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Long, red velvet, sweet like blood on a pale scrawny child, one of the prettiest creatures alive—so pretty that it disgusts me—one look at her face could swallow you into another dimension, but only one was immune to this effect. On the day of the cruel deed, this child known as Little Red Riding Hood was headed to help her sickly vulnerable grandmother. She wandered upon a dreary cold forest where only a single dim ray shot through a crevice in the trees as the sun was about to set with her being unaware of the trap she was about to walk into. All kinds of deadly creatures—fiends from hell—are awakened at night, especially the wolf who was growing weaker by the minute because his sad measly stomach hadn't eaten for days.
The wolf was growing eager and furious, he willing to do anything and everything he could to get some food. That's when he spotted Little Red Riding Hood and he overheard her singing. "Foolish little brat doesn't know any better than to be in the woods, I see. Ugh! Every second of her soft voice makes my eardrums want to burst. I have to stop it!" the wolf said while he mumbled to himself. As he drew closer, the irritating sound grew louder and louder. He refrained and stood still for a brief moment, then walked again like a skeleton in the night with his hunched back. Her voice was louder, louder! The wolf's fury was slowly increasing and the blood in the wolf's body was boiling by this time. It took every ounce in his body he had left to not eat her because he knew the woodcutters were working nearby in the forest.
The little girl came face to face with the wolf. The moonlight glistened upon his black vulture-like eyes as he gave a cold, hard stare. Everybody knew not to mess with him, all but Little Red Riding Hood who believed there was good in all, no matter your appearance. He had jagged sharp teeth that were slowly rotting away and breath that closely resembled the smell of death. Little Red Riding Hood told the wolf that she was sent by her mother to go to her grandmother's house to give her a cake and a pot of butter and she told the wolf exactly where her grandmother's house was located. The wolf responded by saying, "Well, I'll go this way and you go that way and we shall see who gets there first." The naive little girl took her time chasing fireflies while the wolf made sure he wasted no time. He ran as fast as his skinny bones could take him, his pupils growing wider as his eagerness was getting out of control. The corner of his mouth showing his teeth were prepared to kill like a soldier at war.
When he arrived, he knocked on the grandmother's door. He posed as Little Red Riding Hood and the grandmother told him, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." He did what he was told and his dark eyes glowed even in the dark as they met with hers and he gave his best charming grin. The grandmother gave a look of mortal terror and shrieked once—only once. Immediately you heard the snarls of the wolf and the screams of the woman were no longer heard as he did not hesitate to ear her. He left not one stain of blood anywhere. Peaceful quietness filled the room as the wolf was satisfied but not satisfied enough for he was hungry for more! He hadn't had a chance to fully enjoy his meal because of how excited he was to finally eat. All he could remember was the feeling of her thick gooey blood running down his throat, "more, more!" these were the only thoughts racing through his mind.
That's when Little Red Riding Hood came tapping at the door. "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up," said the wolf. She opened the door little by little and went towards the bed. "Oh, Grandma, what big arms you have!"
"All the better to hug you with, my dear," replied the wolf.
"Grandmother, what big legs you have!"
"All the better to run with, my child."
"Grandma, what big ears you have!"
"All the better to hear you with, my child." "Grandma, what big eyes you have!"
"All the better to see with, my child."
"Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!"
"All the better to eat you up with."
A look of confusion masked the horror Little Red Riding Hood was feeling inside. Then in an instant, the wolf chuckled and he instinctively bit her head off. She was so tasty he decided to tear her apart limb by limb. The sound of the tearing was like music to his ears. He decided to hide her limbs so he could save some of her flesh and blood for another time. He removed a plank of wood on the floor and stashed her limbs inside hoping that no one would find them there and that was the last anybody heard from Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother.