The wind was howling outside that night. At about midnight, we heard a woman
wailing, broken by occasional sobs. We knew instantly that it was the
banshee. We knew then that one of us would soon die.
As I was locking up for the night, I heard a little girl somewhere
in the building, and she was wailing. Following the sound into into the women's room, I saw a little girl of about four, her face flushed from crying. As I walked towards her, she disappeared. Was this my imagination or had I seen a ghost?