Button-eyes

I

A compulsion the man thought he needed to fulfill was to replace the eyes of toys and burden them with new ones: Black buttons sewn or replaced the blank white eyes, pupils a life-fulfilling color, with black buttons. The man owned a toy store, of a early thirties age. His hair was a brunette, a Raven, melancholy, dull tone, with certain grey strands. His clothing consisted of a violet vest, plain, white long-sleeves; black long pants, and plain dress shoes. The man who owned the store was named Henry McFain, and the town he worked in was Hollowsville. Dolls were his favorite victims almost, replacing their eyes with ugly black buttons.

Henry disliked dolls with beautiful eyes because he thought they were toys ultimately. And toys didn't have any feelings, they weren't alive. They weren't supposed to be alive. Henry only cared about receiving toys from children to ruin them, and usually moved onto other towns far away to escape punishment or fear of getting punishment. So he moved to towns far away, ones that took a month to get by to each other.

This town always had a grey sky, and was named Hollowsville for it's almost empty feeling. A strange name but the town wasn't a huge one, a rather small one instead. Perhaps, the pertuity of guilt had set off the super hearing and sight Henry had. There was a grey cement sidewalk, and a dark shade of the road built, occasionally clean and showed through the history of such. The houses were a tightly packed, neatly aligned position. The children however, stood out very well, the bright and cheery colors on their clothing disgusted him, but Henry ignored it. Children liked colorful things.

Quite a strange man to work as a toy fixer to own his own store of them. Many wooden nutcrackers, winding white or brown mouses with colorful button eyes, or the "cartoon" labeled ones, dolls of all shapes and sizes, toy cars as the same position of dolls. There were other toy variety options, almost foreign to the town. Hollowsville was simply pleased as Henry was making a lot of money. A cycle benefited him: Toys were given and fixed to the children, and money was present to him to buy more toys.

Henry's home however, was a different story. It was melancholy, Raven, dark, with certain red spots on the black walls. It was the result of sun rays hitting the windows that only allowed to shine a couple of blood-red spots on the black, tar walls, every single one of them.

Now Henry had to go to work early in the morning to prepare fixing and replacing eyes. A new batch of toys awaited him, which kept him thinking late at night. Henry begun to see some of the toys staring at him with those rageful button eyes, with the red spots on them. Henry sat up straighter than a ruler, quicker than a snake attacking, and asked, "Who's there?!" There was hardly a sound, his pounding heart growing louder. Henry begun to panic and did not open his eyes after closing them, pulling a pillow over his head.

It would be certain tomorrow was full of daylight.