One day my friend Sean and I, Cian, walked down the Mass path beside Bianconi’s chapel. We saw a banshee in the window of the chapel. We hid up against the wall so she could not see us. Then we both moved slowly into the church yard. We went to our mothers and went home.
The next day, after school we went to the chapel again, except this time a few other friends came along: Ben, Tadhg, Dillon, Aaron and Alexander. I do not know if anyone else heard it, but I heard a howl from the chapel.
That night I heard strange noises outside my bedroom window. I went over to my bedroom window, and then I saw it: the banshee floating three inches off the ground, dressed all in black, a white face and black hair with a slight glow from her. I jumped into bed, pulled the covers over me and fell asleep.
The next day the same crew went to the chapel. Suddenly the hose started wiggling, then just stopped. We, I mean Tadhg, put a strong heavy stick on the doorstep. We went away for a minute, then came back. It was gone! We looked in the window, and there it was inside the chapel. It was madness! Then I saw the banshee come out of the shadows and pick up the stick. We’d seen enough; we ran away.