Not so Goldilocks

So there was this lass whose first name was Goldie last name was Locks. Her parents named her after a famous actress who hasn't had any big blockbusters over recent years but is still a big name. She was very attractive and had long blond hair. She had just been out celebrating her twenty first birthday. It was a very messy night several rounds of shorts and a couple bottles of cheep wine had her laughing and crying at the same time as throwing up. 

Her friends had got her a male stripper, which they abused throughout his routine. He left feeling violated never had a group of women been so sexually abusive to him. He quit that night. He went to the police and was ridiculed further by the police. The officer on the front desk heard his complaints started to laugh and called in his colleagues who were even less sympathetic. They didn't just laugh they made jokes and teased him until he left. 

At around ten the following morning Goldie did the walk of shame home after another drunken mistake with a random guy. Her makeup was a mess and she had some how managed to snap the heel off one of her shoes giving her a massive limp. Her beautiful heir was no longer beautiful. A family of rats could have lived in it and made it look neater. When she got to her house all her things had been dumped in the street and the landlord had changed the lock's due to unpaid rent. She picked up the bin bags containing her clothes and rooted through to find a nice pair of trainers. 

In the cafe down the road Goldie sat nursing a huge hangover and a cup of tea. After going on social media and checking for photos of the previous night and feeling ashamed of some of the shenanigans and amused by others she could not remember one of the photos. She announced to the Internet that she was homeless and waited for someone to send her a message of help. None came. 

Goldie had been forced to move out of her parents when she was eighteen when her partying had got too much for them. She started to ring around her friends but none answered. The day was getting on and she needed to find a place fir the night at least. The waitress had been watching her and and started to take pity on her. As she put another pot of tea down for her she said to her. 

"If you are desperate for a place tonight there is a nice cottage in the woods I have never seen anyone there." 

Goldie thanked the waitress finished her drink and went on her way to the woods. 

Goldie went walking to the woods. A little better now she had some liquid inside her that had zero alcohol and her comfortable trainers. The walk was still tiring carrying all her worldly positions in bin bags but she would have to cope. As she entered the woods goldie saw a couple of benches and sat down. She thought about her life choices and decided that she wouldn't have done anything different. She had a lot of fun. Things were looking bad now but she knew in her heart that things would work out fine in the end. When feeling came back to her fingers goldie got up to try and find the house the waitress had told her about. 

"Excuse me miss. But I hope you don't plan on going into the woods on your own." 

Goldie let out a little sqeek of surprise and dropped her bags. One burst open spilling knickers and bra's onto the dirt coverd ground. She turned to see a homeless man with more hair than face. 

" What do you think you are doing creeping up on me like that." 

"I'm sorry to startle you. I live in these woods with a few other homeless people. Don't go in there on your own. Some of my friends have been going missing and not been seen since." 

"Yeah yeah what ever there hasn't been anything in the local paper about it." 

"we are homeless and and the only people who about us is us. The police know but we aren't a priority." 

"OK thanks for the warning but I'll be on my way now bie." 

With that she stuffed her belongings back in the bag grumbling to herself ang flounced off. The man said nothing more just shook his head and watched her leave. 

A short while later Goldie was well into the woods and the trees blocked out the sun. She was not enjoying her walk she was getting scratches from brambles and whipped by twigs and tripping over tree roots. Some how she had lost the path and was lost. Something moved behind her sending panick through her body like an electric shock. What the homeless man had said had her spooked and she set off running. One bag ripped open spilling out its contents. Another tore on her finger nails and fell from her hand. She dropped the other bags and ran as hard as she could. She took a look over her shoulder and saw nothing. She turned forward again not slowing and and ran face first into a tree. All went black. 

Slowly Goldie opened her eyes. Moving hurt everything and took great effort. She still didn't have strength to stand but she was able to pull herself into a sitting position and rest against the tree. Her vision came back into focus and she was able to take in her surroundings. Turning her head from left to right she saw a clearing not far away. In the middle was a little cottage. Sun was shining straight down on it she must have been out all night she thought. Unlike normal she had a hangover not caused by alcohol. Goldie pulled herself up onto her feet and started walking towards the building. As it got closer she noticed it looked quite cute. She walked up to the door. Around the door handle and lock there was scratches. Some of the scratches were deep and had wirey fur in them. Goldie just assumed that they must have been made by a burgerler. A very hairy burgerler. She gave the door a knock. There was no answer so she knocked louder. Still nothing so she tried the handle and the door opened easily. 

