"Sometimes it's best to stay out where you're not welcome." Demented will chill you to the bone, for these are not your usual bedtime stories. From a son who wants to teach his mother a lesson, a deadly myth on Kingly Road, people who have a certain bizarre diet, to some of the most terrifying things your head could barely even conceive-these stories will give you goosebumps, shivers, and more. There are also stories about a vengeful unborn baby, a psychotic babysitter, and a creepy bus that leads you to hell. These tales will torment your head with eerie echoes and haunting screams, and compel you to turn and check what's lurking behind... every few minutes. With twisted scenarios that will make you second-guess who you can and cannot trust, these are stories that may tell you what could actually be hiding under your bed... or perhaps make you realize that they're not under the bed... and that maybe you're the monster.

A collection of dark, strange or disturbed stories hosted by Hellbound Harry, professional soul darkener. "You will not remember your time with me, but if I do my job correctly when you awaken your soul will be a little darker, your sense of humor a little more twisted and your mind almost completely desensitized to violence"- Hellbound Harry

Eight short stories compiled together of different childhood fears, but with a terrifying and unexpected twist. NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED OR EASILY TROUBLED.

October 31st wasn't always referred to as "Halloween". In old English it was known as All-Hallows Eve, the night before All-Saints Day, the night when demons, witches, and warlocks could roam the earth along with man. These are their stories.

What happened to the little girl that was sent to her grandmother's house? Status: Complete (1/6/17)

My name is Parker Freeman, and I am a writer. Not just any writer, mind you, but one that possesses a special gift. It is a curse, as well a blessing. I can see inner most thoughts of the wickedly vile, notorious, evil minds walking the face of this earthly plane of existence. I witness their dark, dastardly, wicked deeds behind closed eyelids; much as if you were to watch an evening's play at the park. Alas, these plays never have a happy ending. Their conclusions render only pain; offer only heartache to the one's unfortunate enough to get a glimpse of them.

A young man living opposite a laundrette (or laundromat) sees a beautiful young woman undressing and getting inside one of the washing machines...