like he expects the cops to burst in at any second; I know that they won?t find the bodies for quite a while, but then, my sources are a fair bit better than his. After checking my watch, I decide that we have about six hours. Plenty of time.
I tire of his searching and wave; he sees me and stalks over to my table. He scans the room once more before sitting. We stare at each other for a few moments before I break the silence,
"So, what?ll you have? My shout." My words sound genial on the surface, but there is an undercurrent of menace that I will not and in fact, cannot, knowing what this man has done, conceal.
He looks at me quizzically, as if he?s trying to figure out if I am who he thinks I am. To that I can say no, no matter who he thinks I am, he?s wrong. When he speaks, his voice quivers with guilt,
"Are you Mister Ferryman?" I nod and ask a question of my own, even though I?ve known the answer since before he called my office nine hours ago,
"Mister Johnson?" his nods are almost seizure like in his joy to meet me and he begins babbling,
"Oh thank god. The last coupla? hours have been a goddamn nightmare, I mean, I couldn?t really deal with everything that happened..." I tune out his droning for a moment and try to place his accent, American defiantly, maybe New York, I don?t know, where my clients are from has never been a subject of great concern for me. But now Mr. Johnson starts to get onto the crux of the matter,
"...And then, all I could see were their faces, and one of them still had his bag, ready for school, so I put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger. Would you believe it though, it-it-it misfired, then I thought, you know, maybe god has a purpose for me. So I called you. Thought you could get me out of this." My face pulls into a sneer, not just at Mr. Johnson?s actions, but at just how pathetic he is. Having a client who feels guilt at what they?ve done does make what I have planned easier though. I force a look of professional friendliness onto my face, the effort hurts the muscles slightly, I?m not used to showing much emotion. The look calms him down a bit though and shuts him up long enough for me to reply,
"God is too busy to be concerned with you Mister Johnson and you are lucky that I am not. Now, you told my secretary that you wanted to get out, what exactly is it that you mean by that?"
My question obviously strikes at him, for his next words are shouted in a fury born of panic,
"You know goddamn well what I mean, now you get me the hell out of here before the cops find me!" his shouting raises the attention of the shadowy figures hidden in the darkness of the other tables. I shoot them a glare and they return to their drinks. They know me, even if they don?t know why I?m here today. Most of them have called upon my services in the past.
"Mister Johnson," I say, still calm, "we have plenty of time, now will you please tell me what exactly you mean by out of here.?
He begins to chew at his fingernails. I am reminded of a rat with a cracker.
"Get me away, away from the kids, away from their faces, away from what I?ve done. Just get me away!"
I stand and smooth out the wrinkles in my coat. Mr. Johnson looks terrified that I am just going to abandon him without another word, but my work here is not yet done.
"I?m afraid I can?t help you Mister Johnson, but before I go, perhaps I can give you a bit of advice, you see, In my line of work..."
Mr. Johnson screams, terror mixing with desperation and guilt in his voice,
"I DON?T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!"
I allow the echoes to die down before I continue, my voice icy, "You have plenty of time Mister Johnson. Now, in my line of work, I come across lots of people in your situation and when I first started out, I would give them what they wanted, I would take them away from what they did and allow them to continue on their way, always in the state that you?re in now, Guilty and terrified of what?s coming next. Then I thought, if the victims are still died, the killer is still haunted and I?m not really helping anyone what is the point of my job in the first place?" Mr. Johnson flinches at the words victim and killer, "So, what I have been telling people in your situation for a long time, Mister Johnson, is that you cannot get away from what you?ve done until you accept it. Look those faces in the eye until you can understand their loss and know what you?ve done was wrong beyond the mere concept of ?the cops are coming to punish me'." I allow a measure of my disgust to leak through in my imitation, "Mister Jonson, what you have to do is embrace the fact that, whatever?s coming next," I lean across the table and give a genuine smile, not for his benefit, but rather for the thought of Mr. Johnson endureing what was to come once he left my care, "you deserve it and then, the faces will go away and you can get away from what you?ve done."
My little speech, honed to perfection after Mr. Johnson?s many predecessors, obviously shocks my client and all he can manage is a frightened squeak,
"Why, why should I?" he asks, now treating me as one of his many enemies.
"Because, Mister Johnson, your pistol did not, in fact, misfire." I do not wait for this fact to sink in before I turn and walk towards the door. I lay my hand on the knob just before he says,
"Do I... Do I have enough time though?"
I don?t bother to turn around as I reply, and I?m not even sure if he hears me,
"Plenty of time mister Johnson," I chuckle, "plenty of time."
I lock the door behind me.
