Redella and the Grandmother Eater

 My name is Redella, Red for short. Some call me Red Riding Hood, thanks to the fact I ride a red bicycle and wear almost only red. Another fact of the matter is my bright red hair.

 Anyway, on with my story. I was eighteen at the time, I had just gotten home from a friends house when my mother called me from work. "Red, will you take the basket on the counter to your grandmother's? Thank you, darling."

 So I picked up the basket and left my house. I rode my bike to the egde of Grandmother's driveway, four miles from my house, then walked up the rest of the way. I knocked quickly on the door before opening it.

 "Grandma? I brought some things for you," I said, setting the basket down on the dining room table. I waited for a moment, and got no reply. So I hollered out again; "Grandma? Are you home?" when I didn't get a reply for a second time, I began to look around the small house.

 I walked into the kitchen and saw no one at the oven, or at the fridge. So I walked into the living room to find the TV on, playing music from the 1920's. I sighed and shut it off.

 Figuring she probably went to rest in her bedroom, I went in to find a large lump under the beds covers. I walked over to the bad and pulled them back, screaming seconds later when a person dressed as a wolf jumped up. My back hit the wall behind me and I heard a familiar laugh coming from the suit.

 "Grandma!" I shouted in surprise.

 "You just got punked!" she pointed at me.

 "You and mother were in on this weren't you? I can't believe you two! No more MTV for you!" I scolded jokingly.

 We laughed together for several more minutes until I heard a feral growl erupt from behind Grandmother. In seconds a gigantic wolf was in her place. He had eaten my Grandmother whole! Just then I heard a loud crashing sound of glass from over my head. I looked down at my feet, to see an axe, then I looked over my head to see the skylight had broken, and there was an owl on the roof.

 Before I could make sense of things, the wolf was lunging a me, so I picked up the axe and swung it into his head, just in time. When I was sure the wolf was dead, I ran to the kitchen and got a knife from a drawer. Going back into my grandmother's bedroom, I carefully cut the stomach of the wolf open and pulled out my grandmother.

 I spent the next minute trying to bring her back, and it worked. She came back gasping for air, but very happy to see me.

 In the end we lived happily ever after... After my parents freak out at our story...