She was drawn from her bath, causing a scream to wrench from her mouth. She was always pulled from an awkward place in order to get the perfect scream. She met her first O'Sullivan on the battlefields against the encroaching English. Henry O'Sullivan was a prominent man, leaving behind a wife, two sons and a daughter. The banshee liked appearing to the daughters, the young women always had an easier time seeing her.

She had been with the O'Sullivan family a long time. Trouble seemed to follow them around like the Black Plague. The turn of phrase was a new one she had picked up. The batch of O'Sullivan she was with now had just succumbed to the Black Plague, leaving behind one son and a daughter. There was a daughter born every generation. They were the only ones who could see her now and the survivors of every malady befalling their family name.

The World Wars were a set of years for the O'Sullivan family. Many young boys were lost, once again leaving the daughters to continue the legacy. The fight for Irish independence from England were more hard times. Luckily, betww