I was running down the dirt trail, frantically looking behind me. To my horror, I saw a creature? a woman? screaming behind me, it was a banshee. Her face was as pale as a ghost, her lips blood red, her eyes bloodshot, and her hair a wild lion of darkness. The banshee reached out an ice cold, sallow hand and closed it around my throat, her grip slowly tightening until I couldn't breathe. I thrashed around in her grasp, trying to free myself. Suddenly, nails sharp as knives pierced into my neck, letting my blood flow freely down my neck and into my shirt, staining my white shirt. I saw a bright white light in the distance and thought, this is surely my end. No, I thought, as I felt the banshee's grip loosen, pulling out my ruby embedded dagger from her torso.
