This first story is inspired by the video "The girl and the wolf". No copyright infringement intended.
Little Red Riding Hood
The full moon shone brightly in the night sky, illuminating a small path that wound through the forest, providing just enough light for the lone traveller. A young girl in a red velvet cloak ambled along the hard packed earth of the dirt path. She had been sent into town on an errand by her grandmother. The old dear was sick and the girl had gone to fetch some medicine. This was the third trip she'd made that week, if her memory served her correctly.
As she passed a row of bushes, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. The snap of a twig from their direction made her jump. She turned and looked at the shrubs. Then she looked again. Was it her imagination or was there a pair of glowing yellow eyes staring at her through the leaves? She rubbed her eyes, hoping she was just seeing things. As she had hoped, the eyes were now gone. She heaved a sigh of relief. It was just the darkness screwing with her brain. She really needed to get home before these hallucinations escalated into something more…serious.
At long last, the girl reached her grandmother's home. It was a tiny little cottage in a clearing of the woods, with a thatched roof, whitewashed walls and a blue door. The first thing the girl noticed upon entering the house was the severe lack of light. The house was almost pitch black. She had never known it to be so dark. The girl shrugged. Maybe her grandmother was asleep.
Just to make sure, the girl snuck into her grandmother's room. There was a large lump in the bed that sat in the middle of the room. "Grandmother?" the girl said in little more than a whisper.
"Hello, my dear" a raspy voice answered.
Odd. That didn't sound like her grandmother. She had heard that being ill could affect the sound of your voice but surely it was never that serious. The girl strained her eyes and, in the dim light, she could make out a long, furry snout, a shiny black nose and a pair of razor sharp teeth protruding from the upper lip. And those eyes. Those big, yellow, glowing eyes.
This creature wasn't her grandmother. It was a wolf!
Oh, God! The girl screamed mentally. Slowly, she reached into the satchel that hung at her side.
"What's that you're reaching for in that bag of yours?" the wolf demanded. "Something for me to eat?"
"Yes." The girl's fingers tightened around a wooden handle. "Eat this!"
With one swift movement, she pulled a knife from her satchel and slit the wolf's throat, killing him instantly. Heart battering her ribs, the girl stepped back from the bed, gasping for breath. She stared at the gruesome scene. There was blood everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, on the sheets, there were even a few drops on her face.
The girl didn't feel scared. She felt…elated. She had never spilled so much blood before. Gazing down at the red-spattered knife in her hand, she smiled as a thought entered her mind.
I wonder if there are any more wolves in the forest.