It had been years since she was last seen and a great mystery grew around the house she once lived in. Some said she had died and that her soul haunted the house, others simply didn’t care what had happened to her as long as she didn’t come back. What nobody knew is that a small imprudent child had decided to steal her treasure by hiding in a box. She remained inside that cardboard cage for nine long years. Slowly, everyone forgot Little Red’s existence, her story and her precious bag collection.

The time had come. The little girl, who was now not so little, waited for it to be dark. She carefully cut the tape that had sealed her for so long and raised her hand feeling the air gently pass through her fingers. Her legs were weak and she would have fallen if it wasn’t for the chair that was behind her. She held onto it, turned around, and there they were. Beautiful, ageless. She stopped to touch, smell and embrace them. Finally, they were hers. She heard a sound and fear struck her. It was the clicking sound of a trigger. Little did she know that all this time Little Red had been hiding there with her. “How insolent of you to think that after all these years you were going to steal from me. I have been hiding here with you, you just didn’t know” said Little Red pointing the cold steal at her and, without thinking twice, shot her dead.