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Creepy presents the 31 Days of Horror, day 11, the perfect child.

He was the sweetest child in the world. There was no doubt about it. The moment he was born, people gathered around the nursery, pointing at his sleeping form and cruning.

What gorgeous hair, what beautiful lips, what adorably chubby cheeks.

Fathers ignore their own newborn children in favor of that tiny, perfect baby.

Mother's tautled to the glass and pressed tired faces against it, crying for their poor fortune.

How much better a life would be if that was their child?

The nurse that delivered him was amazed when she first held him in her arms. His skin was creamy and white, not that molded pink every other baby sported.

At first she thought he was dead. His eyes shut and his dark brown curls mattered against his skull. As soon as she held him, however, she knew he was just fine.

He opened his eyes and looked at her with all of the intelligence of an adult, breathing calmly and wrapping his tiny infant fingers around a loose strand of her thin blonde hair.

He never once cried and his mother worried from her bad, sitting up and crying out at the nurse that so lovingly cradled her child.

My baby, what's wrong with him?

Her voice was weak, and her eyes fluttered as she exhaustively fumbled at the bedsheets she was swaddled in.

The nurse glared at her over this perfect babes head and snapped at the woman. There was nothing wrong with the child, and there never would be.

Reluctantly the nurse snipped the child's umbilical cord and set him gently in the nursery, lovingly kissing his head and promising that she would come back for him.

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