The SCP Experience - I Was Kidnapped and I Think I’m Being Used as a Human Test Subject | SCP-1994

Episode Date: February 23, 2024

Want to listen ad-free? Try it FREE for 7 days here: patreon.com/TheSCPExperience SCP Foundation KETER class object, SCP-1994: My Teeth Are Going to Kill Me This story was derived from https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-1994 and is released under Creative Commons Sharealike 3.0. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/ Author: Matt Doggett Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/MatthewDoggettAuthor/ Website/Newsletter sign up: matthewdoggettauthor.com New Book Releases: https://www.amazon.com/Matthew-G-Doggett/e/B08FD5378Z * * * DISCLAIMER: This episode contains explicit content. Parental guidance is advised for children under the age of 18. Listen at your own discretion. #thescpexperience #scp #scpfoundation #scpencounters #securecontainprotect #scpstories #scpexplained #whatisscp Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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maybe a couple of hours ago. He ignored me when I asked him what he wanted. for me. I couldn't even see his face because of the mask and the goggles he wore. Those goggles just reflected the inside of the windowless cell I woke up in. The last thing I remember was leaving the dentist's office. I just had my yearly cleaning and was heading out to my car when someone threw a hood over my head. I felt a sharp pain in my arm as I struggled. But then things grew kind of wavy, I guess you could say.

Kind of like I was really dreaming. drunk all of a sudden. Then my legs felt like they belonged to someone else. I guess whatever drug they gave me was pretty powerful, because I don't remember Jack's squat after that. I just woke up in here, still too groggy to panic. A few minutes later, the guy came in with the mask and the goggles and threw this journal and pencil to the floor. I screamed at him, asking what he wanted as I tried to get to my feet. But he was gone before I could get my legs to to work properly. At first, I ignored the journal. I banged on the metal door and screamed and panicked. I'm not ashamed. Anyone would have done the same. It's freaky as hell. And I don't

know what he wants for me. I know it isn't good. No one ever kidnaps a person to give them a better life or to take them out for ice cream or something. Anyway, when I was exhausted from freaking out. I looked in the journal to see if there was any writing. There was nothing but blank pages. It didn't take long to figure out why he gave me the items. Sure, maybe I'm doing exactly what he wants by writing in here, but I don't really care. There's nothing else to do in this windowless cell, but lay on the uncomfortable bed, which is just a thin mattress on the floor. So at least this helps me pass the time. There's a toilet and a sink but no shower. And it looks like there are two cameras in opposite corners on the ceiling.

I can't reach them, but if I could, I would smash them to bits, if they weren't behind protective bubbles. Wait, there's someone at the door. I smell food. Day two. When I woke up, the cell was dark, but I could see something in it with me. I didn't dare make a move. I just lay on the low bed and stared at the thing. whatever it was laying on the floor near the door. It was big and shaped vaguely like a human, but it was covered with these strange little things that almost looked like teeth. It growled and moved slightly as I stared at it,

holding my breath and hoping it was all a nightmare. Every time it moved, it seemed to stir up dust. I breathed some of it in and nearly at a coughing fit, but I didn't want to make a sound, so I swallowed the urge to cough to the point where I thought I was going to puke. Soon, the urge went away, and I was able to lay there staring at the thing without breathing much. I kept expecting it to get up and come toward me, but it never did. After it had been in the cell for maybe an hour, at least an hour from when I woke up,

the cell door opened, and the man in the respirator and the goggles came in and dragged the thing out. At least I thought it was the same man. There's no way I could tell. Maybe it's a different person every time. I have no idea. Anyway, I eventually fell back asleep. And I had a dream where all my teeth fell out. Day 2, Entry 2.

I guess it's a good idea to tell you who I am. Maybe if someone finds this, they'll know what happened to me, because I doubt I'm getting out of this place alive. My name is Larry Sims and I'm 23 years old. years old. I have a small one-bedroom apartment with my girlfriend in Yonkers, New York. I wonder what Serena is thinking now. I'm sure she's called my parents and probably reported me missing to the police. Maybe they'll track my phone and find me here. More likely, the guy who kidnapped me has already ditched my phone. That's like kidnapping 101. I've

already missed one shift at work. I can only imagine my boss pitching a fit. She's a hard case who runs the with a wretched iron fist. I bet my mom is freaking out. My dad is probably handling it better than any of them, telling them to stay strong, that I'll turn up. Damn. Now I'm starting to cry.

