I’m Little Red, and this is my story.

 

Mama said be careful,

For there could be dangerous people

Lurking in the woods.

“Grandma’s house isn’t far,

I’ll make it there safe”.

I wonder through the forest,

I hear foot steps behind me.

There is a man, wearing black,

Walking behind me,

With his hands in his pocket.

From the corner of my eye,

I see him reach for something out of his pocket.

Fear creeping through me,

And ran as fast as I could to Grandma’s house.

I arrived at Grandma’s house,

But she isn’t home.

And the man in the woods,

Knocks down the door

Pins me to the ground,

Tears my red hood from my body.

I cry for help,

But no one came.

I accept my fate for what is to come.

The man unbuckles his belt,

I close my eyes

And hear a loud bang.

I open my eyes to see Grandma,

With a shotgun,

Pointing to the dead man next to me.