Demented Tales

By Christopher Ridge

Sick and twisted tales of the deranged and demented. Tales to disturb and keep you up at night.

These are tales of guts and gore and not for the faint of heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Ridge
• Release date: Jan 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393447245

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.

Book preview

JUST ME AND CHEWY

Chewy is my dog. He’s the best. It’s just been him and me for the last couple years since my wife, Veronica left. She told me either he goes or I go.

I said. See ya later. I think she expected me to beg for her to stay and thought I would get rid of Chewy.  I cannot do that. He is too loyal and I'm not  tossing him out on the street. I wouldn’t be able to stand the thought of him belonging to somebody else.

She took everything. The judge gave her the gold mine and I got the shaft right up though ole arse.

Left me nothing but the cruddy couch which she hated anyways. I’ve got a small kitchen table and Chewy’s and mine TV. At least she left the TV which Chewy and I watch every night before beddy by.

Oh yeah, she took the bed too. That’s okay cause Chewy and I sleep on a pallet in the bedroom. I’ve never been one that needed much.

It's been better this way. She claimed that I was spending more time with him instead of her. Plus she said she was fed up with him barking all the time.

Of course Chewy doesn’t call me names.

He doesn’t gripe and complain all the time. Sure every once in a while he’ll bark at a stranger walking down the street or at some other dog but that’s what dogs do. And anybody who gripes about a dog barking doesn’t deserve to have dogs in my opinion.

Dogs do that.

He’s just doing his job. He knows his job is to keep my house safe and protect me. I love him for that. More than anything in this world.

He’s the best dog.

Though because he is a Pitt Bull he scares people which was part of what Veronica’s problem was.

She was afraid of him.

I don’t know why. He wouldn’t hurt her.

I would but he wouldn’t. That was a joke.

He’s a pretty good sized dog. Black with a white underbelly and he has this white patch on the left side of his head.

I spent a lot of time training him.

His eating habit does weigh on my wallet though. For a dog he eats like a horse. I have to have special food delivered just for him.

Isn’t that right, Chewy? Ha boy? You’re such a good dog.

He wags his tail like all is right with the world.

He’s smart as a whip too. He knows to go in his crate during meal times when he sees me setting the dinner plates on the table.

He looks at me inside his crate, head tilted while looking at me with his little puppy dogs eyes as if