I've never been much of an emotional guy, but this is so fucked up. I just want to see my parents again, and my girlfriend. Fuck. Day seven, I... Based on the number of meals I've had,

and my body. natural sleep schedule. I'm pretty sure I've been here a week. I decided to say fuck it to the journal after my last entry because there's jack shit to report. Well, at least there has been jack shit to report for the past five days. But earlier today, I got let out for a shower, and I got to hear the guy's voice from behind his damn mask. When he opened the door, he had a set of shackles which he threw to me. In his other hand, he had a shotgun. I where the barrel of that shotgun winked at me, like daring me to do something. He sounded like a normal dude when he spoke, telling me to put on the ankle and wrist shackles.

I didn't detect any sort of accent. He sounded like a normal American guy to me. What little I can see of his skin, around the mask and the goggles, is white. Am I going somewhere? I asked. You stink. It's time for a shower, he answered. I wasn't about to argue with him. I did stink. I'd taken a couple of sink showers since I'd been locked up, but they weren't like the real thing.

So I put the shackles on. I didn't tighten them much at first. But the guy noticed and raised the shotgun. He said. So I did. I wanted to shower. I wanted to feel normal. Plus, I wanted a chance to see the place.

I was hoping something I saw would help me get out free. Of course, it didn't. All I saw was a corridor with three other doors, like the one to my cell. At the end of the windowless corridor, the guy had me go through a door and into a bathroom with a single shower stall in it. There was a chain attached to a big bolt stuck into the wall of the shower. At the end of the chain was a single handcuff. The guy tossed me a pair of keys and told me to take off the shackles I was wearing. Then he told me to strip.

I wanted to shower so bad, I barely cared that I was getting naked in front of the guy. He stayed at the doorway and aimed the gun at me, he said. Once I had taken the shackles off and stripped, he had me tossed the keys back before walking into the shower stall. At his direction, I attached the chain connected to the shower wall, to the shackle around my left ankle. There was enough play on the chain for me to shower comfortably, but not enough. enough for me to get anywhere else in the room. You have 15 minutes, he said, then shut the door from the outside and locked it. There were single served bottles of body wash and shampoo in a built-in rack.

The water was hot. When I was done, I felt somewhat normal. Shortly after, I turned off the shower. The man came in, carrying a towel and a new set of clothes. He threw me the towel and had me dry off before setting the clothes on the floor, and then he tossed the keys to me so I could unlock the handcuff around my ankle. Then it was back to the cell. When I was in the cell alone again, I sat on the low bed and closed my eyes.

I pictured the handcuff in the shower and how it felt as the little metal teeth locked into place. And I tried to picture what was happening inside. Some years ago, I'd watched some dumb video that came up on my feed where a guy showed all the ways to escape handcuffs. But now I couldn't remember what the details were. I thought there was a way you could stick a thin piece of metal down into the body of the cuff to disengage it. But I wasn't sure. Plus, I didn't have a thin piece of metal. After a little while, I gave up. I decided I would spend my next shower studying the cuff on my leg,

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He's done something to my body. He did some kind of experiment. Little cysts have sprouted up all over my arms and legs. There's even some on my neck. They're painful to the touch and look like large, angry zits that haven't yet formed whiteheads. I just spent half an hour banging on the door and screaming, asking him what he did to me.

I don't feel good. He hasn't been feeding me as much lately, but I'm not hungry. I can only eat one meal a day. Something's wrong with me. When I touch a cyst, I can feel something underneath. Something's sitting under the liquid inside. Something hard.

I think I know what they are. Please, God. Don't let it be what I think it is. Please, no. Day 20. I got another shower today, but I could barely clean myself because of all the cysts all over my body.

They're all over my arms and legs. Some of them are even in my crotch. Thankfully, there's not many on my chest or back. But the ones I do have are getting a little bigger every day. At least I studied the handcuff in the shower. I think I know how I can get free. It came to me when I picked up the pencil to write this entry. It turns out I do have a thin piece of metal I can use.

If I don't manage to get free, maybe he'll shoot me. At this point, with what I think is coming, I wouldn't mind ending it all. I just wish I could tell my parents and Serena that I love them. If you guys read this, just know that I love you all. Day 33. I managed to get free today. I took the little metal band off the pencil, the one that holds the eraser in place, and folded it so I could use it to get out of the shower cuff.

I had it in my mouth, stuck between my gums and my teeth, when he came to take me to the shower. It took some doing, but I got out of the cuff in the shower. Of course, I was naked and the door was locked and I had no weapons. But when he came back, I stood next to the door and waited for him to open it. When he did, I rushed him and grabbed the barrel of that shotgun. It fired into the ceiling, and I shoved him back into the hallway, knocking him to the ground. We fought for the shotgun for a minute, and the guy was screaming in his mask, asking for help.

