 Hey there, Site42Fam, Shurm here and I've got something special for you today. The SCP Foundation started as a creative writing community and spread into voiceover, animation, and film on YouTube. On TikTok, there's an interesting evolution of interactive content. Interactions between SCP creators, SCP creators, and non-SCP creators, and between creators and the fans themselves. As someone with a history in interactive theater and improv, I watched the way our community evolves with a lot of interest. And today, I was reached out to by another group who is pushing those same boundaries as well and in a way that will resonate very strongly with the SCP community. Candle House Collective, no, not Candle Cove, God help us, puts together interactive theater shows that you can hold in your hand. You buy a ticket, select your time slot, and you receive a phone call that will put you into the situation where you have to make choices to get the characters through okay or not. And Candle House invited me to try out one of their current running shows, Claws. Danny calls you for help because there's a monster in his closet. What do you do? Well, if you're Dr. Theran Sherman of the SCP Foundation, this is what the first phase of that show might look like. Hello, you've reached the Etc. Helpline, a subsidiary of Security Consultants Plus. This is Dr. Theran Sherman speaking. For quality assurance purposes, the beginning section of this call will be recorded for review purposes. How can I help you this evening? Hello, you can call me Ther- Theran, I'm here. Can you hear me? Hi, yes, Theran. What's your name? Theran? Theran, that's correct. What's your name? Okay. I'm Danny. I'm sorry. I need your 911. They told me, they thought that I was lying. They said that I shouldn't joke around or that I get in trouble and then they hung up on me and added this helpline. I mean, you'll believe me, right? We are in the business of believing you now. Danny, slow down for one moment, take a deep breath and tell me how old are you? 16 years old, that's good. Where are you right now? I heard some very loud banging sounds. What was that? Okay. Like I said, I'm 16 and I put it in and I've tried telling my dad about it, but he wouldn't believe me either because it doesn't look like a monster. It doesn't look like a monster. It doesn't look like a monster. It doesn't look like a monster. It doesn't look like a monster. It doesn't look like a monster. It doesn't look like a monster. It doesn't look like a monster. I put it in and I've tried telling my dad about it, but he wouldn't believe me either because it doesn't look like a monster. It looks, and I swear, I'm not lying to you, it looks like me, like exactly like me. And a few days ago it started sounding just like me too. You ever heard of something like that? I have heard of many things like that. Trust me, I believe you that there are weird things out there. Now my question to you, how did you get it in the closet first and foremost? I go to sleep, I left my closet door open, I set my dresser up to the side and I just, I got in bed and I waited for the scratching to start. Scratching? Tell me about that. It's been going on for like a week now. I woke up in the middle of the night because I had heard something. There was nothing in my room that I could see, you know, but I could hear under my bed it was like, under my bed was like scratching, you know, like some of the big claws dragging them around the wood in the morning. I woke up and just, I figured it wasn't like that at first, you know, I didn't think about it much, but then it happened again the next night. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to get out of bed because I didn't know, but the next morning, the next morning I went to check under my bed and there were scratches all over the bottom of the bed frame, big angry claw marks like something was trying to get to me. How secure is that closet door? All right, that's good news. It sounds rather strong. You know, I just kind of went back to my room and I laid there in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the scratching to come back or, you know, the morning to come just just something, you know, like I was expecting it to be different by the time I woke up. But the morning didn't feel any different. It still felt like there was something there, something behind me. I'd see like these little movements in the corner of my eye and I'd look and there'd be nothing except except when I was brushing my teeth. That night I leaned down to spit and when I came back up to the mirror, there there was something in the corner, something staring at me. I had these red eyes. It was grinning with too many teeth. I looked over there fast and again, nothing. But I know what I saw there, the red eyes, all those teeth and these these big sharp claws where fingers should have been. I tried to tell my dad again about the scratching, about the mirror and the teeth and the claws, but but he just said it was in my head. And like that happens, I get it. But I it was there. I woke up one morning because I was hungry and I went downstairs for a bowl of cereal for breakfast. And there was a bowl on the table that somebody had already eaten. And and and my dad was sitting there, you know, he was sitting right there. I thought it was his. But then he asked me why I went back upstairs if I wanted seconds. So it wasn't his and it wasn't mine. Tell me this, has the entity that is currently in the closet spoken to you in any sort of way that makes you believe that it is intelligent? You said previously that it was echoing your words. And I'm wondering if we've gotten to the point where it can speak sentences of its own rather than copying you. That's the case. All I know is that it did get that bowl of cereal. And then your dad would not have known if it was a different entity. Seemingly, your dad did not realize that it wasn't you. Was able to have some form of conversation or, you know, I kind of doubt it was that because because my dad and I, like I said, we. We haven't been talking very much. So who knows, it could have passed without speaking. So I was in the corner of my room one night. I wasn't sleeping anymore after days. And I was keeping a lookout in the corner. But I must have gosed off because I woke up feeling something hot on my face. I kept my eyes closed because I thought I'd be OK. You know, covers on door closed, quiet, all quiet. Just the sound of my breathing. Except I I wasn't breathing. I was holding my breath. So I opened my eyes and the monster, it was. It was standing right over me. It was the first time I'd really seen it, you know, like face to face. And and that's when it looked exactly like me. Almost just a few too many teeth at that point. And and it looked. Scared or surprised, even, you know, I moved my arm by accident and it moved to the same way. It was so close. I think at least I should have something to defend myself with, right? Yes. Sensible. OK. OK. Yeah, so I'm going to go down there. OK, OK. Leave the phone here. That way you can listen and tell me what's been going on when I get back. OK. All right. I'm going to turn off the customer service recording just in case. Oh, boy. And that's the end of the call. My heart is racing to describe it. It's somewhere between my experiences with interactive theater, playing a damn good game of D&D with my actor friends and a solid mystery. It's horror themed, obviously, and hard attack. Even with me coming at this from a foundation perspective, which was probably unusual for the person on the other end of the line, they rolled with the punches and told a story that still has to be pretty shook. Note for your own show, it's suggested that you don't actually come in character, but just come as yourself. Me doing that was just a bit for this video. Personally, I would recommend this based on the format alone. But because they tell a good story and they perform it well, you got to check this out if you can. Candle House Collective claws get on their waiting list because they get first dibs on ticket drops on the 11th of each month. Have fun, Foundation Fam.