Goldie locks and the three bears

Once upon a time, there was a little demon; a demon from the depths of hell. She sat in a forest clearing; dressed in pink with her soulless eyes covered by a mop of golden curls. Her name was Goldilocks, and she was the child of Satan himself.

Goldilocks was granted a pass from the gates of hell, to feast upon human flesh. This pass was not given easily. She was warned, and warned again, by the guardians and counselors of Satan’s den. They explained that although human life was fragile and could be taken with ease, the soul of each human ran through his veins, and if she were to gorge upon the flesh of too many, her blood would then become diluted with the human spirit. With humanity comes mortality, and vulnerability. Such reason was treated with contempt by the devil child, and following another tantrum, she was granted a human body and six days to dwell on earth.

For four days she wandered through an enchanted forest, mindlessly ripping the throats out of human and animal alike. Soon, however, Goldilocks found herself at the edge of a small, peaceful village. Her father had told Goldilocks that she must practice her killing with subtly, and while mercy was an alien concept to the savage hellion, she had been urged by the Counselors of Hell to avoid drinking the blood of multiple humans. So, she took heed, and crept from window to window, spying on the tranquil community at sleep. Their human smell enraged her, and soon she was filled with the passion and hunger of a hundred beasts.

She watched outside the window of a sleeping family, observing the gentle rise and fall of their breasts as they dreamed happy, human dreams of heaven and health. Obsessed, Goldilocks had to get closer. She crept through the house on all fours, hardly use to the body she had inhabited. She smelled a child, and moved to the side of it’s bed.

For a long time she did nothing but watch.

After many hours she could no longer ignore the thirst within her. The smell of human was driving her to insanity and she drew her nails up and down the skin of her face, laughing with derangement. The blood that seeped out of her wound only maddened her further. As the cold trickle of her own blood fell upon her lips Goldilocks understood then that her folly was entering the village at all. How could she think she could resist the temptations of such an easy kill, of such a banquet of limb and organ? She couldn’t; and it was with regret and a silent prayer to the Kingdom of Evil beneath her pale, unliving feet that she began to slice through skin.

Many more hours passed. The sun came up slowly, as if having difficulty in shining a light on the destruction and death that shadowed the village that was no more. The air was still, cold and thick with the stench of human waste matter. Goldilocks sat satiated among the chaos, her dress and face stained with the blood of a hundred innocent people. Suddenly she was frightened, and regretful of what she had done. She called upon the hounds of hell, of the witches, the spirits and the ghosts of those that populated purgatory, begging for redemption and safe passage from the earthly realm.

Goldilocks stumbled over corpse after corpse as she fled from the evidence of her evil. Soon she was in the forest once more, alone, and to her absolute surprise- breathing. Breath was strange, new and unnecessary to a creature of hell. She examined her body for more signs that she was becoming human and surely, there they were. The blood which had once dripped black from her wounded flesh had turned crimson. The skin that once healed instantaneously was puckered with infection and oozing sores. Pain bit at where one of her fingernails used to be, the nail now embedded in the flesh of one of her victims. Her heart beat, faint, erratic, but undoubtedly there. Only the noise which escaped her lips was not human, for the devil screamed to the heavens above and below in a rage and fit of anger and regret.

Goldilocks reluctantly continued her trek through the forest. She was aimless, but aware of a rising and unfamiliar need- food, sleep, food, sleep. She did not crave the sharp, metallic taste of blood- she wanted what the humans would eat. And she would happily kill to have it. She dreamed of filling her now empty stomach and laying her head against soft material before surrendering to sleep. In her dreams, she thought, she would raise the dead of the underworld and beg, no demand, that they release her from this human form and carry her to her throne. These daydreams danced before her glazed eyes, driving her to venture forwards.

Soon she came across a little cottage, and to her annoyance, she found that the home was empty. Never mind, she was getting weaker, and thankfully three bowls of human food sat on the table untouched. Gingerly, she raised the spoon of the first bowl to her lips and tasted the porridge it contained.

“This porridge is too hot!” she shrieked, flinging it at a nearby wall.

She ventured forth to the second bowl, before proclaiming it too cold with equal anger and disdain. The third, thankfully, was just right.

All gone. Sleep was upon her now, and she drowsily made her way into the bedroom.

“This bed is too hard… this bed is too soft… this bed is just right”, and with that she let sleep wash over her wary body.

The ghosts of hell washed round her, screaming that she regain consciousness, but her body, now entirely attuned to the human world, slept for the first time.

She slept as the bears entered their home. She slept as they examined their empty bowls of porridge. And she slept as they made their way towards her sleeping body.

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed and she's still there!" exclaimed Baby bear.

Baby Bear stepped back, and watched as his mother and father easily devoured the now human child sleeping in his bed.