Little Red
A cold chill went up Red's spine as a breeze rustled her crimson cloak. The wind caused the tree branches to dance, casting ominous shadows in the moonlight. As she took the first step up to her grandmother's door, it creaked open revealing a dark living room. Candle light flickered in the distance, down the hall in her grandmother's bedroom. Red knew something was wrong, her grandmother's house was never this dark and uninviting. Curiosity got the best of her so she slowly made her way to the dancing orange light. As she approached the door, she heard a low, heavy breathing. Her hands trembled and a muffin fell from the basket of goodies she had brought for her grandmother. "Come closer, my dear." A scratchy voice whispered. Red looked to the bed where the blankets rose and fell with each wet breath. The mass in the bed much larger than her grandmother. Slowly, she approached the bed, getting a better glimpse of the creature claiming to be her grandmother. A...