I stood in the middle of a wide field, a soft breeze blew my hair gently as I looked up at the grey clouded sky. The tall dead grass reached my hips as the light wind blew it into wave like motions. I looked up and there before me was a large hill surrounded by thick spruce trees and ever greens. Settled at the top of the hill was what seemed to be an old church, the broken down building sat in eerie silence as the bell in the bell tower swung slightly in the calm breeze. The entire setting seemed so drained of color, so dark and sinister, so dead.
I blinked and found myself standing inside the vacant church. The paint was peeling off the walls and the wood was rotted and splintered. The floor was destroyed by water damage and almost all of the windows were broken, their shattered remains littered the decaying ground. I could hear the creaking of the old building settling as the wind pushed on the deadened walls. And the room had a thick and unpleasant aroma, it was an almost musty smell.
As I looked around curiously I noticed a figure moving out of the corner of my eye. I jerked my head around to see the stranger, but saw no one. I was shaken, I was positive I had seen someone standing there, it seemed too real. Just then the same movement drew my attention to the back of the room where I saw, once again, nothing. I started to feel uneasy as my paranoia grew and my senses went on full alert. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I saw the same movement, the same thing, once again out of the corner of my eye but from a completely different direction. My breathing quickened as I slowly backed away from the center of the room. The figure, the shadow, the thing, seemed to be everywhere at once.
I continued stepping backwards as the thing seemed to be getting closer to me, yet I could never fully distinguish what it was. My pulse raced as I found myself against the rotting wall, the thing was in the shadows now. I could tell, not because I could see it, but because I could feel its cold stare from the darkness in the back of the church. The ringing silence was pierced by a loud cry as the rotting wall I was leaning against gave way and I broke through the old damaged boards.
I tried to scream but no noise came out as I tumbled down the hill side. During my fall I could see large ravens rising from the trees and the church. The birds cawed in a way that in my mind sounded like a tormenting laughter. I finally scrambled to a stop at the bottom of the hill, my body shook with pain and fear as I strain to catch my breath. I struggle to my hands and knees, and look up to see the thing standing in the hole I had created in the wall. It stood there for what seemed like an eternity before lifting its arm and pointing at me. In that second the howl of a large dog echoed through the trees and the ravens dove down at me from the grey clouded sky. I turned and ran as the mob of birds attacked me, their sharp beaks and talons pecked and scratched at my skin.
And I ran. I didn’t know where I was going, I was just running. It was a while till I noticed I was sprinting down an old dirt road, the gravel crunched under my every foot fall. I felt like my lungs were shrinking and on the verge of exploding before I fell to my knees, gasping for air. As I choked on oxygen I turned my head and found the hill and the church to be completely gone. I had trouble believing I had run that far as I looked around the flat land I kneeled on. No hills nor trees were in sight, the only thing that stood out slightly among the ocean of grass was the old gravel road I now stood upon. I looked around in astonishment, my fear slowly growing. What I’m I doing here? How did I get here? My mind reeled with questions that I needed answered.
As I pondered over these questions I noticed that the sky seemed to never grow dark, nor brighten. It was as though I was trapped in time, stuck in the same moment of a life now past. I was broke out of my train of thought when I heard the snapping of a twig. I looked into the grass where the noise had emanated from. I could barely make out the shape of something crouching behind the tall grass, its unmoving form was almost haunting. The fear I felt was unexplainable, my chest tightened and my heart beat thrummed in my head. The world felt blurred and slowed down as the thing began to rise out of the grass. I instantly turned and ran as fast as I could back down the dirt road, but my legs felt like they were trekking through water, or deep snow. I felt weighted down and dizzy as I desperately tried to run faster and faster.
Suddenly I tripped over a large rock and smashed into the dirt. My body went numb and the world around me slowed as I scrambled to flip around only to see the large black wolf hurling itself at me. Its crimson eyes sliced into me and it glistening white fangs dripped with saliva…
That’s when I woke up…
The wolf in the dream I later learned is known as a grim. A grim is usually described as a large black wolf with blood red eyes. Apparently if you see a grim anywhere, whether its reality, or a dream, after you see it either you or a loved one dies. I learned what a grim was after I had that dream, and right before my grandfather passed…697Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZXzu0oIORl
