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The Sam Hain Halloween Spooktacular | SCP-6592 (Part 1)

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00:06The muffled hum and thump of the opening band comes through the wall as I lie on the couch in my dressing room.One hand wrapped around a bottle of champagne, the other swiping through old pictures on my phone.There's a knock at the door.I ignore it, absently dragging on the cigarette dangling from my lips.The knock comes again, followed by my drummer's voice.Rory, we're on in five minutes, and there's a nice young woman out here who wants to finish your makeup.I kicked the makeup girl out before she finished.Now, all I have is a partial glow-in-the-dark skull on my face,
00:42missing the upper-left portion of the head.I ignore my drummer, raising my right hand to grab the cigarette from my mouth,accidentally dumping champagne all over my shirt.Son of a bitch!I shout, erupting in a rage that comes so suddenly,I don't have a chance to quell it.It's been happening more and more lately.As if from afar, I watch myself sit up.
01:03up and hurl the champagne bottle at the mirror over the vanity. Glass shatters. There's a sharp painin my crotch that brings me back to myself, and I look down to see that I've dropped the cigarettebetween my legs, and the cherry is burning through my leather pants. I drop my phone as I lurched to myfeet, tottering drunkenly while swatting at my crotch to put the embers out. Rory, you okay in there?Asshole, my drummer mutters through the door. As I'm reaching down to pick up my phone, another knockI ignore it, retrieving the device and looking at their picture again.It's one I took, back before the band got popular, when we were struggling to fill a shitty basementvenue on our tours. Now we're filling fucking stadiums, yet I can't bring myself to care.
01:53The mad energy of the tens of thousands of people out there waiting for us to come playour songs used to make me feel alive. Now it just makes me sick.How many times can you play the same songs over and overuntil you never want to hear them again,much less play them yourself?Turns out, in my case, it only takes 11 years.I don't know how Jagger has been doing it for so long.I can hardly stand it, and I'm not even 40.
02:22The thought of still doing this when I'm 80makes me want to put a gun in my mouth.The only things I care about noware the two people in the picture on my phone,but I fucked that up long ago.The knocking starts up again.I stomp toward the door and bang on it.Fucking leave me a-
02:42The knocking continues,and I realize it's not coming from this door.It's coming from...The closet?Turning around, I walked to the back of the roomwhere a small closet with a white door sits.As I approach, it becomes clearthat the knocking is coming from inside,
03:01but that would mean someone has stopped.knock into my dressing room. And they've been in there the whole time. Putting my phone away,I dash over to the vanity, snatching up the broken neck of the champagne bottle to use as a weapon.At the closet door, I gripped the knob with one hand. The knocking continues. I can feelit through the door. Fear invades me, and I have a moment of clarity in which I feel alive andexcited, much like I used to feel when I started playing packed stadiums full of screaming fans.Part of me wants to open the door on a crazed fan with a knife in his hand,so I'll have an excuse to jam the jagged glass into his neck,
03:39so I can watch the blood spew from his body, so I can feel something again.Grinning madly, I rip the closet door open,and meet another grinning face staring right back at me.But it's not a human face.It's a carved jackal lantern, with triangular eyes and a large mouth,emitting a flickering orange glow.The figure is frozen, one leather-gloved hand.hand raised as if in mid-knock. It wears a brown burlap blazer over a black shirt with a glow-in-the-dark
04:07human rib cage on it. Its neck is made of fleshless vertebrae, like the neck of a human skeleton.And brown slacks complete its ragged look, with bits of straw poking out of torn holes.If it weren't for the skeletal neck, I would think this is some crazy asshole dressed upfor Halloween who snuck into my room. It is all Hallows Eve, after all. Half the audience is dressed up.But this can't be a costume.The neck is too skinny, and I can see right into the jackal-lantern head,although the source of the orange light eludes me.Inside is just an endless orange cavern.
04:44A suit bag containing my after-concert attire hangs in the closet,along with some other clothing items the roadies brought in.But there aren't enough clothes to hide behind,and I see no one else in the small space.The fuck is this?I wonder aloud, studying the figure,thinking it's a statue.Maybe a prank perpetuated by my bandmates.
