The Button Box

What scares you? Not something that causes minor discomfort, like an appointment at the dentist. No, I mean fear. The fear that freezes you in place unable to catch your breath. The fear that so paralyzes you that you are unable to move or even scream.

What is it? Fingers closing around your neck while you sleep and steadily increasing the pressure until you gasp helplessly for air? Tentacles rising from blackened water to seek and drag you down?

What is it?

What scares you?
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My fifth grade class, several years ago, knew that I was an author (Challenge and Silent Screams of a Survivor - available at Amazon) and teased me every day for nearly three months to, "Write them something scary." This is the origin of the FEAR Series.

There are three books in the series: The Night of the Creatures, The Haunting, and The Button Box. All have been written for an audience of people from grade 4 and up. (Nothing here that an adult would not find interesting)

This story tells of a young girl who finds a special pin - a talisman - in her Great Grandmother's button box stored in the basement.

The story tells of her learning of both the special powers of the talisman and her own mind.

A lot of fun to read and scary.
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Gentle Reader: You hold in your hands one of life's sweetest treats --finely-crafted terror. The horror story has a long and illustrious history; apparently we've always enjoyed being scared. I'll leave it to students of the mind to speculate why -- as a long-time admirer of the genre, I prefer to simply dive in and enjoy the experience. I invite you to join me; seldom does one encounter fear so delicious as that created by Bob Hoffman. So, dim all but your reading lamp, curl up in a comfy chair, and come along for a wonderful, suspense-filled ride. You won't be disappointed. And if it gets a little TOO scary, just keep telling yourself: “It's only a story, it's only a story . . . .” Isn't it?

Linda Buthmann