Red Riding --- Who?
Little Red Riding Hood didn’t went to the woods. She heard noises downstairs; wooden floor creaking, iron stuffs in the kitchen making weird noises. She went down holding a knife. As she was slowly walking trying not to make any noise, she can hear how heavy those breathings were being released by an unknown. A silhouette slowly being casted by the dim light caught her attention. And she stabbed it without knowing why, and when she turned the lights up, she saw a bloody-covered dead body of a wolf. She then heard knocking on her wooden door, it slowly creaked open; revealing her sick grandmother. Her beloved grandmother went inside her house as she was pulling the corpse of the wolf, trying to hide it. At that same night, her grandmother went out of her house to bring Little Red Riding Hood dinner but shocked at the same time scared expression was plastered on her grandmother’s face when she saw her granddaughter doing such hideous things. She dropped the dinner she made for her granddaughter. Little Red Riding Hood has just finished burying when she heard the loud noise. She turned her back and saw her grandmother, but it was different. She didn’t see her as her grandmother for she was not in her state of mind, no one knew but she had a second personality. It may have been triggered by the blood of the wolf she stabbed. A slight curved smile crept on her face, eyes covered with her ragged bangs and mumbling some unfamiliar words. She started walking slowly towards her grandmother, a peculiar feeling can be felt. The atmosphere that surrounds the whole house is a lot more different than the usual. Now, her grandmother tried to hide in the woods but she was too old to outrun her granddaughter. She eventually caught up to her, grabbed her by her neck, spun her around; dislocating her right arm.The old woman screeched in pain. Tears are falling down her wrinkled cheeks. Red pulled out her kitchen knife and stabbed her to death as if her grandmother was a pig in a slaughter house. As she was digging a whole to bury the lifeless body, it rained heavily resulting in her leaving the corpse half buried. She took shelter on a shed in the woods made by the hunters. As the rain began to slow down, she went home and as soon as she arrived her body went back to normal and collapsed on the floor and she fell asleep. The next morning when she woke up, she had a very painful headache and some fragment of what happened last night. She cried when she went outside and heard from the townsfolk that an old woman, her grandmother, died in the woods with stabs all around her body and a dislocated arm. She hurriedly run inside her house, crying thinking who could’ve done such thing to her peaceful and loving grandmother. As she was recovering, a memory flashed in her mind. She saw her grandmother infront of her, begging for her life. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know what happened, she didn’t know why was that memory in her mind when she knew nothing because all she remembered that morning was that she passed out after seeing a dead wolf covered in blood. She was trying her best to remember but all she could remember was that she merciless stabbed her grandmother to death. She couldn’t hold it in her and couldn’t take it all in so she went to the kitchen and took a knife and ended her life that turned out to be a miserable one. The police has finished investigating the knife beside the corpse of the old woman and when they went to the house of the one responsible all they saw was another lifeless body of a human being with a knife embed in her heart, with tears in her eyes. And so, the village had passed down the story of the little red riding hood to scare away anyone who goes near the house. Up till the modern time it is still in good shape and has no signs that is damage whatsoever for the soul of the young child is still wandering inside the house. Still haven't found her happiness and no one has ever prayed for her soul. A little boy for about the age of 12 went in front of the house's front door to get his ball. The door creaked open and a red eye is peeking through it. It scared the little boy but he was too late. He was pulled inside the house and bondaged his hands, feet and mouth so that he can't scream and get out of the house. His eyeballs plucked out of his eyes. Cheeks ripped apart. Fingernails bleeding. The boy died in a merciless and brutal way. Now, the house is haunted by both the young boy and little red riding hood.
The End.