05:06Faint alarm bells jangle in the back of my mind.There's something frighteningly familiarabout the scarecrow jack-o-lantern figure,something hovering just beyond a mental hazegenerated by years of drug and alcohol abuse.Now that I look closer,I see that the edges of the carved eyes and mouth are rounding,like the pumpkin, is in the very early stages of rot.
05:28as I reach out to touch its held-up handto see if there's some kind of mechanismthat would allow it to knock.That same hand darts outand fixes like a vice around my neck.The jackal lantern's eyes shiftand its grin widensas it steps out of the closet,
05:44growing taller and effortlesslylifting me off my feet by the neck.Happy Halloween, gory-rory!It says in a raspy,I pitched clown's voice.I gotta say, I'm a big fan.Such an honor to see you again.Its words strike me as strange, but I'm so concerned with the lack of air that I don't dwell on them.
06:05My legs kick uselessly as I grip its bone-hard arm underneath the sleeve of its burlap jacket.It laughs insanely before whipping me around and throwing me into the closet.I smash into the back wall, taking the clothes with me as I drop to the floor.Then the floor tilts, opening underneath me, and I'm tumbling down a twisted black-and-white slide into utter darkness.The creature's laugh follows me down, growing louder the whole way.Soft whimpering brings me back around.I jolt awake, kicking something lightweight and metal, which clatters to the hard floor.It takes me all of one second to realize that I'm tied up.
06:44Hands bound in front, ankles together, a ball gag in my mouth.But instead of a rubber ball, there's a mini pumpkin shoved between my teeth.Whipping my head around, I see a dozen other people nearby, all of them boundand gagged just like I am.They're kids and adults of a variety of different races, all of them terrified.Some of them are wearing Halloween costumes, while others are dressed in regular clothes.Looking the other way, I see what appears to be a television or movie set,lit up with orange and purple lights.
07:18The set is the front of a one-story suburban house, with a front door, a portion of the roof,and a yard complete with fake grass and a fake maple tree with bright orange,and yellow leaves. The backdrop behind the house is painted to look like the house continues,but it's a poor job. A single camera is pointed at the set, and there's a camera operator behind it,but the lights are so bright I can't make out what they look like.What's all the racket? A voice calls. It's that same voice, the jackal lantern. The doorto the fake house opens, and the creature emerges, its carved pumpkin face scowling as it looksaround. The rock star kicked an old folding chair. The camera operator says,
08:00Who put a chair near you bustules for anyway? Let's get quiet on the set. We're going livein just ten drips of a dying man's blood. Come on, come on, we only get one shot at this.As the jackal lantern creature turns around and heads back to the fake house, muttering to itself,the camera operator comes out from behind the equipment and into the light. My eyes go wide,and I squirm, trying to get away from the approaching beast.All the other captives react similarly.Together, we make a terrified chorus of muffled wimper's and screams.The creature's head is a giant, lidless eyeball with the blood-red iris and a pupil the size of my fist.
08:42It has a mouth under the bottom curve of the iris, all sharp yellow teeth, no lips.Its body looks to be a humanoid skeleton, coated with a thin layer of rotting white-gray skin.Long arms ending in sharp-fingered hands swing swiftly as it approaches.It grabs the chair I kicked, and it throws it into the darkness on the other side of what must be a warehouse of some sort.The other captives and I are all packed into a corner made from rusting tin walls and thick metal supports.The chair clatters, and a gruff voice calls out.Watch it, asshole!From the darkness where it lands.
09:18The eyeball creature crouches near my feet and looks at us for a long moment beforespeaking in a surprisingly calm voice.If you all don't shut up,I'll start taking limbs, understandme? The last thing you want to dois piss Sam off. Nobody wantsthat. So just shut up, no matterwhat. The frightened noises
09:36die down, as the creature watcheswith its massive eye, waiting.Once we've been silent for a good 30 seconds,it nods and stands up.As soon as its back is turned,I struggle against the strange ropes that bind my limbs,together. It's sticky and strong and almost silky. We're live in 10, 9, 8. The eyeball creature countsdown. When it gets to one, a red light on the front of the camera comes on. For a moment, nothing happens.
10:08Then the jack-o-lantern creature bursts out of the fake house and starts shouting into the camera.Affectoid's an insectoid rate for the most horrifically holy holiday this side of hell.The jack-o-lantern creature, Sam Hane, dances a crazy,jig and sings a short song about blood and spiders and ghosts and goblins.What good is Halloween if your decorations don't scare the eyeballs out of your neighbor's heads?If you want the most dastardly devious decorations, don't change that channel.I'm about to show you how.But if you want the full course in Halloween decorations, you need to order my tape.
