When the woodsman found the house in the heavy rain under a stone grey sky it was already too late. He found the door smashed and broken, a basket lying at the step with a red cloak crumpled somewhere next to it. The smashed door was raked with claw marks that were so deep it was impossible to have come from a creature made by God.
The carnage followed the woodsman into the house and as darkness draped over the land, the trashed house should have been enough for the woodsman to leave - he stayed.
When streaks of blood and a puddle of blood in a corner failed to scare off the woodsman he had become a fool. The wallpaper and curtains were pulled down and ripped through as they lay crumpled on the floor. The stillness of the air in the house was enough warning as the woodsman ascended the creaking stairs towards the bedroom.
He knew an old woman living in the place, but he did not know her name. Rebbie was the nickname he heard people call her but young men of the village knew well enough not to approach her.
Anyway, the bedroom door was partly opened as the woodsman gripped the handle of his machette and tensed his shoulder to swing when he pushed it open.
On the floor by the bed was a large black hairy beast that looked like a bear but with the wiry body of a wolf hunched over something on the floor. The body was hidden by the bed but it was not human. The pair of legs were dog haunches, covered in dark grey fur.
The scream was choked off when the woodsman saw another breast sitting on the bed, it stared at him for a moment like he had walked into a college dormroom and was looking for Jake. The beast behind the bed lost it's interest in the corpse it had been mauling and turned towards the frozen woodsman in the door.
The heavy rain did not carry the screams very far. The bad weather was enough to provide cover for whatever happened next. The woodsman had been foolish but in his wisdom he found out why no one ever went to Redberry cottage anymore.
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