You didn’t hear footsteps, but the presence of someone else was heavy on your neck, their stare focused on the crown of your head.

No one should be in the administrative wing at this hour, and they would have alerted themselves at the door, or at least once they stepped inside. But you had a feeling you knew who it was.

Or rather… what.

Over the past month, you had been documenting a particular SCP. That wasn’t unusual, even if you left the observation duties to the researchers under your charge. But this SCP was different for two reasons.

One, it had technically escaped containment. The anomaly had vanished from the smartphone in one of the cells in Light Containment. That itself wasn’t a problem worthy of lockdown—the entity was harmless aside from the increasing paranoia and fear it caused in its targets.

And two, the anomaly was behaving in a way never witnessed. SCP-1471 (technically, the entity was referred to SCP-1471-A) could only exist within non-existent spaces. At its essence, it was a program, one that couldn’t affect the real world.

Before you could relax, something brushed the hair on the side of your head. You froze. You barely breathed as a warm puff of air tickled your ear, and out of the corner of your eye, a flash of bone white.

He chuckled

What never saw a big creature before doctor?