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Four hours.
That's all it took.
For the pain to go away and the ringing to stop. The sun had gone down long ago and the moon shone brightly amongst the many stars.
The promise of darkness had prompted Margaret to travel to the shed about a kilometre away from where her little box room sat.
She assumed everyone had gone to sleep by then but wasn't completely sure. The girl carefully opened the damaged sitting room window in an attempt to escape without making much noise. She made her way outside through the window while taking a look at them once they were visible from the outside. There weren't any lights coming from inside, a good sign.
The redhead hadn't told any of her siblings about her little trip knowing that there'd be attempts to stop her. She knew the idea was wild but she was going to prove to them she'd seen the banshee even if that meant leaving the farmhouse in the dead of night, with no shoes.
She wasn't delusional.
One foot in front of the other slowly she walked. The Grass was damp underneath the soles of her feet a clear sign that it must have rained whilst she'd slept.
Margaret looked ghost-like in her white nightgown looking from afar as if she was floating. There was a wooden footpath beginning to form underneath her feet, tiny nails sticking up at odd angles.
A gentle breeze passed by shaking the bushes either side of the path. It was mid-temperature, slightly on the cold side as it would be in September. This meant the entire walk was slightly unnerving as the girl kept checking over her soldier at the smallest of noises.
She was beginning to feel tired and lightheaded from the waking and was questioning whether she should have told someone of her whereabouts.
In the distance she could see the silhouette of the shed begin to emerge, its slanted roof darker than the night sky itself. She wouldn't have to walk much further before her destination arrived in front of her eyes.
Keeping the steady pace she had kept for the past few minutes she carried on with her walk attempting to ignore the nausea that had bugun to plague her.
The girl froze.
A loud rustle came from the bushes along the footpath breaking the silence of the surrounding area. Margaret turned her head towards the source of the noise inwardly hoping her eyes would not meet anything.
