The first thing we had to do was get in our FBI suits and talked to the girl who was possessed. She was at a mental hospital. We drove there and waltzed in.
"Gentleman?" A woman at the front desk asked.
"We are FBI." We flashed out badges. "I'm Agent Page and this is my partner Agent Plant. We are here to talk to Abby Smith." Sam told her.
"She is in room 4A on the left." She pointed down the hall.
We found the room easily. I careful opened the door and knocked on the door frame. The girl turned around and I felt bad for her.
She looked to be only 17 years old. She had dark brown hair, tan skin, and hazel eyes. Abby looked...so lost in that stupid white outfit surrounded by all white. I felt bad for her. This wasn't her fault.
"We are here to ask you some questions." I told her.
"I already talked to the police." The girl informed us.
"Well, we are FBI. We are conducting our own investigation." I replied.
"You will think I'm crazy." She warned.
"Doubt it. We have heard of some crazy things." I said. It was true. Unfortunately.
"You ever heard of losing control of your own body?" She asked timidly.
"Yes. That is why we are even curious about this." I told her. "Is there anything you can tell us about that time? Where you were? What you saw and smelt?"
"Um. I was home alone and I was studying. I got frustrated and went downstairs. I saw- I thought I saw black smoke and smelt rotten eggs." Abby said.
"Do you remember anything after that?" Sam asked.
"Um. I s-saw me kill her. I just couldn't stop." She stared at her hands in her lap.
"I'm sorry." I said to her.
"Thank you for talking to us." Sam said standing up.
Once we left, I told Sam about my frustration.
"So she will have to stay there!" It made me mad. "She didn't do anything."
"According to the video, she did. She will only be there a few years. I know it sucks, but what are we supposed to do." Sam shrugged.
"Kill that demon!" I got in the car.
Next, we were going to have to visit the morgue to look at the body for clues, then the crime scene. We pulled up to the hospital and I sighed. I hate hospitals. Everyone dies there or is really bad sick.
"You ready?" Sam asked sensing my nervousness.
"Not at all. Let's go." I started walking toward the building.
