L2.+Poe+Parody

Once upon a time, there was a troubled, young girl, who lived a life of tragedy. Her mom died of tuberculosis and her father left when she was little. So the young girl name Little Dead Riding Hood was sent to live with her grandma at her house. Her grandma has a big house in the middle of the woods. Although the young girl did not know, her grandmother was dying from tuberculosis as well. One dark night, shortly after moving in, the grandmother was suffering from the chronic cough that tuberculosis brought. The grandma asked her granddaughter to run to the store and get her some medicine for her. The store was on the other side of town, and there were deep woods that separate the two. Grandma warned her to take the long way around the forest so that she would be safe, rather than the shortcut through the woods. After acquiring the medication it had begun to get late. The troubled girl went against her grandma’s wishes, and she went through the short cut that ran right through the forest. As she entered the forest, birds were crowing, the wind was blowing, and her blood started flowing. A grim presence that was produced by the dark woods struck fear in the young girl. As she walked, her pace quickened and she felt as though she was being watched. “Nevermore!” rang through the woods in a whispering echo. “Nevermore!” she heard it again. Peeking over her shoulder, a raven appeared. The bird had piercing red eyes that drowned the young girl with emotion. She freaked out and began to run. Then she tripped on a rock, the raven hopped on top her and began picking at her. A streak of lightning struck somewhere off in the distance, then the bird disappeared. Upon arriving back and her grandmother’s mansion, she was physically and emotionally drained. She opened to her grandmother’s room, and saw that the raven was there. Blood spewed from the elderly women while the crow crowed “Nevermore!” The beak of the bird had become a murder weapon. Meanwhile, while the bird continued picking, the girl called the police. Then the crow then attacked her once again. Screams of terror rang through the house like a triangle instrument being struck at dinner time. With every unequal breath, she swatted at the crow which knocked it ever so slightly away. But the crow was persistent. They fought around the room, and she tried her best to stay away from her grandmother’s lifeless body. She went insane as the word was repeated rapidly through her head. Eventually the raven was too much, and the exhausted young girl flopped on to the floor. “Nevermore!” screamed the raven, as he violently picked away at the girl. The raven picked both her eyes out, and left her for dead. The police arrived to find two lifeless bodies, covered in blood. The investigators where baffled by what they found, and they have not found the killer. And they never will. Still, to this day, the raven is hidden somewhere deep in this forest. He is haunting any individual who dares to walk through his forest with the word “Nevermore!”
 * Little Dead Riding Hood **