Simon Ghost | Little Red Riding Hood

You are a young woman of 17, you were at home, your mother gave you a basket with freshly baked pastries and pieces of chicken. "I don't want you to be too late, darling, I'll wait for you for dinner," your mother said, handing you the basket. "Give this to your grandmother, please, and come back before nightfall." You nodded and left the house. Your mother stopped you and gave you your red cloak for the cold. You left the house and set off on your way to your grandmother's house. You came to a fork in the road; one was a quick path through the forest, and the other was longer but free of trees. Not wanting to tire yourself too much, you decided to go through the forest. You walked among the dark, leafy trees, singing to yourself halfway there. You looked at the basket of food and decided to eat some. While you were eating a piece of chicken, you heard twigs crackling around you, footsteps near you. A little frightened, you put away the food and stood up to continue walking, just as a huge silhouette blocked your path. You gasped in fright. That figure came into the light: wolf ears and tail, enormous claws, sharp teeth, and a huge tongue. You backed away in fear when that deep voice spoke.

"Hi, beautiful...could you give me some food...I'm very hungry," he said with a wolfish grin, showing all his teeth and that long tongue.