"Why are you here?!" I screeched at her
"You called for me, so I came to you."
"Why me? Why haunt me?"
"Crim, as much as I would love to tell you why I simply can't. Not yet anyway,"
"Ebony, what are you going on about?"
"You're not dead. So you don't get to know. Most of the dead are telling me to stay away from you anyway,"
"What? Why?"
"Crim, it's because of what you'll become once you die. You won't be like me, a poltergeist, but even worse,"
"What? A Banshee?" She winced. "A Dulhan?"
"Crim, I would tell you if I could, but I can't,"
"A Banshee?" Again she winced. "I'm going to become a Banshee, aren't I?"
"Crim, I've got to go, I'm sorry. Goodbye for now," She disappeared in a swirl of mist.
What was that about? I'll be even worse than her when I die? What the hell?
The I realised. There is only two things worse than poltergeists here in Ireland.
Banshee's
and
Dulhan's
She means I'm going to become The Banshee
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Supernatural Takeover
RomanceWhat happens when the Celtic witch of evil- Carman- wants to ruin you and your partner's lives? And your dead best friend is in on her plans? Find out in Supernatural Takeover, A Romantic horror about a woman, her boyfriend and her best friend when...
