Little Red Riding Hood

A girl walked on the road. Through the dark forest. Alone. The contents she carried weighed her down. Her arm began to ache. She sat for a rest. Noises around her. Something was following her. She was a long way from home. It was getting dark. She had to get there. The road went on. Her feet were tired. The rain soaked through her coat. Her hood protected her face. She was cold. She walked on the road for miles. She reached the house. The smell of a fire arose from the chimney. It was small, with a wide front door. She knocked twice. No answer. She peeked through the window. No sign of life. She gently pushed open the door. She creeped in slowly. It was dark. Silent. She put down the basket on the table.  Something was missing. There was a rustling noise. She turned round. A figure sat up in the bed. She was blinded by the darkness. She drew back a curtain. The light streamed in. She walked towards bed. She sat down on an old armchair beside it.
Are you okay?
Yes. I'm okay.
I have brought you some food.
Thanks.
Are you feeling better?
Yes.
She looked closely at the figure. Big eyes. Big ears. Big teeth. She rose swiftly from the chair. She was scared. She screamed.
Christ. Oh Christ.