Date: 8/20/2018
By dydeath
there was this statue making store that made a statue of anything you wanted without discription, it sounded like a mirical but one time a man came in and he wanted his son to be made into a statue because he missed him so much and said that he was killed my a weird spider creature and he made a little gesture, the next day he came and fell to his knees when he saw the statue, a spider eating his son, i then moved out of there and went to a sweatshop for mexicans, (i am mexican) with my mother and aunt we were walking past the snow and walls and i saw a little label saying that there was a lost child, i told my mother i knew where he was, and i said the people making the boxes and she pointed at a lady who was handling boxes and screamed THAT LADY??!! i said no!! and told her that it was one of the ladys at the sweatshop, i told her and my aunt just to not drink any water and instantly regreted saying that to them because we were working in a sweatshop. a while later my mom got a big gallon of milk and handed it out between me and my aunt, but since i was so far from them she said she would give the ones who past it to me would get some milk, i looked around and saw everyone was jealous because we had milk and werent sharing with the entire group, eventually the girls who passed me the milk got their milk and then i woke up