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Button Eyes [Rewrite]
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Don't go downstairs . . .
"You can come out when you get your button eyes . . ."
Logan had never ventured outside of the basement, not since he was a young boy. It was because that damp basement was the only place he was ever allowed.
Until that one faithful day, his lovely mother came down and said he could go out, see the house and the world. But of course, only if he got his button eyes.
Years later - he was let out into the world again, but with those lovely button eyes. Everything seemed new, pretty and perfect. It was all he'd ever dreamed of.
But people began to stop and stare, whisperings of,
'Don't stare!' and 'That poor boy.'
In those moments the world never seemed so cruel . . .
And it would only get worse . . .
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[2nd place Winner of The Invisible Awards, Horror Section 2017 ]
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