I am the wolf. I'm not really a wolf, people just call me that. No one ever tells my side of the story. I am not the bad guy. I was the one trying to protect people from that 'little girl'. You humans twisted the tale of "Little Red Riding Hood" to be a sweet childhood fairy tale. First and foremost, what kind of parents let their child walk alone at night? Anyways, this is the real story.
It was a cold October day when she was let loose. Some neighborhood children had the bright idea to summon a demon from the grave. They sat around in a circle and called up the girl of red, formally known as little red riding hood. She rose from the dead and stared at the children.
She looked just like a normal little girl from behind. She was short and carried a basket with a blanket over it. Most people assumed that inside of that basket were apples. In reality there were the bloodied skulls of her victims. From the front she was a terror. She had black holes for eyes. Her skin was peeling off in places like someone took a cheese grater to her face. Her smile was the most horrid sight. She had rows of sharp teeth. They were all stained with blood.
When the children that summoned her looked at the terrible creature they had called up; they ran. They didn't go far however. She got them. She gets everyone she sets out to get. Anyways, as the town protector I am entitled to protect the community. I didn't have any experience with demons and had no idea what to do so I went to the old lady's house. She knows everything about ghosts and stuff. A lot of people thought she was a witch.
When I got there I was greeted by the smell of a rotting corpse. I went inside of her house to find the poor old woman dead. She had a look of great shock and horror on her face. She had written something on a piece of paper. It looked like gibberish until I realized it was in Latin. The translation was "The girl is gone". I'm not quite sure what that means, but I haven't seen her here in a while. Maybe she really is gone.
