Changes: Negative Attention

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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+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.
-Over the years, my family and I have experienced things that could be considered "paranormal activity." Most of these have centered around my younger brother and my mother. For the longest time I just brushed it off as coincidence. But recent events have gotten me to reconsider the possibility of it being something not of the living world.
+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.
-A few months ago, the hinges on my brother's door seemed to have slipped out of place. At first, we didn't think much of it. We live in an old house, and things tend to fall apart occasionally. But looking at how the hinge came off made us think. For it to have come off the way it did, someone would have had to push the door up and manually unhinge it. We knew it wasn't my brother because he had been at the park all day. It wasn't my mom because she was downstairs watching TV. And it wasn't me or my dad because we had gone out shopping.
+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.
-Days later, I was watching a movie downstairs with my parents when my brother came running down the stairs. He was freaking out because a huge spider was in his room, and he has a crippling fear of spiders and insects. Normally we wouldn't think much of this; bugs crawl in through the cracks of the windows all the time. However, we had just had an exterminator over to take care of our insect problem a week prior. It was even guaranteed that we would be bug free for at least a month. But to keep my brother from flipping his shit and more than he needed to, we just picked the thing up with a Kleenex and flushed it.
+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.
-From then on, things kept happening to my brother over the following weeks. Every time, the happenings got more and more dangerous. The basement door almost falling shut on his head, the brakes of his bike suddenly going out while going down a steep hill, and nearly falling down the stairs. He even said it felt like someone tried to trip him.
+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.
-But after a little while, it stopped without warning. It felt peculiar. Don't get me wrong, I was glad my brother was safe again. Yet I felt like whatever, or whoever, was trying to hurt my brother was still around. Almost like it was biding its time.
+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.
-Two weeks passed without an occurrence, and my mother made a passing joke. "Maybe Jordan got bored." Confused, I asked her who Jordan was. Though she was hesitant to tell me at first, she finally let out a sigh and told me the story.
-When I was two years old, my mom became pregnant with her second child. She and dad were excited to have another child, and a boy no less. I was still very young, so I didn't know my mom was even pregnant. They weren't sure what his name would be at the time, but my mom wanted to name him Corey.
-He was a miscarriage.
-His loss tore my parents up inside, and it took them a long time to recover from the loss. I had no idea why they seemed so sad back then. But looking back now, their actions make so much more sense. Luckily, a couple years later, my mom was able to give birth to my brother and Jordan was seemingly forgotten as the time passed. Yet there were times where we've heard the voice of a child or something seemed to have been moved when no one was around to move it. Small things that a child may do for attention.
-But after what happened these past months, I don't think attention is the only thing Corey is after anymore.
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