Thanks very much mate.David_G said:
I always thought that it was that the ferryman was diverting souls from the afterlife in his own idea of a punishment, kind of like a copper kidnapping a prisoner and locking them in their basement. But if theres an idea you like more, then Id believe that.
Have some Anibooms.
Black Coffin:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrv6z7rDgio
The 66th Floor:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjMWJsnYbuw&feature=watch_response
Behind Closed Doors:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81r3aNV7TUQ&feature=channel
Emily:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhkAZWBT6LM&feature=channel
The Ballad of Mary Slade:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWNkfrqeXPA&feature=related
Black Coffin:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrv6z7rDgio
The 66th Floor:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjMWJsnYbuw&feature=watch_response
Behind Closed Doors:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81r3aNV7TUQ&feature=channel
Emily:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhkAZWBT6LM&feature=channel
The Ballad of Mary Slade:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWNkfrqeXPA&feature=related
That's sick! My little brother would be traumatized if he saw this! I'd sob uncontrollably if I was forced to watch that over and over again.Pararaptor said:
I want to start off by saying if you want an answer at the end, prepare to be disappointed. There just isn't one.
I was an intern at Nickelodeon Studios for a year in 2005 for my degree in animation. It wasn't paid of course, most internships aren't, but it did have some perks beyond education. To adults it might not seem like a big one, but most kids at the time would shit themselves over it. Since I worked directly with the editors and animators, I got to view the new episodes days before they aired.
I'll get right to it without giving too many unnecessary details. They had very recently made the Spongebob movie and the entire staff was somewhat sapped of creativity so it took them longer to start up the season. But the delay lasted longer for more upsetting reasons. There was a problem with the series 4 premier that set everyone and everything back for several months.
Me and two other interns were in the editing room along with the lead animators and sound editors for the final cut. We received the copy that was supposed to be "Fear of a Krabby Patty" and gathered around the screen to watch. Now, given that it isn't final yet animators often put up a mock title card, sort of an inside joke for us, with phony, often times lewd titles, such as "How sex doesn't work" instead of "Rock-a-by-Bivalve" when spongebob and patrick adopt a sea scallop. Nothing particularly funny but work related chuckles. So when we saw the title card "Squidward's Suicide" we didn't think it more than a morbid joke. One of the interns did a small throat laugh at it. The happy-go-lucky music plays as is normal.
The story began with Squidard practicing his clarinet, hitting a few sour notes like normal. We hear Spongebob laughing outside and Squidard stops, yelling at him to keep it down as he has a concert that night and needs to practice. Spongebob says okay and goes to see Sandy with with Patrick. The bubbles splash screen comes up and we see the ending of Squidward's concert. This is when things began to seem off. While playing, a few frames repeat themselves, but the sound doesn't (at this point sound is synced up with animation so yes that's not common) but when he stops playing, the sound finishes as if the skip never happened. There is slight mummuring in the crowed before they begin to boo him. Not normal cartoon booing that is common in the show, but you could very clearly hear malace in it. Squidward's in full frame and looks visibly afraid. The shot goes to the crowd, with Spongebob in center frame, and he too is booing, very much unlike him. That isn't the oddest thing, though. What is odd is everyone had hyper realistic eyes. Very detailed. Clearly not shots of real people's eyes, but something a bit more real than CGI. The pupils were red. Some of us looked at eachother, obviously confused, but since we weren't the writers we didn't question its appeal to children, yet.
The shot goes to Squidward sitting on the edge of his bed, looking very forlorn. The view out of his porthole window is of a night sky so it isn't very long after the concert. The unsettling part is at this point there is no sound. Literally no sound. Not even the feedback from the speakers in the room. It's as if the speakers were turned off, though their status showed them working perfectly. He just sat there, blinking, in this silence for about 30 seconds, then he started to sob softly. He put his hands (tentacles) over his eyes and cried quietly for a full minute more, all the while a sound in the background very slowly growing from nothing to barely audible. It sounded like a slight breeze through a forest.
The screen slowly begins to zoom in on his face. By slow I mean it's only noticeable if you look at shots 10 seconds apart side by side. His sobbing gets louder, more full of hurt and anger. The screen then twitches a bit, as if it twists in on itself, for a split second then back to normal. The wind-through-the-trees sound gets slowly louder and more severe, as if a storm is brewing somewhere. The eerie part is this sound, and Squidward's sobbing, sounded real, as if the sound wasn't coming from the speakers but as if the speakers were holes the sound was coming through from the other side. As good as sound as the studio likes to have, they don't purchase the equipment to be that good to produce sound of that quality.
