Transcript of subject E-4668-14, formerly Mr. Edward Daffern, recounting SCP-4668 during a staged social gathering performed by Foundation personnel

"Okay, so, I was walking home from school, right, pretty normal. I mean, I think my mom usually picked me up, but she wasn't for whatever reason. Working late, probably. Anyway, I was walking home, when suddenly zoom. Car speeds round the corner, all blacked-out windows and stuff."

"So I'm startled, right, and it's really worrying when the car stops and someone gets out. They were really creepy, I'm telling you. Waist-length hair, shades, men-in-black type suit, I- No, no it was definitely a dude."

"Hah! Yeah, I know right! Anyway, so this creepy guy gets out, walks up to me, and here I am like 13 years old, absolutely bricking it. I start walking away as fast as I can, but the guy keeps following me. So he's catching up, I'm absolutely shitting myself, he- Yeah, sure man, no skin off my nose. But basically, he grabs me on my wrist, and he must've been, like, freakishly strong or something because I can remember I thought it was gonna break.

"No, seriously, he was weirdly strong."

"Hey man, you can believe what you want, I'm just telling it like it happened."

"But yeah, he pulled me along this side alley, and into this big brick building, like a kind of… what're those places, used to make, like, textiles? Cotton mill? Big place, full of abandoned machines. Whatever it used to be, he'd clearly made it his own kind of weird den place, because there were all kinds of cages stacked up against the wall. Honest to god, they all had fucking people in them, no joke. No, seriously! Must've been a human trafficking deal or something. That's what they call it, right? There wasn't anyone there I recognised. So he opened a cage, shoved me into it, and I'm crying at this point, 'cause let's be honest, anybody would be. And of course that sets off the rest of the kids there crying, so the whole place is just deafening."

"God, there must've been 30, 40 people there . Terrifying experience, man, I tell you."

"So, I'm crouched in this cage, right, all- How did I get out? I'm getting to that, man, don't rush me! Storytelling, it's like, an art. But basically, when the creepy dude's back was turned I was able to peer through a window, right, and- oh! Huh!"

"No, no, it's just… God it's been a long time since I've thought about this, never even occurred to me. You never told me you went to my school, man! I always assumed you went to some posh English place or something, with the way you talk! Man, funny how- yeah, definitely you. You don't have, like, an identical twin or something do you? Then it was you, yeah. Distinctively. I dunno, you looked… yeah, pretty much like you do now, but younger. Smaller. What else do you want me to say? But yeah, funny how things line up like that. Small world, small world. Uh, where was I?"

"Oh yeah. I can't remember whether he ever got to you or not — can't have done, or you'd remember it, I guess — but while he was distracted I…"

"Wait, hold on. That's… weird."

"No, no, I just can't remember what happened next. Like, I was in the cage for… well, it felt like years, but it must've only been a day or two. Honestly, not making any of this up. At least a couple days. Felt like more. Couldn't have been. But it's been years now since I told anyone about it, you get me? Memories get all muddled up, I suppose. But, um."

"I can't remember getting out."

"I- I think? It's… weird, feels like I should still be there? Does that make sense? That… doesn't make sense, no. I'm not bullshitting you, I promise, 100% genuine. God, I must be really overworked or something. I swear, like… yeah, I'm still there. In my… mind? Memory? Whatever."

"Fuck off, you need a therapist. I'm fine, just tired."

"Nah, I'm good, thanks all the same. It's time I got back anyway. Good party, though. We'll have to do it again sometime."