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Three days ago... I killed my mother.
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.
 
   
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I regret it now, but she drove me to it. She was suffering from psychosis, under the delusion everyday that I was constantly lying to her and plotting something horrible. She would scream at me, smash cups and plates, it sometimes got so bad that she would attack me. I was planning to save up enough money to move out and get her some professional help but I just couldn't take the stress. I threw her down the stairs one night when she attacked me which resulted in her neck breaking. Her mental health record was enough for investigators to accept that it was an accident.
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.
 
   
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Today was her funeral day and my family members offered their condolences before and after the service. I felt awful knowing that if they knew the truth, their words may have been filled with hatred and resentment instead of sympathy. We then headed to my Aunt Victoria's place for the repast. I had come out into the back garden in an attempt to escape the suffocating attention I was receiving from my family. It was then when I saw my eight year old cousin Rebecca sitting alone on the bench whispering softly as if she was talking to someone. I approached her out of curiosity and in hope that her adorable, naive charm would cheer me up.
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.
 
   
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"Hey Rebecca, what are you doing out by yourself?" I asked her in the soft tone one would usually take when talking to a child, as I sat down next to her on the bench. She didn't answer me for about five seconds. Instead, she just stared at me with a look of pity and concern in her eyes, then took a quick small breath and opened her mouth to speak.
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.
 
   
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"Alex... why did you hurt Auntie Jane?" My heart sunk at those words she had uttered so innocently to me. I froze up and felt my body begin to sweat profoundly as the rate of my heart beat climbed steadily. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath before attempting to respond to her.
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.
 
   
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"Wh-what makes you think that Rebecca?" I asked her as my shaking voice broke the silence.
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.
 
   
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"Auntie Jane told me so." My jaw dropped. "She's sitting right there," she announced somberly as she pointed to the seat opposite of her.
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I made her promise me that she wouldn't tell a soul about the truth of my mother's death. That little girl could ruin my entire life with just one sentence, "Alex killed Auntie Jane", and that more than anything, terrifies me to the very core of my existence. One day...
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...I may just have to kill her too.
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Latest revision as of 01:58, 3 October 2018

Three days ago... I killed my mother.

I regret it now, but she drove me to it. She was suffering from psychosis, under the delusion everyday that I was constantly lying to her and plotting something horrible. She would scream at me, smash cups and plates, it sometimes got so bad that she would attack me. I was planning to save up enough money to move out and get her some professional help but I just couldn't take the stress. I threw her down the stairs one night when she attacked me which resulted in her neck breaking. Her mental health record was enough for investigators to accept that it was an accident.

Today was her funeral day and my family members offered their condolences before and after the service. I felt awful knowing that if they knew the truth, their words may have been filled with hatred and resentment instead of sympathy. We then headed to my Aunt Victoria's place for the repast. I had come out into the back garden in an attempt to escape the suffocating attention I was receiving from my family. It was then when I saw my eight year old cousin Rebecca sitting alone on the bench whispering softly as if she was talking to someone. I approached her out of curiosity and in hope that her adorable, naive charm would cheer me up.

"Hey Rebecca, what are you doing out by yourself?" I asked her in the soft tone one would usually take when talking to a child, as I sat down next to her on the bench. She didn't answer me for about five seconds. Instead, she just stared at me with a look of pity and concern in her eyes, then took a quick small breath and opened her mouth to speak.

"Alex... why did you hurt Auntie Jane?" My heart sunk at those words she had uttered so innocently to me. I froze up and felt my body begin to sweat profoundly as the rate of my heart beat climbed steadily. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath before attempting to respond to her.

"Wh-what makes you think that Rebecca?" I asked her as my shaking voice broke the silence.

"Auntie Jane told me so." My jaw dropped. "She's sitting right there," she announced somberly as she pointed to the seat opposite of her.

I made her promise me that she wouldn't tell a soul about the truth of my mother's death. That little girl could ruin my entire life with just one sentence, "Alex killed Auntie Jane", and that more than anything, terrifies me to the very core of my existence. One day...

...I may just have to kill her too.



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