It was the day I went to the markets, 7th October 2009. When I arrived with my aunt she took we around the place where she bought some ceramics and flowers, we headed to the inside section of the market where my aunt browsed around, it was getting late and my aunt told me to wait while she went outside to put some things in the car, a while passed and my aunt did not come back and I noticed people packing up but I did not want somebody to tell me to leave in case my aunt came back, so I hid behind a stack of boxes, I thought by the time the doors closed my aunt would be back but she wasn't and they started close the doors, I jumped out from behind the boxes and the doors were closed already, I went and banged on every single door but no answer, I panicked and I told myself that my aunt would tell the owners to find me, but nobody came.
I cried myself to sleep but thinking it would open back in the day, but it did not and it never did.
I thought I would starve to death and maybe I did but I'm still alive here and I'm writing down my story on this peice of paper and I will then slide it through the door in hope somebody finds this, if they do find it I hope they save me.
Written by ayanac27 October 7 2021 (my first creepypasta I hope u like it)
