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LETTER

Herald

By: Priya Rana

London, England

1908, 29th February

My dear aunt

Years have gone by since I last saw your affectionate smile. I miss you more than I ever did.
Sadly, this letter I write is filled with sorrow and sorrow alone. Tragedy has fallen upon our
family. One after another, our loved ones have left us.

Your beloved father, mother, brother and sister have met unfortunate endings and sadly passed
away. All of these devastating incidents happened in the span of just a week. Day after day, my
sorrow grows and now it has slowly turned to worry. I fear it is the "banshee" - the omen of death.
I have repeatedly heard a woman's bone-chilling wails and cries right outside, next to our fields.
Her shrieks have haunted me for days. The woman's appearance is one you have never seen. Her
soulless eyes, sickeningly pale skin, and misshapen face have all left a mark on my soul. The

feeling of dread, panic, and anxiety fills me as I write this letter.

Her shrieks are now growing louder and louder. This fear feels like thousands of needles pricking
my spine while I gasp for air. It is agonizing.

Auntie, please, I beg you to pay great attention to this. The Banshee warns one person in the
family about the upcoming death of their beloved ones. The specific person is ‘me’ and thus I have
survived this far. Now you are the only beloved one left. Fear is a vicious enemy that has held me
hostage in an iron grip. My fear and concern have grown into an ugly mess. You must be cautious
not to meet a tragic end. Our Irish origins have doomed us. And we must find a way to end this
misery.

BEWARE!

Your loving niece,
Anne