The Big Bad Wolf

The Big Bad Wolf & Little Red Riding Hood

Being that it’s the Halloween season I think it’s about time we had a ghost story.  An absolute fair dinkum spook your pants off ghost story… and it’s true, I swear it is.
 
It’s about a friend of mine and his girlfriend, on their way to a Halloween fancy dress party held in someone’s posh house in the country.  She wore a nifty Little Red Riding Hood costume and he was dressed as, yes you guessed it, the Big Bad Wolf.
Now it was a terrible, dark, stormy night (isn’t it always) and the rain was coming down in torrents.  Unable to hold the wheel, my friend lost control and they skidded into a muddy bank, where they landed bang smack in the middle of an already over-flowing ditch. 
 
Well that was it! 
Her Little Red Riding Hood costume was ruined.  Covered in filthy water and gunk from the ditch which was leaking up through the floor of the car, they decided to have an argument about their situation instead.  It was all Big Bad Wolf’s fault (when is it not?) and if he had bothered to check the map before they’d started then this wouldn’t have happened…then they wouldn’t be running so late…. and how can I go to a party looking like this….
 
Big Bad Wolf suddenly realised the ditch was no longer a ditch and that a small river had started flowing through the car. It was time to evacuate.  Through the wind and rain they trudged, looking for signs of light from some nice cosy farmhouse.  The fur on the Big Bad Wolf costume was so drenched he now looked more like a weird species of extra large otter.  And she, in her Little Red Riding Hood costume, no longer looked cute – she was just plain pissed off.  
 
Finally they spotted exactly what they were looking for (of course they did) and they knocked on the door in all their glory.  Oh what luck – a lovely old man and his wife in a quaint, cheery farmhouse.  Funny, it was almost as if they were expecting them.  
 
Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf couldn’t believe their luck.  They were ushered inside and had their feet up by the fire, sipping hot cocoa before they could say What a Horror of a Halloween this is!  Never mind, they had no choice but to stay the night and be pampered by the ever-so-doting Mr and Mrs Brown instead.
 
Morning came and Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf scraped themselves and their costumes together and decided to sneak off early without waking their kind hosts.  They left some money on the kitchen table (it was the least they could do) and made it to the car, which they managed to get to a little town before it conked out again.  Whilst waiting for the mechanic to fix it, they chatted to locals in the pub and told them of their night and how they had been saved by the Brown’s in their quaint farmhouse by the river.
 
Well!  The pub went quiet (yes it’s the spooky part….) and the barman, turning pale, explained that the Browns cottage had burnt to the ground over 50 years ago and that poor old Mr and Mrs Brown had both died in the fire.  Oh my God exclaimed Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf at the same time.  But then who was…?  Where was….? WHAT THE…???
 
Not believing the locals, they leapt into the car (yes still wearing their fancy dress costumes) and headed off to where they had spent their night. Upon driving up the long over-grown drive of the Brown’s property, they discovered the burnt out shell of an old abandoned farmhouse and there,  on what was now a charred broken table lay the two brand new $50 dollar notes… right where they had left them.  I kid you not!  Absolutely it’s true - would I lie to you?

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