Grimm’s Gone Wrong

Grimm's Gone Wrong

    It was a dark night, the full moon was the only source of light, causing a large, oblong shadow to loom over the field to Grandmother's house. The Wolf, a strange creature with blood red eyes and the thirst for human flesh. He jumped from top of the hill and landed in front of the houses door. He torn threw the wooden barrier and leap through the new opening. All lights were off and he began to prowl, searching. She's here, he thought, she's here, I know it. He went to the bedroom were a bloody figure was.

    "Welcome home my friend," The figure said.

    The Wolf bowed and the figure came into the moon's light.

    "It is good to be home, Red," The Wolf snarled, "How is your grandmother?"

    "Dead," Red stated in a cold tone, "I killed her."

    The Wolf grinned, his fangs shinning in the moon light.

    "Quickly," Red said, "We must leave. The Mystic Police will be here soon."

    "As you wish, Little Red."

    The girl leaped onto The Wolf's back. Only the bloody corpse in the bed saw the duo leave, with a golden ring.