Chapitre 40: Chapter 40

There was no doubt that was indeed a banshee.

Standing there with silver unkempt long hair, tall, her mouth opened as she wailed.

Terrible mournful cries from her mouth that made goosebumps filled my skin.

Her hollow eyes locked onto mine, and a twisted hand lifted, pointing a finger directly at me.

Her wailing became higher. I had to bring my hands to my ears.

The voices swelled, overlapping, becoming a cacophony that filled the air with an ominous chant.

"Death…

death…

death…"

"Death always finds you."

"Death Shall find you."

"You do not belong in the land of the living."

The banshee opened her mouth, and a scream unlike anything I'd ever heard ripped through the fog, piercing and endless. It cut through me like a knife, freezing me to the core. I stumbled back, gasping, but the fog closed in tighter, trapping me in place.