"Hello is anyone in." 

Goldie called in. Still nothing. With a guilty look around and seeing no one around she went in and closed the door. There was a smell of cooking meat and it smelt delicious.There was also a smell of animals. She saw the kitchen and walked in. There was a dining table with three places set. With three different sized chairs. On the seat of each chair was animal fur. With further inspection she saw a slow cooker on the work surface turned on. She opened the lid and the aromer hit her it looked like slow cooked pork. With a finger and thumb she pulled a small strip off burning her fingers and quickly stuffed it In her mouth. It melted away with no chewing needed. It was the tastiest thing she had ever tried. She grabbed the pot and took it to the table. 

She put it in front of the biggest chair but it was too heavy to pull up to the table. Next she moved to the medium sized chair but it was far too hard and with her bruised back side it was just unbearable. Last chance the smallest chair. She sat down and was happy to find it was cushioned. With that Goldie picked up the knife and falk and got stuck in. Garvey dribbling down her chin. It wasn't long before Goldie had devoured the lot. 

She got up leaving the mess on the table. Looking around for something to clean herself up with and not finding anything she went upstairs. She went into a bathroom. There was the biggest tub she had seen in her whole life. She turned on the taps and to her surprise hot water came running out. She found some bubble bath and poured some in. As the bath was running she investigated the house some more. 

 While the bath was running Goldie went down stairs to see if there was anything to drink. In the living room stood a tall glass drinks cabinet. Goldie eyes lit up. She ran over to it to inspect the contents. There was a few bottles but not much. A bottle of advocate. That got moved to one side. 

"Not until Christmas my friend." 

She said with a little chuckle to herself. Behind that was a bottle of Drambuie. 

"Oh god no I'm not that desperate."

She said with a grimace. Rooting through making similar comments to herself she found a bottle of whisky and a bottle of vod

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ka. Not bothering with a glass she put the bottle of vodka to her lips and gulped a couple times out of the bottle. Feeling the warm liquid go down now just enough for a mixer. She went back to the kitchen and found a carten of fresh orange juice and filled the bottle back up and gave it a shake. 

Now I don't know about you but I would be thinking someone lived in this house but not Goldie. After all the waitress said that she had never seen anyone there. 

With the drink made she needed music. Goldie went over to the stereo and started to flick through the CD collection. 

"Ugh country music next." 

The first CD got tossed on the floor. The next CD thrash metal. 

"Wow this is a messed up collection." 

After scattering cd's of genres all around she finally found a mix CD that suited her tastes. The CD was on and the volume turned up. Goldie danced spinning around and around spilling her drink as she danced. Goldie one person party was going well. All worries forgotten for now. A dripp landed on her upturned face and she stopped dancing. Goldie whipped it off with her hand. Confused and now drunk. Goldie looked out of the window. 

"It's not raining so. What on earth was dripping through the ceiling." 

Realisation hit her like a brick. 

"The bath." 

She gasped. Staggering up the stairs bouncing off the wall and hand rail as she went. The upstairs carpet was squelchy under foot. Water was coming out under the door. She opened the door to find the bathroom flooded. Bubbles all over. Steam was making it hard to see and her intoxication. 

"Oh man what a downer. But my baths ready wooo." 

With that she got in the bath. The music was loud enough to hear upstairs and she sat in the bath still drinking herself into oblivion. 

