[ WP ] A secretive government agency similar to men in black discreetly investigates murders by ghosts to avoid mass hysteria over the existence of malacious spirits

Wrists slit, eyes gouged, a cryptic symbol carved into her chest, she laid in a puddle of her own blood on the bathroom floor. That's how I found my sister. It was the middle of the night and I had woken up to get a drink and I found her there. I screeched like a banshee and ran for my parents room. 
 
 `` Annie's dead! Annie's dead!'' I screamed over and over again. Blubbering and crying the whole time. My mother held me close while my father went to see what the hell I was yelling about. 
 
 `` Check her room,'' my mother said, `` he's probably just having a bad dream.'' When my father turned on the light I swear I saw a black figure in the mirror with glowing orange eyeballs. I screeched some more, and it disappeared. My mother held me, `` Calm down honey it's all going to be okay.'' 
 
 My father returned, `` Call the cops, we need to get out of here.'' His eyes were watery, and his voice was shaky, but I credit him all these years later for not losing his shit. As we left the house there was a low laugh coming from the walls. So low that I do n't know if anyone else heard, at the time I was n't sure if I heard. He packed us up in our rusty truck and sped down the lonely dirt road. I sobbed in the back, my mother sobbed up front. Only my father could choke back his tears. 
 
 `` Daddy,'' I asked, `` was it a serial killer?'' Before he replied there were headlights appeared on the top of the hill. 
 
 My father said, `` What the...'' we never got visitors, especially not in the middle of the night. `` They're not taking us too!'' He swerved into the fields beside the road and slammed on the gas. 
 
 My mother looked at the phone, `` Our service has been cut off. Honey, what's happening?'' 
 
 `` It appears whoever took our daughter is out for us too.'' We burst out of the crops and onto the road. There were police cars blocking the road. Our truck crashed into one and we tumbled off the road. I found myself laying on the ceiling. Boots were approaching the car. 
 
 `` Do n't move, we mean no harm.'' A voice said. It did n't sound like a sinister serial killer's voice, it sounded like the voice of a police officer. 
 
 Turns out that was a pretty close guess. 
 
 It was a group of people in suits and sunglasses even though it was dark. They gave us blankets and coffee to my parents ( I got a milkshake ) and escorted us to the mobile lab. Which was a semi-truck with a clean laboratory full of computers and instruments in the trailer. 
 
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 Edit: Part 2 is up!
