Staring at a large red door, she never thought about why she was there, but she was, the door decorated by carved engravings of a wolf and a hatchet. 

The door told a sad story, one she never quite fully understood, it was as if a fog was covering her dazed eyes, as if it was a bad dream. 

Sitting in a field of flowers, sheep feasted on the grass around her, and she reached over to pet their soft wool, snuggling into the sheep, it was as warm as a blanket. 

“Oh little red, don’t close your eyes….”

A deep voice said, and a black fog covered the little den in the forest, the grass began to wilt as the sheep began to huddle close. 

Closing her eyes, she ran her fingers through the wool. 

If I don’t look, it’s not there….

“Oh little red…..OPEN YOUR EYES.”

The sheep sharply screamed as blood splattered on her cheek, and her eyes sprung open, a shadow of dark, an absolute evil looming before her….

The wolf…