                    
The bottle slipped from goldies hand waking her in the cold bath. It was obvious that Goldie had been in the bath for some time. Her hands were all wrinkled and had gone white. She stood to get out of the bath but slipped. She went down on her knee cracking the tub. Water poured out. Down into the living room, this beautiful little cottage was getting ruined in one day. Staggering out of the bathroom getting dry at the same time Goldie decided to see what or if there were any clothes in this little house. She opened up the wardrobe in the first bedroom. It wasn't what Goldie was hoping for. An action hero costume with padded muscles on it.  
"Wrong room."  
Goldie giggled to herself and went to the next bedroom. In that wardrobe, she found more clothes. Big billowy dresses with awful floral prints. A better inspection found old man pants and woolly jumpers. She put her own clothes on.  
As Goldie pulled on her socks she heard the front door open and close. Muffled gruff voices travelled up through the floorboards.  
"What's happened to my house."  
"someone has been hearing dear. Let me look around you wait by the door." 
"Can I help dad.”  
Goldie went quietly into the wardrobe and closed the door behind her. 
"Dad they have destroyed our  CD's and my vodka is gone."  
"The house has been flooded."  
Said the more feminine voice.  
"they have eaten the last of that guy from the other day as well."  
Goldie felt her stomach do flips. Then her throat burn as she projectile vomited.  
"Dad upstairs I heard something."  
The wardrobe door opened. Goldie saw two bears looking at her. The smaller one jumped back in surprise. The larger one reached out one large meaty paw and claws dug into her shoulder and sent a sharp pain through her body.  
"Please don't hurt me anymore."  
Goldie begged tears streaming down her face.  
Mummy bear saw the intruder and locked the door with a gruesome grin of sharp drooling teeth.  
Goldie saw the homeless guy peeking through the window. He saw her look and ducked out of sight.  
" HELP HELP."  
She screamed.  
"Shut up girl no one is going to help you. Look at our house."  
Daddy bear said twisting her around and around. It was a nightmare she told herself. Just before I die I will wake up. She pinched herself. All that happened was more pain. That's strange you don't feel pain in dreams. Oh no. It's real she burst into hysteria. Mummy bear baby bear and daddy bear. All simultaneously pounced on her. Tearing her limb from limb.  
oulder. He dragged her out of the wardrobe screaming in fright and pain.  
" Downstairs you disgusting creature."  
Said the huge beast not releasing his grip. Pulling and shoving her effortlessly. Every step she took sent sharp pain through her body.  
"Please don't hurt me anymore."  
Goldie begged tears streaming down her face.  
Mummy bear saw the intruder and locked the door with a gruesome grin of sharp drewling teeth.  
Goldie saw the homeless guy peeking through the window. He saw her look and ducked out of sight.  
" HELP HELP."  
She screamed.  
"Shut up girl no one is going to help you. Look at our house."  
Daddy bear said twisting her around and around. It was a nightmare she told herself. Just before I die I will wake up. She pinched herself. All that happened was more pain. That's strange you don't feel pain in dreams. Oh no. It's real she burst into hysteria. Mummy bear baby bear and daddy bear. All simultaneously pounced on her. Tearing her limb from limb.  

The homeless man was known as desperate Dan. After meeting Goldie he was uneasy about her going into the woods alone so he followed her. He had followed her until she heard him behind her and ran. Dan lost her he wasn't as fit as he used to be. A life on the streets had taken its toll. Never the less he kept searching until he came across a little cottage. He wasn’t sure that she would be OK and was going to just leave it at that until he heard the screaming. He crept up to the door and found it locked so he looked through the windows. Nothing would ever have prepared him for what he saw. Goldie held by a bear in clothes and two more also dressed and talking. When she saw him he saw her face and the fear. He knew that he was no match for three bears so he ran.  
He burst into the police station. He told them what he had seen leaving out the clothes and talking part. It wasn't easy but he managed to convince them to go with him taking animal control with them.  
Dan rode in the back of the cop car all the time hearing rubbish jokes. Something about picks and big surprises. Dan turned them out he knew what he saw. They were going to lock him up in the loony bin if he was wrong. That was fine with Dan he might check himself in any way.  
They pulled up at the edge of the woods and Dan lead the way. It didn't take him long to get back to the cottage this time. The first policeman walked up to the door and knocked. He could hear hushed voices and growling. He tried the door but it was locked. His colleague went to a window. This wasn't a good sign the one that went to the window fainted as soon as he looks in.  
Now everyone was at the window animal control the last copper standing and Dan. The sight was horrific. Blood was all over and the bears were dabbing at there mouths with napkins. Goldie wasn't there she was obviously dinner.  
Animal control called for back up. The police called for back up. Both lots of backup came quickly and the copper who didn't faint guarded the door with animal control.  
Backup arrived with tranquillisers and huge moving containers. They broke the windows and shot all three bears. It only took a few minutes for them to fall asleep.  
The bears were packed up and shipped off to a safe nature reserve. Dan was paid a nice reward to keep quiet about the event. The police and animal control were given counselling. Godie locks parents were allowed to cremate what could be found of there daughter.  

The end