Little Red Riding Hood Scary 소설 & 이야기

“Consider yourself my prisoner.” “Oh dear,” she teased him. “Please, Mr Scary Werewolf, don’t eat me.” “It looks like others have already been chewing on you, little Red,” he replied. “That isn’t hurting your shoulder at all?” He added, breaking character, and brushing her hair back from the wounds.

“But why—what would they want with him?” “I don’t know,” Alice said tightly, her voice cracking for the first time. “And that’s what terrifies me. He’s just a child, but something about him… they’ve taken notice. And when they do, it’s never by accident.” My mind spiraled. And then, like a slap across the face, I remembered it. The fear in Riley’s voice just two nights ago as he clutched my sleeve, eyes wide and tear-filled, whispering about the shadowy figure in the corner of his room. “It had red eyes, Aura… they were staring right at me.” I had tried to reassure him it was nothing, so he wouldn’t be scared, but I knew very well it wasn’t that simple.

The icy air tickled my cheeks, and I leaned into Jack's warmth, seeking refuge from the unsettling presence that lingered within the mansion's walls. "This is nice..." Jack mumbled behind me and I couldn't help but agree. "It is." "Then why don't you be my girlfriend, Amanda?" He asked and as I was about to speak up, his phone rang, shattering the peaceful moment. "I'll be right back" He apologized and stepped away to take the call, leaving me alone on the balcony. His absence, leaving me cold. I heard the sounds of footsteps and chuckled. "Back so soon?" I laughed, my back still turned to him. Startled, I felt a light touch on my back, sending an electric shock through my body. I spun arou

Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them are things you are scared of. Some of them are things that look like things you used to be scared of. Sometimes monsters are people that you should be scared of, like take me, for instance… A crazy Marine with a gun. Fear isn't so difficult to understand. After all, weren't we all frightened as children? Nothing has changed since Little Red Riding Hood faced the big bad wolf. What frightens us today is exactly the same sort of thing that frightened us yesterday. It's just a different wolf.

The hairs on my arms stand taut on my skin, and I turn to my feet with the utmost caution. The black figure that is sitting on my bed has in his hands my Machiavellian Little Red Hood book, a version that a psychopathic writer wrote a few years ago, they are the same characters from the children's story but with a more disturbing look. Little Red Riding Hood is a teenager with dissociative disorder, she heads through a dark forest to the house of her old and wrinkled grandmother. This girl who has two faces, one is mom's little angel and the other a nocturnal monster that fucked travelers and campers in the forest, ripping off their private parts when they finished. The development of the st

Ten-year-old Bree chimed as Emma looked over her shoulder worriedly. “That’s nice, sweetie. Why don’t you tell me about that mermaid story again?” “I hate that story. Can I tell the one about the wolf?” Bran chimed in. “Wolf?” Patrick asked as Brinna looked out the window and saw another animal running alongside their vehicle. “Yeah, the one that eats the girl in the red hood.” “Mommy, I don’t like that story. It is scary.” Bree snuck at the rolling landscape and saw the scary animal with sharp teeth sneering at her, so she pretended to look forward and saw her parents exchange a look.

I hear cocky voices behind me. I look behind to see three men walking fast towards me. I start walking faster. They also increase their pace and now my heart is thumping loudly against my chest, my legs weak as fuck. What If they rob me? Shit! What if they rape me? Worst case scenario, what If they kill me? "You don't have to run Little Red Ridinghood. I am not the bad bad wolf," one of them says with a chilly voice. They all burst into a laugh.

She was walking in a dark forest; “Is that a red cap that I am wearing? Am I… Red Riding Hood?” Red Riding Hood wandered alone through the dark forest on her way to her grandmother's house. Suddenly, she heard a sinister howling sound that echoed through the trees. She tried to hurry along the path, but the howling grew louder and closer. As she looked back, she saw two glowing blue eyes glaring at her from the shadows. It's the Big Bad Wolf, who has been stalking her all along. Red Riding Hood tried to run, but the blue wolf was too fast, and soon he was upon her.

I asked. He threw his head back and laughed, “You should read more, in some parts of the world some humans are also wolves,” I chuckled, “In the book world, not the real world.” “So what if it’s the real world and I was a werewolf, would you date me?” His weird questions were making me uncomfortable and suspicious. Why was he asking me if I would date a werewolf, would he do the same? “We wouldn’t have even met in the first place. Have you read Little Red Riding Hood? The wolf tried to eat her up. Wolves are cunning and dangerous. Who in their right mind would date one?”

The elderly woman with white hair said, "Oh, my dear, you’ve arrived. Let me pour you some tea." She shuffled toward the coffee table with unsteady steps. Worried she might fall, I reached out to steady her. Suddenly, a shadow darted out, landing at her feet. I froze, staring at it. It was impossible to describe exactly what it was. Its entire body was blood-red, with no discernible shape. Its eyes locked onto me, its mouth opening wide as it let out a sharp, menacing screech.