A wolf was hunting her, for she was young and precious and delicious. She didn't remember her name, she had been running for so long; so, when she got up and went into the doorway, she was surprised at first. There was a picture of her on the wall. There was a picture of her with an old woman.
"What..." she mumbled, a breath barely traveling from her lips.
"Oh, auspicious granddaughter, you have finally arrived! Come in, come in, and give your dearest granny a kiss."
The girl looked towards the bed and there was a hairy, beastly old woman lying under a huge down comforter on a decrepit bed. She walked towards the bed and noticed, and ignored, an awful stench of feces and blood. She was very disoriented, from a chase she couldn't remember anymore.
"Yes, yes, come here dear girl come here!"
"You, you are my grandmama?"
"Yes, yes, come here already," the croaking low voice seemed impatient.
The girl did as she was told, a foolish thing to do. Two cold dark eyes stared at her, and a hot breath kissed her cheek.
"Come here, come here granddaughter, let me kiss you."
And she was gone.