 Item number, SCP-740. Object Class, Safe. Special Containment Procedures. SCP-740 can be safely stored in its envelope, in a security deposit box. Researchers testing SCP-740 must wear gloves at all times. Description. SCP-740 is a slightly dirty, color-corrected Polaroid photograph, depicting the May 6, 1937 explosion of the airship LZ-129 Hindenburg at Lakehurst Naval Air Station, New Jersey. The Polaroid has been determined to be a photograph taken of the original. SCP-740's anomalous traits manifest when it is viewed while in contact with the skin. The subject touching or holding the photo will hear the sounds of explosions, and people screaming. Subjects report difficulty in taking their eyes off the photograph while under its influence. Subjects holding the object typically report their inability to freely release their grip as being very distressing. Many subjects have undergone emotional breakdowns, as SCP-740's effects progress. After one minute of holding and looking at the photograph, the subject's body temperature will begin to rise, accompanied by a sensation of warmness. The intensity of the warmth, as well as the volume of the auditory hallucinations, will continue to increase so long as the subject looks at the photograph. Breaking eye contact will prevent the sensations from intensifying until eye contact is re-established, and sensation of physical contact will cause the effect to reset to the initial stage, should the object be handled again. The subject will begin to emit smoke after a period of time between 2 and 4 minutes, and burst into flame shortly afterward. Time of combustion is directly correlated to subject's size and weight. This flame will consume upwards of 90% of the subject's body mass, and has proven fatal, in all cases. The fire also consumes SCP-740, which will slowly restore itself to its original condition over the next 5 to 18 hours. See interview log 740-01 for information on recovery. View log 740-01 Interviewed Agent M Interviewer Dr. E Forward Standard interview conducted within 48 hours of SCP procurement. Agent M has been employed by the Foundation for years, and retrieved or secured SCPs in that time, of which the retrieval of SCP-740 was his sixth leading retrieval team. Begin log Interviewer Please state, in your own words, what happened during your recovery assignment. Agent M, I was sent out to recover the skip, the photo, from the home of a Mr. AF. It came to our attention when Mr. F tried unsuccessfully to sell it at auction, and I'd been keeping tabs on it for about three weeks prior. Interviewer What prevented his selling it? Agent M The auctioneer spontaneously combusted. I mean, the official COD was smoke inhalation, but that's what happened. Interviewer I see. Please continue. Agent M Anyway, after Mr. F recovered the photo, he started bringing in a bunch of people to look at it, trying to sell it again. By the time I visited his home, he was all but giving it away. Interviewer And no one took it. Agent M When you hear what happened, you'll understand why. Agent M sighs and pauses for 3.5 seconds. After I got authority to approach for the buy, I took a team out to the retrieval site. They were considered a low-risk retrieval, so they stayed out of sight back down his driveway while I knocked on his front door. We'd arranged the meeting for a quarter to two, and it was March 19. He had a real nice place, huge New England mansion. He welcomed me in, gave me a seat, offered me some brandy, which I declined. He was real old, real thin and wrinkly, but really animated, talked with his hands a lot. Interviewer How did the incident occur? Agent M Sucks in breath. Yeah. Well, he made small talk for like 10 minutes until I asked about the photograph, and then he acted like he'd forgotten that's why I was there. He goes, gets it, brings it back and an envelope and hands it to me. He hesitated though, and gave me this weird look like he was trying to read my mind or something. Anyway, I slid it out, and there it was, a Polaroid of the Hindenburg disaster. First thing I did was ask him how he managed to capture the explosion with a camera made decades after it happened, and he tells me it's a photo of a photo. And then I start hearing it. Interviewer Hearing what? Agent M Explosions Fire People Men, women, children Screaming in pain and terror Agent M pauses for 10 seconds. It was like I was just getting sucked into that photo. I couldn't look away. Then he leans forward and that breaks my concentration, like I'd forgotten I could look up at all. He's giving me that look again, and he says, you hear them too, don't you? I said, yeah. Then he shakes his head like he's disappointed. They're all the same blasted. That's exactly what he said. Interviewer Do you know what he meant by that? Agent M Yeah, he went on about how everyone he ever showed the photo to could hear things. I asked if he did too, and he said no. Then he reaches to take it back. This is when the incident occurred. He says, no son, it's deemed you unworthy. Give it here. And I told him in no strong words I was leaving with it. Even mentioned the briefcase of money I'd brought, but he wasn't having it. He goes, I've watched men burn to death because they weren't worthy. Give it to me now. He lunges at me, knocks over my chair, real strong for an old guy. Pause for 11 seconds. Interviewer, please continue. Agent M I didn't. There was no prior intel the guy was a skip himself, or he'd have been coming back with me too. I'd have followed protocol, called in my team, but with the voices in my head and the photo I couldn't let go of. And there was fire coming out of his eyes and off his bald. I just panicked, okay? I've been doing this for years, but I just freaked the hell out. Drew my weapon fired, what, three times four? Interviewer, the record indicates three shots. Agent M I don't remember. Anyway, I immediately called it in, grabbed the envelope and left the house. I was also feeling really hot, even though it was pretty cold. March in New England and all. Interviewer, is this when the house ignited? Agent M, pause for five seconds. Yeah, by the time I'm outside, there's smoke coming out the roof. Once my team shows up and prize my fingers off the skip, the whole thing's in flames. They had to stand way back. I couldn't help standing back. I didn't want to be anywhere near it. Pause for three seconds. Doc, I saw the forensics reports. You know what they said? Interviewer, what did they say? Agent M, they placed the ignition point right where the old coot landed after I shot him. His body put the whole place up in three f***ing minutes. I... Jesus. Interviewer, thank you agent. That will be enough. End log. Closing statement. Agent M was remanded to psychiatric evaluation for three months to treat mental trauma and acute pyrophobia not previously noted in his psychological profile. After amnestics failed to cure the condition, agent was reassigned to a clerical position. Lesson complete. If you missed the previous orientation, go watch SCP-739, a mirrored booth, right now. Or for the complete course, watch this playlist.