"Short Story," Lizzard

New residents move to a suburban area they judged harmlessly managable. One night, a man goes out to aid his rest: when the new residence falls prey to an evil not as harmless or managable as figured.

Death is like a vast dark water whole one should stay out of.
The same one Lizzard has in his basement, his well.
Of course, the world around us may all yet not have gotten the message.
But just like any of the other severely disturbed, they were ought to let you know
one way or another, how mentally disturbed they were.
Definitely, if you walked the same neighborhood.
"Leave me the f**k alone," Lizzard Yells in his basement.
The entanglements of his mind penaltys him as his great enemy.
Because everything he saw was like a puzzle being discobublated
in front of his eyes intentionally, as he was forced to judge
every piece he saw in front of him for himself. Even with
people. For instance, when an old man says, move away, that
kid there sees not what you and I see, and its not the kind
you would want to stick around for to find out," you should
do as he say. Respecting your elders in this case, would have
done the barson family the greatest good. This neighborhood
wasn't known for it and they believed in the moral area and
the people within it limited to the level of crazy you were
push to. Barson family: "from the looks of it, he's any other of
my patients, I work with the criminally insane, trust me, I
know more than you think, latterly." The elder watched barson
walk off his front porch and looked into the air, at the leaves,
and then at Lizzards house and says to himself, "human
understanding has nothing to do with this man, he wouldn't
have believed me anyway: some people will just have to learn
hardway.
"Leave me alone, No."
In his head, voices are yelling at him telling him to look at the
pictures of his x girlfriend he murdered, that know one
knows about. His mind becomes deranged when
he is forced to look at the person he murdered. He couldn't rest.
But he needed to rest, and was unable to rest
until he satasfied the voices. This would make him go
out sometimes at night to stir up another soul so that they would shut up. The
Elderly was underestimated by the Barson family. He had his own
taste of every kind of crazy to his unfortunate irony.
Elder had a brother who became a serial killer.
Another brother in the insane asylum, and a friend he
later would nickname, "Manson boy." But this wasn't
criminal, human-evil: not the criminal psychotic,
this was hell entering that boy there. The night came and
Lizzard was having one of them nights, the elder watches as always.
Lizzard walked to the front porch of the elder and the elder
showed him the way like always, but this time, pointing at the Barsons house,
unmoved by his eyes of blackness
and the leaves trailing his every move.
Taking a sip of his cofee until Lizzard went to bed, like always.
The elder smiles and says to himself, "I don't think. I know. Mr Barson."
The door bell rang, Father Barson looks out his windows,
finally catching only a glimpse of the elder with his door wide
open in the middle of the night, sitting in front of the door
in his chair. Father Barson says to himself, "these people just doesn't
have anything better to do." Once he opened the front door
with such undermine, and humor, a second after he opens it, in the looks of
Lizzard, "Go home," his head was chopped off by
an axe. He carried the head to his home as the elder watched
and flipped through the pages of his bible, secretly watching
the leaves that didn't follow him anymore. He laughed and
waited for the rest of the barsons to come to his house.
When they did, he throws them a bible, and Lizzard
throws Father Barson's head down the water hole in his basement.
He was relieved, the voices went away. But he only had
Approximately 9 hours of rest until the morning, when they
would come back. Mother Barson furious, "we don't need no
bible right now, we need to give this son of a b***h to the police.
Who do you think he is?" She reached for her cell phone
and called the kind of people in this world that
would make you realize what bad is really all about. I guess this whole
scene looked that way to the elder as he just smiles
and watches, "get here now. Get Vinny and them all. This son
of a b***h won't even make it to the jailhouse. COME NOW."
The elder watched her stress over something she had no control
Over. It was like seeing a young little naive girl calling her
big and bad world bullys boyfriends because they all were
dying to find out, like little cartoon characters. The elder
saw the sky and saw red in it and says to her as she hangs up her phone,
"You see that patch of redness in the sky? That means your
about to intervene with something you shouldn't. My best advice
would be for you to just go while you can and find another
husband." She gets in his face and curses him out
with so much fire, it could melt and weild steel together. Then the other
part of the family arrives with weapons and ammunition
filled to their circle, it was obvious that they didn't know.
The elder watches her run off to them and says to himself, no one listens, do they ever?
"Get that son of a b***h."
It Pretty much loked like the usual cop, gangster thing as they busted in,
dragged him out and placed a gun to his head. As the mother smiles,
the other family, "are you kiddin me, this little punk?"
The mother looks at the
Eldery first with the intentions to smirk in his face.
But instead, she caught the elders eyes that watched the leaves circling
around them and the sky of red that looked stronger.
She almost believed in it but when looking back at reality, her
other family shooting Lizzard dead in the street, she despised it all,
"Let's go. " As they tried pulling off, it stormed, and the leaves went
to Lizzards backyard and a little tornado musters: the police arrives.
They ended up arresting them all and as the mother stomach
was pent and pushed to lay flat on top of the trunk, she saw the elder
looking somewhere else: more frightened than ever. She than thinks to herself
Goes to look back at the dead body: it was gone. Noise appears behind her, from
some man that seems to be talking and mumbling to himself.
This man walk pass the barson family and back onto his porch and into his home.
Now, he only had 8 hours until the next morning,
when they will come back. The mother cries, "No. NO. NO. NO. SON OF
A B***H. AHHHHH." The elder smiles at the mother, stands up and
shakes his head, knowing what was at hands before later reported, on them not making it to
the jail house themselves, cop cars blowing up mysteriously and coincidentially killing everyone: he
slams the door in her face and prepares for the next day, keeping his hand wrapped to
the book of the bible.