A Scary Tale

The winner of the Red Handed Scary Tale Contest is...

David Rhoads!

Kweeny Todd is presenting his story.

I'm presenting the second place story,

which was written by Wyatt Moore.

But first, let's have a hand for the winners!

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Now on to the delightfully gory story...

Red Handed

It was a cold day, in the middle of January. The winds were mild, but awfully chilling. 

Enough to send a shiver down anyone’s back. But there was a girl, whose name was Red,

who didn’t really mind the cold. In fact, she kind of liked it. She lived in a rural area,

with lots of forests filled with trees and animals of all sorts. 

We all know that a lot of animals hibernate around this time of year.

But the ones that don’t hibernate usually have to scavenge for food.

Either that, or hunt the scavengers. Red knew this,

but she ventured into the forest anyway.

After all, she wasn’t scared. She had done this many times,

and with the exception of getting too close to a bees nest once,

everything had gone well. Besides, her grandmother’s house was in the forest.

If something was to happen or she ever wandered too late,

she could always stay the night there.

She hadn’t heard from her grandmother in a while,

but she just assumed she had been busy.

And that only gave her another reason to venture into the forest.

“I’ll stop and check on grandma while I’m here” she thought.

She had been wandering through the forest for a while when suddenly she paused.

She spotted something in the distance. She couldn’t quite make out what it was.

So she went to go see. She was disgusted when she got close enough to tell what it was.

It was a deer carcass lying in the blood soaked snow. It had been gutted, decapitated,

and brutally maimed. There were bite marks, but none like she had ever seen before.

These were huge! “What could have done a gruesome killing such as this?” she thought. 

She was interrupted by and unsettling feeling.

She felt as if she was being watched in the distance.

She realized how fresh this killing was. The vultures haven’t even started circling yet. 

“What if whatever did this is still close by?” she wondered.

She hurried away from that horrible scene.

It was starting to get darker as time progressed. 

“I’d better just go to grandma’s house” she thought.

Soon she spotted her grandmother’s little house. But something was off.

All of the doors and windows had been boarded up!

To make things even stranger,

there were a bunch of large red handprints all over the sides,

followed by a bloody axe stuck right in the middle of the door.

Red was really frightened now.

“Oh no! Grandma might be trapped inside”. Who could have done such a thing? 

She grabbed the axe and started to hack at the boards, trying to make a way inside.

She finally broke through some of the boards after some hard effort.

She made her way inside, carefully avoiding the jagged edges of the chopped boards.

She quickly searched through the house to see if her grandmother,

or anyone for that matter, was even inside.

She found that all of the food had been consumed

and there was a bad odor of rotten scraps.

As she ventured further, she spotted something horrible.

Something she wished wasn’t there.

As she spotted the doorway of her grandmother’s room,

she spotted two feet hanging off of the bed.

She dared to peer inside even though she wanted to flee.

She wished that she could wake up, that this was but a nightmare.

Tears formed at the sides of her eyes

as she found her grandmother’s dead body lying in the bed.

She was extremely skinny and looked as if she had been starved to death.

She looked as if she had been dead for at least a few days.

This explains there being no food in the house. Red started to panic. 

Nothing was adding up. Why, why hadn’t she had just left? Why stay?

Suddenly something dawned on her.

What if her grandmother was the one who boarded up the house?

What if she had been hiding here from something?

Could it have been whoever made those handprints outside?

No, they would have just broken in like she did? Why did they leave?

Or were they taken away? What could she have been hiding from? 

Suddenly she remembered the animal carcass in the forest.

What if she was trying to keep out the horrible thing that had done that?

What if that is what had happened to whoever tried to get in before?

While all of these questions rushed passed her,

she hadn’t noticed the great beast prowling towards the room.

Her eyes widened as she heard a harsh low growl come from behind.

She turned around just in time to see two huge paw-like hands,

soaked completely red with blood, with huge claws,

lunge straight for her and go directly into her abdomen.

Blood spurted out all over her as the monster fiercely maimed her.

She let out a horrible wail of distress. But it was too late.

She, just like the other poor fellow who tried to get in, had been caught… red handed.