10:49Sam Haines' Halloween guide to demonizing your domicile.More on that later.For now, let's get to decorating.Sam Hane turns and struts directly toward us, speaking as he comes.It doesn't matter where you get your people to decorate with.There are people everywhere after all.That's one thing they keep making more of.For some reason, I'll never understand.
11:10The camera follows Sam as he approaches.Everyone, including me, screams through our gags.I squirm along the floor, trying to get as far from the monster as possible.Since my hands are bound in front of me, I use them to drag a teenage girl out of her position,throwing her behind me and in the creature's path.I got my decorations from many different places.You may even recognize one of them.Yes, the one with the skull makeup on his face.
11:35The blood stained white shirt.That's fake blood, by the way.And the leather pants.You guessed it.That's gory-rory.Lead singer of the Velvet Coffin.Insanely and automatically, I think.It's Velvet Coffin, not the Velvet Coffin.
11:51But terror quickly drowns out that thought.This thing is talking about me.It's coming for me.I continue to scramble away,but Sam grabs my legs and yanks me toward him.With the quick movement of his other hand,he releases my pumpkin gag, freeing my mouth.He stands up, tossing the gag aside.
12:09What do you have to say to your fans, Rory?I say nothing.Instead, I grab a woman from nearbyand pull her in front of me by the neckto use as a shield in case he comes at me again.Wow!Sam Hane says,staring at me with his eyes.
12:23glowing triangular eyes.Never meet your idols, huh?Shrugging, he reaches down and grabs the teenage girl I threw out of my way.With his other hand, he grabs a corpulent, middle-aged manand drags them both to the front yard of the fake house,the camera following him as he goes.I relax a little, and then the woman I'm still holding elbows me in the chest.I groan in pain and let her go.
12:46She looks at me like I'm more of a monster than Sam Hane.You want to make sure to use the blood,is that's a big part of the decoration.The pumpkin-headed creature says.He now holds an oversized axe in his handsas he stands over the two captives.What I like to do is go for the smaller parts first,because they're easier to maneuver as the blood spurts out.
13:06Like so.He slams the axe down,lopping off the man's arm at the elbow.The man screams into his gag,staring with bulging eyes at the wound.Dropping the axe,Sam Hane reaches down and grips the severed forearm,yanking it free from its binds with apparent ease.
13:23Now, spread the blood around, he says.Taking the leaking arm over to the front of the houseand whipping the severed end around,so blood splashes the structure.Be quick about it, because you're losing blood.He points at the severed elbow.Of course, you can use a belt or a rope to slow the bleeding,but I prefer to do things quickly.
13:42All this and more is in my tape,which you can get for the low low price of just one Samhain's sacrifice.Whether it's an animal, a person,or an otherworldly entity, you can sacrifice them to me to get your tape now!I stare as Sam Hane chops the rest of the man apart, ending with his head.He continues his spiel the whole time, giving tips on where to put the body parts once they're done bleeding.While Sam is dismembering the man, the sobbing teenage girl crawls slowly away.By the time Sam Hane is ready for her, she's covered in the man's blood,
14:15which has leaked out all over the fake grass.He drags her back away from the edge of the same.set and lifts the axe, getting ready to chop her apart.Stop!I shout.Take me instead!Sam Hane freezes and looks at me, surprise on his face.Take you instead? Did you really just say that?
14:35Well, okay, if you insist.The creature drags the girl back over with the others and then pulls me onto the set.Where should we start?He wonders. Then, that grinning pumpkin mouth widens.I know, the naughty bits.Before I can do or say anything, he swings the axe blade, embedding it in my crotch.A scream rips from my throat.Sam Hane cackles insanely as he raises the axe for the next chop.
15:02This imaginary scenario whips through my head in a heartbeat.It's what a better person would do, a less selfish person, someone with a moral compass.But that's not me.I don't shout.Don't make any kind of move to save the girl.He swings the axe down, severing her leg at the thigh.Her gag comes loose, and her scream.The screams invade my skull.
