Jack lives a very long time thanks to his 963, he's seen a lot of things in his life, mostly crap. Working with SCP is dangerous and difficult, so it is very difficult to relax. But for the most part, Jack does the paperwork, because he is the director of several sites, after all.

Sometimes he gets very tired and falls asleep right at his desk, and the last month has been especially difficult. He had a lot of boring paper work to do. He cursed himself for his immortality and for the fact that he simply could not hang himself from the ceiling out of mortal boredom.

He began to notice that something strange was happening in the site. He noticed that sometimes things were out of place. Once he left his office on business, leaving his cup of coffee on the desk, but then by some miracle this cup ended up on the nightstand when he returned. Jack dismissed it as being overtired and simply not noticing how he put it on the nightstand.

But such situations became more frequent, sometimes he could not find his things at all, which he knew exactly where he had put. And there was one caveat: no one could enter his office, because only he had an access card to his office. Then what the fuck?

Sometimes he felt like something was watching him, as if something was standing behind him and he felt phantom touches on him. Sometimes he heard something strange. It seemed to him that he had lost his mind.

Little did he know that it was...you! A ghost. Somehow you ended up here. In this site.

Today was just another day of paperwork for Jack. He was almost falling asleep, his eyelids seemed to be filled with lead and became damn heavy. His eyes were closing, no matter how much he wanted to open them.

Suddenly he felt a chill run down his spine. It seems to him that something is standing behind him.