A little boy was wandering about in a chilling weather. He did not wear cloths appropriate for such harsh weather.

  "Oh man, i need to go home now, my grandma must be worried now."

  The little boy said in a hurried tone, seemingly looking about in the freezing cold, looking for something.

  as the boy kept looking, he finally saw what he sought. a small house built out of wood, and a small chimney on the top of the house.

  The little boy was happy to find his home, he ran to the house and knocked on the door,

  "Grandma, grandma, grandma, i am home, please open the door."

  The boy knocked and knocked, yet he received no answer. he began to worry, rightfully so.

  his knocks grew stronger and stronger, until the weak wooden door gave up.

  as the door broke. The boy was finally able to enter the house,

  "Grandma, where are you? why didn't you open the door? Grandma?" The little boy looked for his grandma in the living room.

  but he found nothing, he grew slightly scared, he then went to his grandma's room to look for her, he opened the door slowly, the moment he opened the door he was assaulted by the pungent smell of blood, before he could see anything, all he could smell was blood,

  The room was dark, he couldn't see anything, shaking. he went to the spot he knew the lantern was in, on his way, he felt something slimy on his feet, and stepped on something wet and squishy, he finally reached the lantern, took it and went to the living room, and took a stick and lit the stick on fire then he lit his lantern with the stick, all the while he felt the seeping dread in the air, he then went to his grandma's room with his lantern now, the lantern wasn't too bright, just bright enough to see about 4 steps in front. looked at the ground, and saw blood all over the floor, with a half eaten leg near the door. sweat was building on his back, his heart clenching with terror, but he kept looking, he found another leg, with nothing but bones this time, he steeled his nerves and kept looking, until he reached a torso, the torso was half eaten, the torso was facing the other wall opposite the boy. he couldn't tell who it was, he was sure it was his grandma, but still,

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  he had hope, he hoped that his grandma, the women that took care of him his whole life, wasn't eaten like an animal, he couldn't believe it.

  he went to the torso slowly, with each step dread builds in his heart. he stood before the torso, with his left hand he slowly grabbed the shoulder, and turned it around. only to be confronted by his grandmother's kind face, even in death. he was broken, his eyes lost their light, he fell down unconscious.