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17:16their bodies in the cabinets below.It's not hard to see where this one is going.A familiar numbness has settled over me.It's like I'm watching a movie now.Life has become a TV screen.I sit in the corner, surrounded by half a dozen other captives,and wait for my turn to die.Despite this numbness,
17:36I can't stop thinking about how easily Sam Hane ripped that man's severed arm from his binds.I've been messing with mine, and they haven't budged.Is he that strong?Of course he is.He lifted me off my feet as easily as an adult.lifts a toddler. Like back when I lifted Brennan and carried him with me around the house or thestudio, feeling his tiny warm body against mine, smelling is nothing else like it baby smell.Once again, the eyeball creature counts down from ten. Sam Hane is nowhere around, but as soon as
18:10that broadcasting light on the camera turns red, the pumpkin-headed creature bursts out of thefridge on the kitchen set. Hello Simpletons and Wimpletons. I'm Sam Hane, and today I'mI'll be teaching you how to carve jackal lanterns.If you want the most scream-worthy carved pumpkins on your block, you've come to the right place.The patented techniques I'm about to show you have never been seen before by the public.But there's so much more that I can explain in one short infomercial,which is why you'll have an opportunity to get my exclusive Sam Hane pumpkin carving tapefor the low, low, low price of one sacrifice.
18:46Sam Hane pulls a large blade from the knife block on the counter and approaches the fourterrified people whose heads are sticking up from the island.But for now, let's get started.Unfortunately, I couldn't find any pumpkins, so I'll have to use these little human heads.And that's tip number one, kiddos.If you really want your friends and neighbors and gods to scream, use a human head for yourjackalanter.Personally, I like to start with the eyes.
19:13He grips a 20-something man by his hair, making sure the camera can see what he's doing.Then he eases the tip of the knife toward the man's left eye.The guy screams and struggles, but it's no use.The blade sinks in, blood spews out.Sam Hane carves the man's eyes out, narrating the whole time.Again, I close my eyes and turn away.I don't want to think anymore, so I try to shut my brain down.But before I have any success, the floor shakes like an explosion has just gone off nearby.
19:44My eyes shoot open, and I look around.Sam Hane is peering toward the warehouse wall opposite the kitchen set.The eyeball creature is doing the same, the camera pointing absently down.A door I hadn't seen before because of the dark bursts open.Several armed and armored men rush into the room, weapons up.The eyeball creature shrieks and rushes toward them, only to be shot to pieces by the men.Sam Hane slips back into the refrigerator as the cops spread out to secure the area.Two of the soldiers approach us, and I see them.
20:17sob in relief. As they grow nearer, I noticed that they have strange badges on their arms that saySCP Foundation. What the hell is that? I have a moment of panic before quickly realizingthat I don't care if these people are from the Kaiser Permanente Foundation, as long as they're hereto help us. The two soldiers begin slicing through our binds with their knives as the otherscreate a perimeter. Their flashlights illuminate much of the cavernous warehouse, but not allof it. The far end is still shrouded in shadows, and most of theofficers kneel, pointing their weapons into that mass of blackness. One of the rescuing soldiers,a young man with a short brown beard, skips over a couple of other captives to kneel beside me.
20:58Is that really you? Gory Rory, he asks. It's me, I say. I'll give you all the signatures you want,just as soon as you get me out of here. Holy shit, man. I'm a big fan. I saw you guys back in2016. It was... The guy stops talking and presses one finger to his ear.half turning to look over his shoulder.A stocky older man is getting worked upas he paces behind the other troops.His voice carries as he speaks into some unseen radio.Do you have a solid lock on our location?
21:29I repeat, Eagle One.This is Bravo, too.Do you have our location?The pacing man waits a momentbefore repeating everything he just said.What's your name?I asked the young man, drawing his attention back to me.Eaton.
21:43Okay, Eden.What's going on?He shakes his head.Our radio and tracking equipment have been acting buggy ever since we got here.What does that mean?It means our transport might not know where we are,unless we can get a hold of them over the comms.I glance into the darkness across the warehouse.
22:01Something is over there.I can feel it.How about you finish cutting me loose, huh, Eden?Right. Sorry.As the young man saw us through the strange bindings at my ankles,I glance over at the darkness again.Movement near the high ceiling catches my eye.and I whip my head up.
