You've probably heard of creepypastas like the showers or the backrooms, well this is my story
It was 2009 in my home country Australia, I was around 12 then, it was noon I believe and I was doing some sort of homework, I had a high grade but my mother was always pushing me to get higher grades.
There was 2 kids in my family, Me and my sister, my sister was sort of a brat and she was young, my mother did not know how to care for her as I was never a bad child, which means when I do anything out of line I get in trouble, well hey it's not my fault I did not act up as a child, mostly I never acted up because most of my friends parents weren't the nicest people so I thought my mom would be like that. Well one day my mother told me that I would be going to my aunts house because she had to go to her church, we had sort of a weird religion that wasn't known very well, I always thought of it as a cult, my mother called it Dynasty which was a weird name for a religion, anyways I was also informed that my aunt would take me to the markets, the name of the markets was called 'trustful marketplace' but we always called it the markets, it was a market that was mostly indoors but some outside markets surrounded it, I would be going in a week
