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I first started asking questions when I was 13 years old. Unlike the majority of the people I knew at this age, I had never met my father nor did I ever quiz my mother on his name, features, history or current location - until now.

My mother was holding a glass in one hand, a carton of orange juice in the other as I allowed myself to finally inquire about my dad - at the mention of said person the glass slipped out my mother's hand and smashed against the floor. Her eyes went narrow, her face twisting into a look of anger and prosecution. Then she hit me. Again and again.

And again. Screaming to the point where blood spotted my face as the inside of her throat slit open through strain.

Whilst I cowered, my arms covering my face I managed to hear the word "Ördög". After what felt like an eternity of abuse she stopped. Cowering, she left. I never saw her again.

Years went on. How I survived is of no importance - the family I now shelter with is of little relevance to this.

However, after six years of searching the name Ördög in all kept records I could locate the area where I grew up with my mother - I came across this.

1991 - The year I was born. Twenty murders were committed. Each to a woman who on the day of their murder were celebrating their 21st birthday.

Each body was discovered intact, except that their eyes were hollowed out and their mouths were extended to the point where their jaws were completely broken. The intriguing thing was how their mouths couldn't be shut, as though an invisible force was forcing them to stay open.

These murders happened over the space of twenty days. One each day at exactly 9:00pm, from the 1st of December to the 20th of December. Exactly 9:00pm. Then they stopped - nobody knew why, and nobody questioned it. They just carried on with their lives.

I was born on the 21st December. Time of birth - 9:00pm.

My mother was meant to be the 21st victim, however she became the bearer of his child.

On your 21st birthday I will approach you. You will not see me until it's too late. The last thing you'll see is my hollow eyes as your own burn out your skull. Your soul will be mine for my father to feast on - if you're lucky.

If you're unlucky... If you were born on the 21st of any given month...

Well let's just say that a sibling is something I've always liked the sound of.

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+I first started asking questions when I was 13 years old. Unlike the majority of the people I knew at this age, I had never met my father nor did I ever quiz my mother on his name, features, history or current location - until now.
-It was a Tuesday, I can't remember the date but it was a few
-years ago now. I'd just got off work and I was stopping by the regular market.
-A quaint store just down the road from my place. I got all the necessities and
-was on my way to the counter when it caught my eye, a box of Fruit Loops.
-Glimmering under light from the white bulbs, at an absolute steal of a price.
-$2 dollars, for a 500g box, it was a miracle. A once in a lifetime deal,
-something humankind would ever see again. So I bought two boxes of God's cereal
-and headed for home.
+My mother was holding a glass in one hand, a carton of orange juice in the other as I allowed myself to finally inquire about my dad - at the mention of said person the glass slipped out my mother's hand and smashed against the floor. Her eyes went narrow, her face twisting into a look of anger and prosecution. Then she hit me. Again and again.
-I placed the boxes on the bench, looking over the receipt. I
-still couldn't believe how cheap they were. This thought stayed with me as I
-packed away the rest of my groceries and had dinner. I couldn't take my eyes
-off the boxes, they called to me, like some unattainable goal I would never
-reach. My mouth watered at the thought of ingesting their sugary goodness. I
-had a shower and went to bed, dreaming of tomorrow morning when I would be able
-to eat the loops.
+And again. Screaming to the point where blood spotted my face as the inside of her throat slit open through strain.
-A loud bump from downstairs woke me in the middle of the
-night. A solid but meaty thump, like flesh against wood... Except I had tile. I
-grabbed my 20 gauge and crept into the hall, the dark played tricks on my eyes,
-the shadows all casting the same fluttering shapes along the walls. I made my
-way down the stairs, beads of sweat forming on the back of my neck as I
-approached the floor.
+Whilst I cowered, my arms covering my face I managed to hear the word "Ördög". After what felt like an eternity of abuse she stopped. Cowering, she left. I never saw her again.
-I saw it standing there, a horribly deformed eldritch
-horror. It stood as tall as my ceiling, maybe taller as it hunched over my kitchen
-bench. It had no legs, a snake-like body clad in leathery white skin. His body
-forming into a neck and head, with a giant nose and clad in an aged bicycle
-helmet. A singular arm hoisted a box over its gaping mouth. My Fruit Loops and
-one box was already empty.
+Years went on. How I survived is of no importance - the family I now shelter with is of little relevance to this.
-I watched on in horror as it finished my second box of loops
-and contorted it's horrific body to look at me. "Provide me with loops,
-brother." I gasped for air, it's oppressive gaze sapped the life from my
-legs, and the shotgun clattered to the ground. I couldn't move, I couldn't see,
-but I could think one thing alone. I had to acquire loops.
+However, after six years of searching the name Ördög in all kept records I could locate the area where I grew up with my mother - I came across this.
-And so I write this tale, to tell you about the Long-Nosed
-Nobody. And if you see the Long-Nosed Nobody, do not fear, just provide him
-with LOOPS.
+- The year I was born. Twenty murders were committed. Each to a woman who on the day of their murder were celebrating their 21st birthday.
+Each body was discovered intact, except that their eyes were hollowed out and their mouths were extended to the point where their jaws were completely broken. The intriguing thing was how their mouths couldn't be shut, as though an invisible force was forcing them to stay open.
+These murders happened over the space of twenty days. One each day at exactly 9:00pm, from the 1st of December to the 20th of December. Exactly 9:00pm. Then they stopped - nobody knew why, and nobody questioned it. They just carried on with their lives.
+I was born on the 21st December. Time of birth - 9:00pm.
+My mother was meant to be the 21st victim, however she became the bearer of his child.
+On your 21st birthday I will approach you. You will not see me until it's too late. The last thing you'll see is my hollow eyes as your own burn out your skull. Your soul will be mine for my father to feast on - if you're lucky.
+If you're unlucky... If you were born on the 21st of any given month...
+Well let's just say that a sibling is something I've always liked the sound of.
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