Button Eyes [Rewrite]

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Where am I?

What happening?
What is this?

He bolted upright.

What fresh hell is this!?
His eyes had finally managed to focus. He was laying on something big, soft and warm. It was a bed. A lovely, comfy bed.

A b-bed?

Logan then realised what was infront of him. It was her again.
She had her bony elbows placed on the end, looking at him with another one of her 'infamous' smiles spread across her face. It was staring at him. Well, that was as far as he could tell.

"Glad to see you're awake dearie! "
Her voice was shrill once again.
That voice was like a drill, and piercing through the air it snapped him out of his bleary state.

"W-w-where a-am I?"
Her face contorted into one of pure surprise.
"In your room! In your own bed! Don't you remember my son?"

My bed?
My room?

He gazed at her like a frightened puppy.
"You were in here yesterday! Well, you've been here for a week. Now, I think that's long enough so come down for breakfast."

And a second later she was gone. Vanished as swiftly as she had come. He finally started to look around the room. Dark blue walls, faded posters of action movies. And layers upon layers of dust upon nearly every surface visible. The light shining in through the window was dim and the air was damp. But he didn't remember any of it. How could he?

Logan had managed to haul himself out of the tiny bed, slowly making his way down the old rickety stairs, which created a strange sound with every single step he made.

He'd finally made his way into the small kitchen. But the place looked empty.

She's gone?

A cold shiver ran down his spine.

"I-is anyone i-in here?"

It was behind him. But he didn't seem to notice. She leaned right up to his ear. Her cold breath danced across his face.
"Right here... dearie"
She whispered.

He quickly staggered forward, his breathing  loud and ragged. Slowly turning around to face her, and glancing down realised she had an exceeding long, extremely sharp kitchen knife, loosely dangling from her hand, like it was about to fall. She swung it around, making big hand gestures, almost dropping or throwing it as she inched closer to him.

He didn't realise that he was staring at it with wide- eyed look on his face.
"What are you staring at?
Oh this?!" She cocked her head to the left. Logan slowly nodded his head, eyes still glued to it.

"Well, you'll just have to wait and see won't you son?"

Why does she keep calling me
'Son' & 'dearie'?
And what is 'you'll have to wait and see'?

All the while he was lost in his thoughts, she inched closer to him, the blade clutched firmly in her left hand.

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And there will be a bit more excitement in the next chapters.

Alex 😘😛🐝