CreepyPasta

Why I own a butcher shop

In a town in the edge of London is an old fashion butcher shop. It is considered a family business. But will never forget the secret behind the meat. My father told me this story, it happened twenty years ago.
My father was one of four with a twin brother, an older sister and an older brother. My grandma back then was an alcoholic and my grandfather went home with sluts. My father used to be a drug addict and used to take his anger out on his little sister who died.
My aunt died a few years ago before I was born. She was always the one who had the anger taken out on them.
I remember my dad say "she would always have scars on her arms and legs as you're always has bruises on her face all the time".
I does I was going Monday as I was going to my family's records of I can see a newspaper headline of the girl missing, the last name was my families.
I asked dad what went on and he spilled everything. And I realise that me family was terrible. He told me what the famous mystery meat was. It was my aunt.