Ringing

This is what happened as I was told. I'm going to keep as true to what was said to me, since I'm a person of fact and rely upon it heavily for work including my own soundness of mind, but even in this, I found it almost unbearable inasmuch having heard it, contemplate often rather I myself have gone mad, and frequently reminded I might very well have.

I have to also remind myself that some people grow up slow from an extended childhood, whereby they pass directly into old age. This was the case of both Marty and Billy in their story.

Marty Wellock didn't do what they said with all those people. It is true he killed his brother with a pair of chopsticks through the top of his skull when he was eleven. And it's true he was at Willnard Asylum for a good part of his youth. Till twenty-four actually. But it's not true Willnard cures. Things went on there most people don't wish to know about. But some do. Of what happened afterward. Mostly what happened to a side of his son Billy causing even the damned to loathe in terror.

It all started when Billy crept into their minds unhinging the most frightful forgotten nightmares knowing their savageness would eventually devour its hosts. Finishing his Event Day speech not a sound from the students except occasional whimpering and their teacher Mrs. Randen who'd lost control urinating herself, those few final drops sounding that of someone taping the bottom of an empty metal cooking pot with a finger, landing between her legs where she stood lips partially open, eyes held glazed images penetrating back to the time she was brutally attacked twenty years before, could be heard. She'd forgotten that event including the entire class and their own worst fearful memories, which now flooded into reality right at that very front of each child's mind, a damned and hostile evil itself shied from.

And Billy did all this while they sat listening, feeling that itch in their brain where the side of the skull meets its back they'd be thinking, 'why that itch feels mighty fine, if only I could reach it.' They just listened wondering was it all true or had it been dreamt, later forgotten, while together like members of a finely honed orchestra reached for the back of their heads searching that uncomfortable note's sensation. Billy's family knew it too, the sisters, mother and especially Marty who faced the treatment after he admitted killing his younger brother, the only uncle they'd never meet. Billy knew it was the cause. He also knew it was just the start.

But no one else did. Till the annual bonfire held at the Palm Vista Park where most from the Mesquite Springs Stallions High School student body showed up torching an end to the school year, where Billy now the junior and senior class woodshop teacher was employed. Where nobody knew him except as the shop teacher. Where nobody knew Billy's father except as the kook working at Bowmens Construction Company, who knew every piece of material on every shelf, knew its usage, and price without having to look it up in the register all seven hundred and twelve pieces of merchandise. Just knew.

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