Slender man's daughter

I haven't ever seen my dad, probably a good thing, if you see him you will die an unexplained death. It would be comfort to think if he ever saw me, he would know who I am, but in reality, I don't think he would care. Though I need to find out, so I will need to find him.

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The next morning I got on the train to Kent. Early. Too early for my teenage-self. The lights on the train seemed too blinding, the people seated near me seemed too loud. It took all my strength not to scream "Be quiet!".

I kept my eyes on the world outside the moving train, the sky still grey from yesterday. I kept thinking it was a sign. The closer I got to my dad, the darker the clouds seemed to get. That at least, managed to put a grin on my face.

"The next stop is Kent, please mind the gap between the train and the platform." Yelled the speakers as I got off the train. 

I was going to have to ask someone whereabouts the the Slender man had been sighted. I sighed at my stupidity for not asking the man at the shop. I decided to ask the most friendly looking person I could find; a mid-aged woman with soft brown eyes.

"Excuse me, do you know where the Slender man sighting was by any chance?"

She looked at me blankly. I itched my nose, something I do when I feel uncomfortable.

"Yes, it was my son who saw him."She said without emotion.

"Oh!"

Not only did I feel extremely awkward, I didn't know if I should sound sympathetic or carry on investigating. I chose sympathy. 

"I am very sorry about that. May I ask where he saw the Slender man?" I asked awkwardly.

"If you would like, you can talk to him about it, I have no interest with retelling the story to anyone."She said, with even more lack of  no emotion.

"Yes please." 

So my search continued to a strangers house.

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