Chapter six!

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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.

It continued to Russel dramatically and all Margaret could do was hope that nothing harmful was willing to come out of the bush.

She slowly backed away from the noise only for a tiny silhouette to emerge.

A frog.

It's tiny body hopped from one side of the path to the other before disappearing into the additional bushes that stretched as far as the shed itself.

She sighed and let out a long breath as she continued to walk looking over her shoulder every now and then.

When she reached the shed she stood. Just stood in front of it unsure of what action to take.

The sun was slowly beginning to rise, not long before her family would start to wake one by one only to realize she had snuck out in search of something that may or may not exist.

What was she going to find inside?

Last time a patchy eyed girl with a horrendous wail this time it could be ten times worse.

What if this time she didn't come back?

Never the less she swallowed all her fear and pushed gently on the large doors. Light from the rising sun gradually filled the room though some corner stayed in darkness.

Margaret decided to open both doors as wide as they would go to let as much light as possible enter the room.

Her eyes scanned the room looking from one place to the other until laning on a large red puddle staining the floor near the entrance. It must have been where she'd fainted a few hours back.

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She stumbled backwards surprised and a bit frightened by whatever had just happened
The images flashed by her eyes in a matter of seconds, no not just images, feelings.

She could feel and see everything like it had just happened, not like a dream. Like a moment, like a memory from the last second.

But that hadn't happened only moments ago, it had happened hours ago.

Margaret shook her head. More delusions.

The sun was now fully up, filling the entire shed with light, the corners that once were covered by shadows were now visible to Margaret who was standing a few meters away.

She walked to one particular corner, the corner in which she had seen the girl.

But Nothing.

Even the rags she'd seen drop to the floor were gone. Maybe her siblings were right, maybe she was hallucinating after all.

It would explain why there was only a bloodstain and nothing else to support her point of view.

She sat, a loud thump echoing through the early morning air.

Now she was going to actually have to admit to them that they were right. A thing she really didn't like doing.

Margaret looked around once again wondering how she had hallucinated it all. Everything was all so, clear.

The girl had heard everything to the point her ears bled, how had it all been in her mind?

Attempting to come to terms with her situation she stood up and began walking towards the door when, out of the blue, the corner of her eye caught an illuminating white object.

The girl edged closer a bit weary about the situation she might be getting her self into.

As she scooted closer it only grew brighter and brighter willing for her to touch it. What if it was dangerous, a plot set by the same girl?

Whatever fearful thoughts were running through her brain at that moment vanished when her hand slowly reached out and grasped the white object.

A comb.

A simple white wooden comb, that for some unknown reason was slightly bioluminescent. It was beautiful and had floral designs laced on either side.

The girl longed to sit and brush her hair with it, sit for the rest of the day with no interruption whatsoever.

It was as if it was calling her, telling her that if she didn't comb her hair with it her life would be over.

It was irresistible, so she sat legs crossed and slowly brought the comb to her red locks.

When the bristles made contact with her thick hair it felt as if the world stopped. She attempted to comb her hair but was prevented to do so by some unseen force.

Everything in the vicinity disappeared leaving nothing but miles and mile of white terrain for Margaret to look at.

She dropped the comb but the white terrain stayed unmoving. In the distance, a silhouette started to form starting to grow larger and larger as it walked forward.

Margaret stayed extremely still attempting to seem like she wasn't alive and yet the silhouette only came closer until it was right in front of the young girl.

"Margaret daughter of James, how nice to finally meet you." the being reached out to shake her hand stayed frozen at her side. "so it's you " It spoke in an oddly high voice

Margaret stood up from her sitting position to become eye level with the being only to realize it was the girl she's seen, the banshee.

"Been chosen for what?!" She exclaimed. Was this her demise? Is this what really happens when the banshee comes to take your spirit to the other realm? "What do you want from me?!"

She edged backwards away from the being only for it to follow her movement and step forward.

"Don't be afraid my child, there is nothing to fear you have done me a great deed I am forever in your debt"

The two beings stood eyes locked, for some reason Margaret began to feel herself calm. Something about the girl's eyes made her heart stop racing and her breathing return to its normal pace. The being's eyes followed Margaret's fidgety movements until speaking up.

"You are to be the next"

"The next what?" The redhead replied, now completely relaxed by the girl's presence. "And what exactly are you?" she sounded as if she wasn't in the world, her voice was raised dreamily.

"Never mind who I am, let's discuss who you are to be"

Every word the girl spoke was mysterious and interested Margaret greatly. The mysteriousness of her voice interested maggie so much that she forgot what the banshee was actually saying to her.

Or was it a banshee? It hadn't answered her question but every piece of the puzzle fit together too well for her not to be.

"Hello? Are you listening?"

The redhead snapped out of her mesmerized daze silently shaking her head. "Uh yeah sorry it's just your voi-"

"My voice yes, mesmerizing isn't it? it's okay soon yours will be to"

Margaret froze snapping out of her daydream completely and finally focusing on the words being said to her.

"What? why? how? She said one after the other.

The girl opposite her smiled knowingly. " to be the next me"

Maggie's eyes widened as her mouth opened wide. "The next banshee?!" She squealed

"Yes. Now look child we do not have muc-"

"Why are you calling me a child you mustn't be much older than me!"Margaret responded but the girl just sniggered in response.

"Oh I am much older than I appear, if you just let me explain, we do not have much time."

The information being thrown at Margaret was alarming, to say the least, and all she wanted to do was walk away and pretend none of it ever happened. But it was happening and she couldn't ignore the facts.

"All I can say is that you have been passed on powerful and ancient abilities. Only redheads possess the ability to carry such power as the pigmentation if their hair is a mutation in itself. Over time your powers will become one to you but for now, they will seem foreign and strange."

Margaret did not understand most of what the girl had said all she knew was that she now possessed abilities unknown to the humankind.

"I'm sorry child I must go now, I wish I could explain more to you just keep the comb safe it's a part of you now but most important of all learn to contro-"

And with that, the girl, along with the white plains that stretched on for miles was gone leaving Margaret completely alone in the shed once more.

The redhead was dumbfounded as she flopped to the cold floor. She was a banshee. The banshee

Margaret Daley an insignificant girl from a small county in Ireland was, in fact, the infamous banshee.

How was she going to tell her family this? They'd be terrified of her, she was a spirit now.

She was a spirit now.

Maggie repeated the short sentence a few times out loud as she dragged her fingers roughly through her now frizzy locks.

Every person would have different reactions to this situation if out through it but Margaret reaction was not to tell her family. If there was one trait the girl carried prominently it was her ability to mind her own business so worrying her family was not an option.

But crying was.

She didn't wail or make any noise, the girl just silently let her tears fall until no more would.

Margaret went over scenarios in her head. Her siblings didn't believe her the last time she had told them the truth, what would make them now? In all honesty, though, she wanted to keep everything to herself.

Nobody would want a dangerous person in their house who possessed non-human abilities.

The last scenario that came to her mind shone brightest above all.

She was going to run away.

~authors note~

Hi y'all

So I didn't really know how to write this chapter correctly I must have rewritten it like five times because the interaction with the banshee just wasn't satisfying.

But anyway there's only one chapter I think before the end of like her backstory so that's cool 🤘.

Bye love y'all that vote and comment