AN: So this is my first horror story, sorry if it sucks. I've had the idea for a week or two now since my boyfriend has gotten me into Creepypastas. I decided to make one centered around our favorite saxophonist. And since it's October, why not actually write it?
Lisa couldn't sleep on this seemingly normal Friday night. She could've sworn she heard screaming and evil laughter coming from her brother's room. Getting annoyed, she decided to go into Bart's room to see if she wasn't just hearing things. And to Lisa's horror, a familiar sideshow was holding a knife. It was Sideshow Bob. He was about to point the knife at Bart until Lisa ran into the room.
"Oh, little Lisa. What a surprise. I didn't think you'd suspect a thing. Well, it's time to get rid of you." He pulled out a gun and shot Lisa in between the eyes, then shooting her dead in her eye sockets.
The girl immediately fell to the ground and started to bleed. Her vision was blurring, and the last thing she saw was her brother trying to attack the man.
After what felt like years, Lisa realized what was going on. She had died a gruesome death but couldn't see anything around her. The now dead girl could hear the sound of her parents rushing into Bart's room and crying. Homer Marge woke up due to the noise and didn't expect themselves to be looking at their two oldest children lying down on the ground, bloody and lifeless. Judging on what the adults were saying, Lisa figured that Sideshow Bob got away in time. She then exited what used to be her house. I'm going to find Sideshow Bob and when I do, I'm going to do the same thing he did to me. Lisa never thought she'd get homicidal thoughts but she had no sympathy for Bob. He killed her brother, which caused her to immediately look for revenge.
As Lisa was walking down Evergreen Terrace, she heard a voice that sounded like that of Ned Flanders. But she wasn't sure if this was a cruel joke on her or not. Anyone could easily impersonate Flanders in front of a girl that couldn't see. The invisible, injured girl stumbled through the street until she was next to "Flanders."
"There must be a draft coming in." The man said, shivering.
Lisa took deep breaths, making him feel colder. "You... You killed my brother..."