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‘My experience happened shortly after sundown on a late summer evening. I had gone outside to take out the trash, so it was a Tuesday night. The sun had set but there was still a little light in the western sky. The night seemed unusually heavy when I stepped out the door. I could sense that something was off about the night. I went out to the curbside, and put the trash in the can. When I turned around I saw a quick flash of white gauze-like fabric out of the corner of my eye. It quickly disappeared and as I looked around I saw nothing else. I took a step forward and that was when I heard a mournful scream right in front of my face. It was a female voice that was full of grief, sorrow, and rage. The sound seemed to go right through me and left me chilled to the bone and physically shaking with cold. The only thing that ran through my mind was that I had just heard a Banshee’s Wail. I was so cold and could not get myself warm no matter how many blankets I put on that night. I was physically sick for [a] week after, missing three days of work with severe flu-like symptoms. My gran had told me stories of hearing the Banshee when she was a little girl, right before her great aunt died. I was only eight at the time and she ninety nine so I hadn’t thought about them until then. I never really wholeheartedly believed in the fey until that night but now I know that they are real.’ ‘I saw a glimpse of white gauze-like fabric and maybe a bit of long red hair but I’m not certain about the hair.’