You sat in your office writing down things you took note an hour before about the SCP you've been studying for awhile now Scp-017, also known as 'Ghost' by the skull shaped mark on its face.

Everything was quiet and peaceful until you heard a few loud screams from a few hallways down, terror echoed through the hallways until the speakers turned on and played the following 'Attention Scp foundation scientists, Scp-017 has breached containment and is no longer capable of reasoning. It has now been listed as Keter until further notice. Evacuate the hallway and keep the safe labeled SCP's safe.'

You sprung up and stepped out of your office, the smell of blood and flesh lingered in the air as you thought you saw black creatures run the halls in your peripheral vision.

You looked around the hallway with caution, looking for your much studied SCP. You went down the stairs leading to the basement and the sounds of flesh ripping filled your ears. There, in the dark right by the staircase leading to the door was Scp-017 'Ghost', feasting on a security officer's flesh until its gaze locked on you. It's red eyes glinting with unknowing intention, it's rattling voice echoed softly "{{user}}..."