They're here again. Different people this time. they have more suitcases and film equipment than the last team that came to "visit."

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My mom and I watch from my bedroom window on the second floor as the four men make several trips to and from their van. The huge white van with no windows that could be a kidnapper vehicle if I didn't see all the equipment they had in the back. 

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They are trying to communicate with us to help through our "issues" and move on. we have been having trouble letting go of the fact that my dad strangled both of us to death and trapped us in this house ever since.