Hood

The first in the twisted fairy tale series brought to life with sinister tales, mystery and suspense.

Little Red Riding Hood (or Hood to her immediate friends and family,) has just celebrated her fourteenth birthday when a series of mysterious murders happens...

Yet soon Hood is swept up into the investigation- trying hard to suss out who is behind it all. But as she delves deeper into the clues, she realises that the obvious is good; and the hidden is bad...

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13. Suspicious Enquires

As Autumn had soon changed to Winter, the first snow of the year started to gently dance down from the pearly sky and make a fine layer of white along the forest floor. I sat in the armchair and gazed out through the window, imagining what it would be like to be a bird right now and be flying over this beauty.

But my imagining was soon interrupted, "I need to go and check on her," I heard Pa mutter to Granny in the kitchen. It was so unfair. I was always left out of things- the things that I was old enough and mature enough to understand. It was like they didn't trust me somehow. I thought a couple of times about standing up and listening to their conversation, but I knew I would get caught and it wasn't me to eavesdrop on other people's conversations. But it was so tempting...

Hovering about, my feet jumping every now and then with excitement to walk to the kitchen, I didn't realise that their conversation had finished and that they had moved into the living room. Granny looked genuinely worried- (it looked like she had returned from her random and highly off-putting mood changes back to her normal self-) and Pa was heading my way.

He knelt down, his log-like legs bending at his chunky knee, "Hood."
"Yes Pa?" I replied politely, hoping above all that he was going to take me home.

"I need to check on your Ma before the snow takes a toll," he explained quickly yet equally as clearly.

I tried to keep up, but since I gathered where the conversation was going I seemed to aimlessly tune out.

Behind him, I could see the outline of Granny nodding along in agreement at every word he spoke. I stared at her, trying hard to make out if her eyes were true or false; but from this distance it was hard to tell. I presumed; from her excessive head bounces and giddy, spring motions she was doing with her feet, that it was in fact the real Granny. I rested myself for a second.

"Hood."
"Hm?" I asked, snapping out of my incessant daydream and listening intently.

"Staying here until I come back with your Ma- is that ok?"

I sighed quietly before nodding, "yes Pa."

He smiled and slapped me on my back as if I were one of his fellow workers, "that's my girl. We'll be back soon." And with that, he stood up. He kissed Granny and I on the cheeks and flung open the door. A huge gush of cold air rushed in, momentarily knocking me backwards- my red hair flying behind me like a dog sticking its head out of a fast moving cart. But he walked out; completely oblivious to the surroundings for a second as he didn't even wrap his duffer coat around his shoulders as he ventured down the stone path. We closed the door behind him, peering out the window as he walked through the gate and made his way down the road. I watched him until I couldn't see him anymore- a pain in my heart longing for him to come back. I was almost in tears- but I knew how stupid I looked so I shook them off before they fell. I had never missed my parents so much; but in the same respect I had never wanted my Granny more. I wanted her usual self back: and whilst she was all there I was going to make the most of it. Right until her eyes changed- whenever that may be. Some suspicious enquires...huh?

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