22:19A massive, hairy-legged spider with a jackal-antern bodyscurries along the ceiling toward the area directly over the soldiers.Look out!I scream.The ceiling!This shout startles Eaton, who whips around without having freed my arms.The air is suddenly filled with the sound of gunfireas the soldiers see the creature and fire their weapons.
22:38As the spider drops from the ceiling,I spot the same jackal-anard face as the host.Sam Hane.It grins as it falls, landing a few,yards away from the firing men. The bullets blast away pieces of its huge pumpkin body,but it doesn't seem to phase the creature. It lurches forward, using its front legs to snatch a soldierup and feed it to the sharp-tooth jackal-anorn mouth, which slices the man in half at the waistwith all the effort of a tissue and a paper cutter. The other officers retreat toward us as
23:08Eaton joins the fight. The darkness births more creatures at ground level. A massive flying batwith a humanoid body rockets out, flapping leathery wings before it crashes into a soldier,sharp teeth, ripping into his neck.A werewolf sprints out, leaping through the air to land on a soldier with its feet,smashing the man down and shattering his ribcage.All semblance of order among the soldiers breaks down, and it's every man for himself.I'm about to get to my feet and make a run for it, when the werewolf claws a man's face off in one savage swipe.The soldier spins around, screaming and still firing his weapon.
23:43I throw myself flat against the floor as bullets punch into other captives around me.I cover my face and sob, yearning to be back in my dressing room at the concert.I'll do the show, I murmured through my tears.I'll sing my fucking heart out. Just give me out of here. Please, get me out of here. I'll do anything.The gunshots and screams slowly die down.Sensing movement nearby, I opened my eyes and see one of the freed captives making a run for it.He's a hail-looking 20-something wearing an orange t-shirt that's a little.simply says, costume. I whip my head around. All the attacks die down with no monsters in sight.
24:20It's a trick, I think, watching as the guy jumps over severed limbs on his way toward the doorthe soldiers came through. It's a trick. He's not going to make it. He slips on freshly spilledblood and almost goes down, but catches himself at the last moment. Then he's brushing throughthe warehouse doors and out into the night. Outside is a neglected parking lot with a flickering street,light and weeds infested asphalt. The door swings shut. He made it? I think, getting to my feet.He made it! I look around once more, and then down at the only remaining captive still alive.An old lady with a skewed wig and a little girl of ten or eleven. They clutch at each other,looking up at me as if I'm going to help them.
25:05Better run if you want to live, I whisper before darting away toward the door.I follow in the young man's footsteps, jumping over body.parts and trying not to slip in blood. The door gets larger and larger as I get closer to escaping.There's only one last obstacle in my way. The top half of a soldier who was chopped intoby the massive pumpkin spider. Easy. I can't count how many times I've launched myself off thedrum riser to leap over my bassist during our shows. Compared to that, this should be a piece of cake.As I jump, one of the soldier's hands shoots up and grabs my ankle. With my hands bound together,I hit the floor hard on my forearms.
25:45Ignoring the pain, I try to yank my hand out of the dying man's grasp,but he's too strong. Too strong!I look over my shoulder and directly into pupil-less yellow-white eyeswith thick red veins around the edges.The zombie growls and opens his mouth.Teeth dripping black saliva.He goes to bite my calf, but I kick him off before he can.As I scramble to my feet, I come face-to-face with Sam Hane.
26:09His glowing triangle eyes fix on me as he smiles.His head seems to have rotted even more since he first abducted me.And hand out, he yanks me into a headlock and bends me over,walking me back toward the two remaining captives.As we pass the growling zombie,Sam Hane slams one foot down on its head,popping its skull like a rotten pumpkin.Well, what a shame.
26:36Sam says when we reached the two remaining captives.Looks like we'll need more volunteers.Oh, I have an idea.How about your ex-wife and son, Rory?How would you like to see them again?No! I scream, struggling ineffectually to free myself from his steely grip.No! Leave them out of this!Wait, you don't want to see them? I thought for sure you did. Anyway, it's too late now,
27:00because here they are! Sam yanks my head up so I can see who's now standing in the fake kitchen.It's my ex-wife, Heather, and my 12-year-old son, Brennan. A werewolf stands behind them,massive paws on their shoulders. My son is crying, hugging his mother.Who stares at me with a mixture of accusation and terror?What the hell is going on, Rory?She says, voice shaky.