THE REDEPLOY OF THE GRIMS
The granite sky hovered upon the people drenched in their own melancholy. The pace full rain resisted to desist from dying out, fell upon it's victims that stood by the cemetery
Samantha stood in a feeble and vulnerable condition, gazing at the grave in a colourless motion. It was her husband who'd died. She was not eager to greet anyone, nor did she expect anyone to intrude her. But just then, she heard a voice call out to her.
"I'm sorry for the loss you've suffered Mrs.Ray," As she turned around, she found herself facing a 20 year old girl.
Her hair were a darker shade of ashen, pinned up in a ponytail that almost reached her knees, eyes that seemed to pierce through everything were sullen with an crimson hue. She seemed feeble and thin, but there was a peculiar glint of vigor her eyes mirrored. Her stewed red lips, unveavering, gave out a warm feeling, casting her earnest feelings for the wrenched lady.
"Thankyou for you concern dearest" Samantha muttered in mere whisper, her voice horse from all the waling, as she dabbed her tears dry. "you must be new here," she questioned glumly, mustering up the tinest ounch of will left within her to stand before the girl. She gave the women a quick smile, before helping her up from the chair she resided upon, mummering as she went on,"oh yes, I just moved in with the willsons for the month, I'm Astra by the way." Samantha shook her head in approval, without giving a glimpse of enthusiasum. "I've heard a lot about your husband he was a great person, but how.."..Astra began, her voice trailing off a griviously before she added, " what happened to him?"Instantaniously Samantha's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her petit frame trembling as she tightened her grip on the wooden chair. "I'm really sorry, it's completely fine if you don't want to talk about it,"Astra interjected apologetically as she saw the despairing women on the verge of breaking down once more. "The incident may seem apostate,.." Samantha spoke, her voice came out as a mere whisper, before she added,"but I assure you it is not apocryphal." She continued to gaze at the grave with gloomy eyes. It hadn't been long enough before she concluded, "oh never mind what I blurted, would you like some water?"She handed polystyrene cup, her eyes were already darting towards the grave again, reflecting the pain that the incident had conjured upon her soul.
But Astra's inquisitiveness made her ascertain that something was wrong. She knew that the women won't utter a soul, for the incident seemed much more bizarre than it would sound. A man who suddenly died in his early twenties without suffering from any sort of a fatal illness, it was a labyrinth of endless questions that seemed quite queer. But the only way to decipher the mystery behind the man's death was to attain a closure with the nape of samantha's neck.
For you see, grims can cut their way into a person's mind by clawing in the nape of their neck, and astra was good at what she did.
She suddenly took a leap forward and embrased Samantha into a thightening grasp. Samantha who was unacquainted of what Astra might do, apprehended the hug as a gesture of understanding the insight of compassion and empathay that must had meddled the girl's heart.
But in an instant, she felt a sudden transfiguration of a clawing hand, which felt like a cannibal's, at the nape of her neck. But before she could manage to splutter a shout, the claws had by then barged into her skull and intruded her memories.
As Astra entered the radiance of the somewhat luminous energy, she felt a sudden jolt of dismay running down her spine. Something felt peculiarly odd.But that made her even more curious, to see for herself what happened that night.
"It was yet another raputurous day , Ethan, Samantha's husband had made his way back from Ukraine. But instead of dining out with his wife, he rushed towards the window on his return, observing something with a keen eye of concern.He didn't answered any of the suspicions Samantha arouse. Instead he talked her into returning back to the kitchen and dishing out the phone. But within a spur of a moment Ethan panicked and began to act very strangely. He tried to to keep up his best posture, depite the frown that had made it's way on his face, and walk out of the kitchen. Instantaniously a lound bang was heard and there laid Ethan on the ground. But he wasn't hit with a bullet,or so did it seem, nor did he bleed, then what could that thing be?what could've killed a person with just a single bang yet caused no scar?These were all the unanswered questions that began to arouse in Astra's cognizance.
As astra began to walk towards the windows, that somehow could help reflect the clues to Ethan's death, she was taken aback with a sudden jolt of dismay, the same sensation she had previously crossed over, yet this one only brough back terror and somehow managed to warn her.
Nether less she over looked all those warnings and looked out the window.And there stood on the other side, a creature that lurked in the dark. A monster that only seemed to co exisit in fables even for the supernaturals. The guardian of the hour, yonder to the verdict of the hominid. The "Nuckelaver"