Federal Bureau of Investigation, Washington DC

Research Lab

- Any progress with that? – asked the man in a suit along side a scientist sitting at a lab bench.

- I have tried to see if it has a switch or something to activate it.

Then, another man came into the room wearing a suit and a necktie, much younger than the first one.

- Agent Skiller. – called the young person. – I am agent Robson. Division A. The chief wanted me to tag along in this case.

- Good. What's your area of expertise? – asked agent Skiller.

- Sociology, folklore customs, paranormal phenomena.

- Like an X-files agent? – laughed the scientist.

- I give my input about artifacts and information about particular social groups. It comes in handy you know………- replied Agent Robson looking quite annoyed.

- Ok. Then give us your input about this object. – said agent Skiller showing the object on the bench.

Agent Robson took it on his hand. It was very lightweight. It looked like an ordinary picture frame with carved inscriptions all around in a strange language. The front side was ivory white and the backside was pitch black.

- Looks like a simple picture frame to me…… - commented agent Robson and then looked at Agent Skiller -What case is this connected to?

- The highway patrol sent it to us. Drivers reported seeing a bright flash of light along the road and it caused a big accident in the state highway. They found this along with an old crackpot who woke up and was acting crazy asking about this picture frame and his two students…….

- Students?

- Yes. He said his names were Yin and Yang and that they were being chased by the "nightmaster"

- What a colorful story. – commented Agent Robson looking at the object. So, what's so mystical about this?

- When this happened there was a 6 block radius blackout. Anything that had a motor or a digital display died in that area.

- They sent it to look for any signs of radioactivity. – completed the scientist.

- Maybe the old crackpot knows something about it. – suggested Robson.

- I doubt his credibility. –said Skiller rubbing his chin. - We looked everywhere for any records, but there is no identification of him anywhere.

- Where did they take him?

- To the State Sanatorium. But don't expect me to go with you to talk to him. The police already interrogated him extensively.

- I'll see what I can find. – said Robson exiting the room leaving Skiller and the scientist.

As he exited the room Agent Robson felt a chilling cold down to his bones. He did not notice a creepy shadow following him everywhere along the corridors. At the parking lot, he felt the sensation of feeling watched and turned around suddenly: Nothing. Just silence.

As he approached his patrol car, he felt something invading his body. His mind was being taken over. A swooshing air current could be felt, and then everything went silent again.

With bright red glowing eyes he boarded the car and drove to the sanatorium while breaking into evil laughter.