It was a Friday night, and I’d left another party. They were just too much.

Who invented clubs? “Hey let’s make a dimly lit room where people can dance and be loud and annoying for only 50$!”

They disgusted me, but more importantly, made me feel uncomfortable.

Soft snow fell outside, and I knew it was only a matter of time before this small snowfall became a blizzard.

Pulling my black trench coat over my shoulders tightly, I hurried outside and into the forest.

The trees kept most snow out, but the sky was darkening quickly.

I looked like another version of Little Red Riding Hood.

I kept my head bowed, and good thing too, or else I wouldn’t have seen the red. At first I had thought it was a tint in the snow.

But then more showed up.

Just small sprinkles here and there, but they made me curious. When I turned to the direction of my house, I noticed the blood led the other way, deeper into the forest.

Should I have gone? Probably not. I turned to the blood, and began waking further.