On her usual walk Goldilocks came upon a cabin deep in the woods. There was a faint glow coming from the windows. She couldn’t help herself and walked up to the door which creaked open. There was a scent of metal.
She was hungry and noticed on the table were three bowls. The first one was cold, sticky and red, not sweet. The second one was gray and thick tendons. The third bowl tasted like iron, she gagged and spit it out.
Goldilocks was shaken and motioned to a chair, it wobbled under her weight and she caught sight of claw marks and fur and bones on and around the chair and blood stains leading up the stairs.
She ascended the creaky stairs and found three beds. Something smelled bad around the smallest one. She pulled the blanket back and found a shabby and torn dress soggy with fresh blood.
She didn’t hear the growls behind her as she screamed.
Three mysterious, vague figures rather ghostlike and unnatural stood in the doorway. Glowing amber eyes, paws and glimmering nails shown in the lamplight.
“You are going to taste just right,” the largest one snarled as they all lunged.
The cabin became silent once more.
Georgia
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