Below the sound of the wind and sobbing, very faint, something sounded like laughing. It came at odd intervals and never lasted more than a second so you had a hard time pinning it (we watched this show twice, so pardon me if things sound too specific but I've had time to think about them). After 30 seconds of this, the screen blurred and twitched violently and something flashed over the screen, as if a single frame was replaced. The lead animation editor paused and rewound frame by frame. What we saw was horrible. It was a still photo of a dead child. He couldn't have been more than 6. The face was mangled and bloodied, one eye dangling over his upturned face, popped. He was naked down to his underwear, his stomach crudely cut open and his entrails laying beside him. He was laying on some pavement that was probably a road. The most upsetting part was that there was a shadow of the photographer. There was no crime tape, no evidence tags or markers, and the angle was completely off for a shot designed to be evidence. It would seem the photographer was the person responsible for the child's death.
We were of course mortified, but pressed on, hoping that it was just a sick joke. The screen flipped back to Squidward, still sobbing, louder than before, and half body in frame. There was now what appeard to be blood running down his face from his eyes. The blood was also done in a hyper realistic style, looking as if you touched it you'd get blood on your fingers. The wind sounded now as if it were that of a gale blowing through the forest; there were even snapping sounds of branches. The laughing, a deep baritone, lasting at longer intervals and coming more frequently. After about 20 seconds, the screen again twisted and showed a single frame photo. The editor was reluctant to go back, we all were, but he knew he had to. This time the photo was that of what appeared to be a little girl, no older than the first child. She was laying on her stomach, her barrettes in a pool of blood next to her. Her left eye was too popped out and popped, naked except for underpants. Her entrails were piled on top of her above another crude cut along her back. Again the body was on the street and the photographer's shadow was visible, very similar in size and shape to the first. I had to choke back vomit and one intern, the only female in the room, ran out.
The show resumed. About 5 seconds after this second photo played, Squidward went silent, as did all sound, like it was when this scene started. He put his tentacles down and his eyes were now done in hyper realism like the others were in the beginning of this episode. They were bleeding, bloodshot, and pulsating. He just stared at the screen, as if watching the viewer. After about 10 seconds, he started sobbing, this time not covering his eyes. The sound was piercing and loud, and most fear inducing of all is his sobbing was mixed with screams. Tears and blood were dripping down his face at a heavy rate. The wind sound came back, and so did the deep voiced laughing, and this time the still photo lasted for a good 5 frames. The animator was able to stop it on the 4th and backed up. This time the photo was of a boy, about the same age, but this time the scene was different. The entrails were just being pulled out from a stomach wound by a large hand, the right eye popped and dangling, blood trickling down it. The animator proceeded. It was hard to believe, but the next one was different but we couldn't tell what. He went on to the next, same thing. He want back to the first and played them quicker and I lost it. I vomited on the floor, the animating and sound editors gasping at the screen. The 5 frames were not as if they were 5 different photos, they were played out as if they were frames from a video. We saw the hand slowly lift out the guts, we saw the kid's eyes focus on it, we even saw two frames of the kid beginning to blink. The lead sound editor told us to stop, he had to call in the creator to see this. Mr. Hillenburg arrived within about 15 minutes. He was confused as to why he was called down there, so the editor just continued the episode.
Once the few frames were shown, all screaming, all sound again stopped. Squidward was just staring at the viewer, full frame of the face, for about 3 seconds. The shot quickly panned out and that deep voice said "DO IT" and we see in Squidward's hands a shotgun. He immediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splatters the wall behind him, and his bed, and he flies back with the force. The last 5 seconds of this episode show his body on the bod, on his side, one eye dangling on what's left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it. Then the episode ends.
Mr Hillenburg is obviously angry at this. He demanded to know wht the hell was going on. Most people left the room at this point, so it was just a handful of us to watch it again. Viewing the episode twice only served to imprint the entirety of it in my mind and cause me horrible nightmares. I'm sorry I stayed.
The only theory we could think of was the file was edited by someone in the chain from the drawing studio to here. The CTO was called in to analyze when it happened. The analysis of the file did show it was edited over by new material. However, the timestamp of it was a mere 24 seconds before we began viewing it. All equipment involved was examined for foreign software and hardware as well as glitches, as if the time stamp may have glitched and showed the wrong time, but everything checked out fine. We don't know what happened and to this day nobody does. There was an investigation due to the nature of the photos, but nothing came of it. No child seen was identified and no clues were gathered from the data involved nor physical clues in the photos. I never believed in unexplainable phenomena before, but now that I have something happen and can't prove anything about it beyond anecdotal evidence, I think twice about things.
You, sir or madam, is being funny geinius, I am the liking what you did there, I hope to see more soviet parodies in the future. I would have also gone with "In soviet russia, copy machine uses YOU"liamlemon7 said:
Thanks to the recent additions to this thread I have now started to read through the entire SCP series. In two days I am on number 42. There's over a thousand. This may take a while...
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