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Visitations

And just like that they were gone. It was as if they were never there.. What did they want with my dad? Do they know why he is missing? I need to find out who they are..
'Maybe google knows?' I thought, giving myself false hope. Glumly, I ascended the stairs and hopped back into my desk chair.

I then typed into google, "black suited men visitation" But all that came up were dreams, curses and old folk tales. I yawned in dissatisfaction and closed my laptop. I couldn't be bothered to change my clothes, so I just slumped on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

When morning came I felt uneasy. Not as in feeling sick, just..odd . "Breakfast will help!" I thought with a over-enthusiastic tone.
This was going to be a long day. I need to know who those people are. 'Maybe I should go to the library first, they have lots of old books that should help' I thought to myself .

Before I left I brought my backpack, in it was my water bottle, some gummy worms, a note book and some pepper-spray so I felt safer. I didn't want those men to come back and see me being unarmed.

I rode my bike instead of walking even though it's five minutes away. As I parked my bike, I noticed how empty the library was. I thought it was unusual, but entered anyway. I said my good morning to the lady at the front desk who was her usual grumpy self. I wonder what upset her today? As I passed I noticed half the library was closed off. I asked the lady "Um excuse me?"
"Yes? Can I help you?" She said in a monotone voice.
"Yes actually, half the library...why is it closed?" I said more sternly I wanted to seem more confident so she would notice how rude she was
"New rules." She stated . That's it?
"Okay thank you." I waved goodbye and carried on checking the books I wanted to find one that stuck out but also fitted in as if it was never touched.