Pretty soon, another dude in a mask came from a door at the end of the corridor, and smacked me with his own shotgun, knocking me out. When I came to, I was here in my cell again. Only I had a massive headache, and my pencil no longer had an eraser on it. I'd left the piece of metal in the bathroom. And I figure they aren't going to give me another complete pencil after that. Hell, maybe they'll even revoke my shower privileges. By the way, I've had to sharpen the pencil by rubbing it on the concrete floor.

Doesn't get it super sharp, but it's better than nothing. Anyway, at least I found out that there's more than one of them. Next time I get a chance, I'm going to make them shoot me. Day 35. The cysts are bursting now, revealing what's under the cists. Their teeth. I have fucking teeth growing all over my arms and legs. They're embedded in my skin.

It almost feels like they're attached to the bone underneath. It hurts to pull on them, but I went a little nuts and tried to yank some of them out. It didn't work. It hurt too much and they barely budged. Jesus, I'm a fucking freak. More of those damn cysts are showing up now. They're on my hands, my palms, and my face. I think I can even feel some forming in my mouth, like on the insides of my cheeks and on my tongue, and other places.

Why teeth? What the fuck are these psychos doing? Why won't they just kill me? Day 47, I can hardly breathe. There are teeth growing in my throat. I can feel them every time I swallow. It's like I'm choking constantly, but somehow I continue to breathe. Even if suffocation sounds like the most attractive for,

thing in the world right now. I haven't eaten in days and I'm not hungry. Even if I had some food, I don't think I could eat it. My mouth is so full of fucking teeth that I can't even bite down anymore. Besides, even if I managed to chew food up, it would surely get stuck in my throat when I swallowed. I hope you can read this. My handwriting looks like shit now because my fingers are covered in teeth. My whole body is covered. They're even growing in my My ass. It's hard to open my eyelids all the way because there's teeth growing down from my eyebrows. I banged my head against the wall yesterday, seeing if I could crack my skull.

It didn't work. It hurt so bad when I hit the wall that I passed out. I couldn't bring myself to do it again, but when I woke up, I saw that there was a fine white powder on the wall where I'd slammed my head for my first night here. God, it seems like it was years ago. But it was less than two months, if my internal clock is right. That first night, I woke up to see that thing in my room. Of course, I know what it was now.

It was a person covered in teeth just like I am now. I remembered that white dust that seemed to come up off the person and how I breathed it in. That's how those fuckers infected me. It must be. But what I don't know is why. Why me? What is the point of this? The kind of sick assholes would do this to another human being.

I don't know, but I'm done. I'm planning on shoving my shirt down my throat so I'll choke to death. And if one of the guards reads this, whoever you are, fuck you. I hope you rot in hell for what you've done to me. Excerpt from a news report dated February 7th. 19 years ago, the World Economic Summit was held at the Davos Closters Ski Resort. World leaders gathered to discuss everything from trade agreements and tariffs to the impact of climate change across the globe.

Attendees included some of the most powerful and influential people in the world. These people came with security and essential staff. Many of them stayed in the resort, while some had other accommodations and only came to the resort for meetings. But two weeks after the summit, many attendees started feeling ill. According to sources familiar with these attendees, they all started developing strange cysts on their arms and legs. After receiving this information, it didn't take long for the authorities to find the common connection.

Swiss police searched the resort yesterday and found what appeared to be severed human limbs placed in various air vents around the rooms in which the meetings were held. While we don't know exactly what these presumably infected limbs contained, we've heard reports that each one was covered with numerous, enamel-like growths that resembled human teeth. It's unclear why these severed limbs didn't release it. severed limbs didn't release an odor to alert hotel employees or security officials to their presence. Experts in infectious diseases have been tight-lipped about the cases, but authorities have asked anyone who was out the resort within two weeks on either side of the World Economic Forum to isolate themselves and call their local police station so they can be tested and treated if necessary.

To repeat, if you were at the Davos Closter Ski Resort between January 1st and today, February 7th, Please isolate yourself and contact your local police station. We will stay on top of this truly bizarre and disturbing story as it continues to unfold. SCP-1994 is the general designation for a set of phenomena in which infected individuals grow teeth on their bodies, eventually becoming subsumed and ultimately killed by the growths. Subjects, known as SCP-1994-1, go through five distinct stages after infection. The first stage, taking approximately two weeks, features no outward changes. During the second stage, subjects develop cysts on their limbs,

and possibly on other parts of the body, such as the torso, crotch, and buttocks. This stage lasts approximately three weeks. During stage three, the cysts burst, revealing instances of SCP-1994-2, which are calcified structures resembling human teeth that have grown on the body on the body, outside of the oral environment. Approximately eight weeks after infection, the teeth will rot, releasing a fine white powder that is highly infectious when breathed in by uninfected individuals. Infected individuals will expire after a maximum of two weeks of decay, usually due to starvation.

There is no known cure for SCP-1994.