The Grimm

The Grimm

Joe

Ember woke up screaming and crying at three in the morning. It was the night mere again. The one she has had since she was a little girl, since she saw her dad get killed by a pack of wild dogs. It was the same, every night. A pitch black dog looking at her. Not barking or growling. Just staring with startling purple eyes. She always wondered why they were purple. Her eyes, that’s what they reminded her of. They were the same color of hers, but why the dogs?

After she had calmed down, she went into the bathroom. Ember splashed cold water on her face, making bumps appear on her face. She looked at her appearance in the mirror. For twenty three, she already had stress lines and sleep deprivation marks. Her long blonde hair blending perfectly with her ice purple eyes. As pale as she was, she was still descent looking, and she wanted to keep it that way. So, she jumped in her car and drove until she parked out found of the doctor’s office. She hurried in, waited impatiently to be sighed in, and then ran up the stairs until she stopped in front of the door of the Therapist. She knocked and Dr. Zabien welcomed her in, he sat down in a fluffy arm chair. He had been smoking. Ember came in and sat down, “Hello, Dr. Zabien”.

“Ms. Ember, What can I do for you today?” He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He had crust on his eyes and patchy hair on his face.

“Well, Doctor,” Ember Started off, “I have had this dream, that wakes me up coastally. I can’t get any sleep anymore.”

Dr. Zabien smiled then spoke so fast it was almost impossible to understand him. “We have this program that will rid you of this dream in just a week or two. It’s a little pricy, but worth every penny!”

Ember thought for a moment then replied “Yes, anything!”

So Ember took the program, two days, four days, six days, a week went by and she still woke up screaming in the night. A month went by, two, three months went by and she still had the dream.  She stopped paying after the fifth month. She decided to go to someone different: A physic.

                        She walked into a little shop and chocked and gaged on the smell. There were fragrance sticks on almost every surface. Different colored scarf and fabric lay on selves full of old books, glass orbs, bottles full of mysterious liquids. It was crammed and unorganized. There was a little table in the middle of the shop with a bird on it. Out of the cage? It was a crow, just tapping its beak on the table.

“Hello?” She called out into empty air. No one answered. She was about to leave when she heard a rustling in the back. An old, hunched back lady walked in She was wearing a dress with tons of shawls and scarves. She had necklaces with weird symbols and different colored beads in her long gray, curly hair. She had broken glasses for her crystal blue eyes.

“Hello Dear what may I help you with? Here come sit down. What’s your name young girl?” She sat at the table and shooed the crow away. Ember went to sit down, tripping on little gadgets as she went.

“My name is Ember Marki-“She started but was interrupted.

“Ember, such a pretty name, Ember is! Call me Mona. What are you here for?”

“Well I had a dream.”

“Oh! A dream! Of what? How long?”

“Well, I have had it since I was a little girl.”

“Any particular events?”

“Yes my father was killed by a pack of wild dogs.”

“The dream, what is in it?”

“Well it is a big black dog with purple eyes. It is just looking at me. That is all.” Mona didn’t say a word, and then she gasped jumped out of her chair and backed away from Ember.  “Is something wrong?” Ember asked confused.

“Go. Get out of my store! Get away!” Mona screamed. She looked terrified.

“Why? What does that mean?” Ember pleaded. “Please tell me!”

“It is the Grimm! The worst omen, the omen of DEATH! You will die soon. Get out!” Ember thought about this for a moment.

“You’re crazy.” She declared.

Thankfully Ember stopped having the terrible dream. Two months went by and all she got was sleep and more sleep. Life was perfect. Ember was getting ready for bed when she decided to get some fresh air. As she opened the balcony door, purple met purple. Ember stopped in her tracks and stared into the face of a big black dog.

                                                            **5 DAYS LATER**

Everyone came to Ember’s funeral. Friends, family, even Dr. Zabien. They say she died of a heart attack; that something frightened her. But no one could figure out what. The service was nice, lots of flowers. At the end no one noticed that at the edge of the graveyard was a pitch black dog with startling purple eyes.