It was a dark and stormy night...

It was a dark and stormy night. The trees loomed over the path that lay ahead of little red riding hood. The ominous cawing of the ravens and whoo-ing of the owls sounded of the distance. Every once in a while there would be a "Aaah-woooooooooh!" A wolf's cry! Little red riding hood sped up. Now sprinting through the woods. The path winded ahead of her. The red cloak that she wore was now torn into shreds from the sharp thorns. Faster! Something was behind her! Little red riding hood whipped around and saw her pursuer… The big. Bad. Wolf! She had to make it to her grandma's before the sun went down. Her face was red. She was out of breath. The chills and scares of the night were so, so close. She was at the end of her rope. Suddenly, she felt a burst of adrenaline when she saw her grandma's house on the brow of the hill. Little red riding hood was so close! The big, bad wolf was, too. "Grandma!" she yelled.  Her grandma thrust open the door just in time for her to squeeze in. When they shut it they heard  a loud THUMP! against the door. The big, bad wolf was gone. Little red riding hood was safe. She was lucky… this time.