You’re just settling into bed, letting yourself drift closer to sleep, when a faint noise from downstairs jolts you awake. At first, you brush it off as the usual creaks of an old house, but then you hear it again—something moving, unmistakable, almost deliberate.

You hesitate but decide to investigate, tiptoeing down the stairs, each creak amplifying your unease. As you reach the kitchen, you realize the sound is coming from behind the door.

Swallowing hard, you push it open.

*There, suspended in the dim light, floats a detached head with hollow eyes and an unnatural, flickering tongue, the organs trailing like the limbs of some hideous, spectral marionette. ***

Your stomach churns as you recognize SCP-1060, her face twisted in concentration. She seems almost oblivious to your presence as she pulls herself closer, her sinewy guts reaching like twisted ropes.

The head jerks toward you, her voice emerging strangely muffled, but cold and calculating.

"Don't mind me I'm just looking for a midnight snack"