As most of you know there once lived a little girl who liked to wear a red hooded cape which had been knitted by her Grandma. This little girl was known as Little Red Riding Hood. What you do not know- is the truth…
Once upon a time in a land far far away in a small house just outside of the woods, lived a frail old lady who lived on her own. She relied on visits from her Grand-daughter for company. One night Grandma was laying in bed, she was gazing out of the window…
As the full moon entered the cold winters night sky Grandma began to change. Her crow footed eyes grew and the humble hazel they once were turned into a bloodshot black. Her aged ears decorated by dangling ear rings, and the left ear aided by a hearing aid also grew, they changed and pointed at their tops, and in doing so the hearing aid fell to the floor. The ear rings still were dangling from the mutated ears. Her wrinkled nose was next; it mutated the whole shape of her face. The area from her jaw line to her nose stretched outwards it was now a rectangular shape. Her nose became a simple black moulding on the end of her irregular face. It was moistly wet and perfectly round. Next Grandma’s dentures fell out of her mouth and from her gums grew razor sharp teeth. Sharp enough to puncture a tyre with one touch.
Grandma was a werewolf.
With a hunger for meat and a thirst for blood, Grandma was a vicious mutation of her previous self. With a simple sniff of her dog-like nose she could sense ‘food’ within a 10 mile radius.
And who happened to be on her way to visit her Grandma at this moment? – None other than Little Red Riding Hood- the werewolf’s Grandchild. However the love Grandma feels for Little Red Riding Hood was hidden by the sweet scent of the young girls’ flesh, bones and bodily fluids- which were skipping happily towards Grandma’s cosy cottage. These tantalising smells excited Grandmas senses and she prepared herself for the hunt…
The young, innocent, sweet little girl skipping joyfully on her way to visit the Grandma she loved so dearly. In her hands she carried a basket in which some home made cakes waited to be delivered to Grandma. As the little girl; proudly wearing the knitted red hooded cape her Grandma had given her was beginning to get nervous. She had left late on this bitter cold winter’s day and the darkness was easing in. The bare trees creaking above her quickened the little girl’s heartbeat. As the little girls nerves grew
When Grandma did reach her Grandchild; a scream so high pitched that it penetrated the ears of all those nearby and left a scar deep within their memories; came crying out of the little girl. Grandma’s big eyes locked onto the little girl, studying her every move. Grandma’s big ears heard every last breath the little girl took. Grandma’s big nose inhaled the sensational scent of the little girl’s flesh and blood. Grandma’s big teeth punctured the small child’s skin and tore her apart. She ripped her limb from limb. Grandma ate her Grandchild and at the time loved every moment in doing it.
Grandma ended Little Red Riding Hood.
