A ghostly woman stood outside the window.
A shadow fell over her face, hiding it from the man's gaze, who was anxiously standing in the corner. What scared him the most was the inhuman scream coming from everywhere. It was clearly caused by that creature."What are you? Please, leave me alone," despite his masculine appearance, it seemed as if he was shrinking with every word.
"I am a Banshee. I'm a harbinger of death," the woman unnaturally tilted her head to the side, and the screaming around her intensified.
It was hard to tell if it was crying, groaning, or just a piercing wail, but it was something that made the man's face turn pale.
The sound did not stop when she said, "I have come to inform you of a death. The death of your fiancée."
Douglas's breath caught in his throat as understanding dawned on him. He knew the legends of Banshee, the tales told around the campfire, but he had never expected her to appear in his own life. Happy moments with his fiancée flashed before his eyes, and his forehead was sweating, decorating his fear with drops of cold sweat.
"Save her? How can you save her when you are a sign of her inevitable death?"
"I am not the cause of her fate; I am here to prevent it," The cry continued. "Trust me, Douglas. I am giving you a chance to change the course of her fate."
Suddenly, the man pulled back, hitting his head on the wall. The fear from crying no longer frightened him, nor did the pale, corpse-like skin. The moonlight shone on her long scarlet hair and eyes. She looked at him with empty whites. There were no pupils. Goosebumps ran through her body, but the wall behind her gave her nowhere to run.
"Tell me. I'll do everything I can to save her, just leave us alone..."
"Listen carefully. There is a promise you must fulfil - an ancient contract. What I have to give will be yours, and what you have to give will be mine."
The hero's eyes wandered chaotically around the room. He knew that trusting a ghost was the height of recklessness. But what else could he do?
"I accept!"
Suddenly the screaming stopped. The echoes of crying could be heard everywhere, but with each sob, they grew quieter and quieter. His heart was pounding, and he felt as if his speech had been taken away with the disappearance of the ghost.
In the morning, Douglas saw his exhausted fiancée preparing breakfast.
"Darling, why were you sleeping on the couch? I've been waiting for you all night," the girl's smile resembled the gentle rays of the sun.
"You're here... You're safe..." Douglas threw his arms around his love, kissing her morning smile.
They never saw the Banshee again. The child who was born dead was a reminder of the terrible night. His wife's sobbing reminded Douglas of what was about to happen. He put his head down in his hands, digging his fingers into his hair, remembering the ghost's words.
"What I have to give will be yours, and what you have to give will be mine."
The life of the child allowed his sweetheart to live, and death took away the breath of their little joy forever.
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