There's a Man on that Street

By Christopher Ridge

A fun collection of strange gory tales featuring cannibals, chainsaw maniacs and giant creatures. In this collection we have The man Who Ate His Neighbor, a tale about a retirement center for psychos and and odd story about flying gorillas from outer space and among many other tales. No tale in this collection is the same.Jump right in and have a look around where strangeness awaits you on each page.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Ridge
• Release date: Jul 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536582161

Christopher Ridge

Christopher Ridge is a creature feature horror and sci-fi writer. He enjoys B horror movies, aliens, monsters and mutant insects and such. To get an idea of what his stories and short novels are like think ATTACK OF THE KILLER TOMATOES, THEM, and IT CAME FROM OUTER SPACE. He lives in Indianapolis Indiana with his wife and two sons.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

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There's a lot of strange stories in this collection. Some weird some really weird and horrific and gory. So extra caution on that. No story is the same. I did avoid writing a brief description above each tale because I felt that would give away some of the surprises and I think it's so much more fun reading a collection of stories when you don't know what you're gonna get when you get to the next one. There is no theme to this collection, just stories that I hope you enjoy.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

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Special thanks for the cover photo courtesy of [e-mail]

THERE'S A MAN ON THAT STREET

That man down that street eats the neighbors. Of course all this wasn't discovered till later till after it was all done. You wouldn't know it though. He was a quiet guy, lived there in that large house by himself taking care of his mother till she passed away from cancer just two months ago. On the appearance side he was short, shaped like an egg and had long oily hair that he seemed to never comb. He walked with a limp in his right leg. He smelt like mildew from a crawlspace.

Just a typical guy in a small town neighborhood doing what folks in the neighborhoods do.

Cut the grass

Washed his car

And sat in his garage in the evenings drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon beer cause that's the greatest all American evening.

As far as anybody knew he never worked. Most just figured he was on disability. By nature he was friendly but one kept their distance when carrying on conversation with him because his body expelled some foul odor. Like mildew form a crawlspace.

Most felt sorry for him when they saw him trying to cut his grass and keep up with the yard work and take care of his dying mother at the same time. Wasn't unusual to see the ambulance in front of the house at least twice a week and he was always making frequent trips to the hospital.

It's not easy taking care of somebody who is dying.

Police were always stopping by too. Most just thought they were checking up on him because of his situation and all.

Turned out the police were checking on more than that.

A boy went missing in the neighborhood and it wasn't the first one either. None of the bodies were ever found

Police started asking him questions. Then they started talking to the neighbors asking questions about him. Of course everybody said they don't know much about him other than the fact his mother was so sick and how he seems to be having a hard time making ends meet but overall seems like a pretty jolly fellow.

The police would nod their heads as they took all this in,

At night cop cars would sit by the side of the road on the other side of the block around the corner where they got a good view of a few of the houses because of a large field.

Everybody knew something wasn't right and right away talk was going on about some kind of killer in the neighborhood that killed that boy. And as usual people started pointed fingers.

It's that guy, not talking about the same one but somebody different. I know it's him he's always snooping around and looking out his window.

Somebody else would point a finger at somebody completely different and say no it's this guy because he's always coming home late,

Then there was this one man, an older man in his sixties who liked to play ball with the children and all the children came to him asking if he could pitch because that old man was a big baseball fan. One time a girl joined in on their group only to kept a close watch on by her mother. And the girl would be called back to her mother five to ten times and they had to stop the game every time so she could run across the street and talk. The mother asked the girl if that old man had touched her on her private parts.

No the girl said.

If he does you come along and tell me okay,

Yes mom.

And watch out for those other boys too,

Yes mom.

Yeah, he was accused by the neighborhood. But everybody had it wrong. They had it all completely wrong. And it proved to people that things are not what they appear or neither are people when they really found the truth.

From that moment on that old man got some pretty weird looks from the neighborhood. Snobby-bodies who had nothing else to do like going to a real job partook in gossip had a lot to say about the poor ole man. They talked and made comments behind his back. If those snobby women would've been the jury the old man would've hung for sure.

Things had settled down within a year and all went about their business as usual that was till a little girl went missing. She went out to play for the afternoon and when her mother went to look for her she was no where to be found.

All the neighborhood gathered around to search for