Chapter six

Cold, glimmering gold metal whipped through the air from nowhere, causing the dark and slightly shiny red blood to spill out and splatter everywhere. Only this time the door was not quickly slammed shut before the blood basin hit. There was a bright red, mess on his face, running down, and staining his clothes. Bam's eyes bulged and he shook as he looked at his blood-stained self as if he had never seen blood before. He stood there trembling and dripping with the oozy liquid. There seemed to be tons more blood upon his body than that was once held by the small golden basin; almost as if a bucket of blood had been dumped onto his head.

Bam remained standing there trembling with fear, and unable to make any audible sound more than quiet shudders and slight squeaks. He appeared to be a victim from a horror movie as he stood there. He turned to look behind him and saw Ehrynn sprawled out on the floor; motionless. Once Bam saw her dead on the floor he let out a horrified yell…

Bam jolted up in bed, panting and with sweat beads rolling from the top of his forehead and down to his chin. He reached up with one hand and wiped the sweat away as he tried to calm his breath. Looking down at his shirt and placing a hand on his chest, he then looked back up with a sigh if relief once he saw that there was no blood. He then lied back down and closed his eyes again in order to go back to sleep.

Bam opened the door and peered out. The gold basin flew through the air and hit him in the face, covering him with the blood. He jumped back and let out a scream. The scene repeated itself over and over, becoming a little more gruesome each time. The last time when Bam opened the door, instead of getting hit in the face with the basin, he was staring back into the haggard face of the banshee; glowing red sunken-in eyes and all.

He shot up with a scream and looked about his dark room in a panic. Never in his life could he remember experiencing nightmares such as thus. Drawing his blanketed knees up to his chest, he shook with fear and refused to close his eyes again.

Slowly pulling the covers off of him, Bam got up out of bed and crept out of his bedroom. He quietly and slowly made his way downstairs, pausing every couple steps to look around him to see if the banshee was near by. Once he finally made it to the lounge, he sat, curled up in the corner of the couch and turned on the TV. He shuddered a little and jumped, looking around, every time he heard the slightest noise. (The noises normally turned out to be his cats prowling around the house.) He sat there keeping his gaze on the television screen, and quietly reminding himself that everything was okay. Bam was not the type of person who would allow his fears to haunt him, but this time was different, for what he feared, that was keeping him awake, was quite real.

The next morning the others came downstairs to find Bam still seated in his spot on the couch. It looked like he did now sleep at all, and was a very strong possibility that he hadn't slept since he went down there. His eyes, though weighing down with tiredness, were still focused on whatever was on television at the moment. Dico came up to the couch and gently placed a hand on Bam's shoulder.

"Hey Biggs… what's going on?"
Bam lifted his head and looked at Dico with a zombie-like expression "Huh?"
"What's the matter? You're like out of it."
Bam rubbed his eyes "I'm just tired I guess."
Dico took a seat on the arm of the couch "You look more than tired. You look like you've stayed up all night."
"I pretty much have." Bam said with a yawn
"Couldn't sleep?" Dico asked with a slight nod of the head
"No." Bam rubbed his eyes again "Every time I'd get a little bit of sleep, I'd have a fucking nightmare. I've never had nightmares like this, none that would keep me up any way, but this Banshee thing…" Bam let out a shudder
Dico nodded a little "Yeah… yeah I know how you feel. But you know there's no sense in sitting here worrying about it all night, getting no sleep. If something is going to happen, then there's nothing any of us can do."
Bam looked at him and then sighed "You're right. As much as I hate it, you're right.

All day long, everyone in the house was haunted by the faint sound of someone crying in the wind outside. As the day went on, that crying grew louder and stronger, causing shivers to run through their spines. Every once in a while the windy voice that was crying outside would sound like it let out a whisper that sounded like "Ehrynn Kavanagh …"

Ehrynn sat, staring out the window at the gloomy yard. She looked up and turned her head once she felt a hand on her shoulder, and then grinned softly at who was standing there beside her.

"Bam…"
"Hey what are you doing here by yourself?"
"Oh just sittin' to meself and starin' out the window. Sure is a cloudy day out there."
Bam looked out the window "yeah it is. Hey listen, we're all out here in the next room just hanging out, why don't you join us instead of just sitting here being lonely?"
"I'm not lonely, but thanks for the offer."
"We'd really like you to spend some time with us."
"That's really kind of you boys to be thinking of me. But I feel as though I've overstayed my welcome."
"What? Where did you get that idea? We like that you're here."
"Yes, but, I was only supposed to stay until the storm died down and somehow I wound up staying here for a couple days. And in those days I've done nothing but tell you silly stories of the Banshee and cause you all to be a feared of something that shouldn't effect you."
"Ehrynn I know you were only "supposed" to stay here until the storm was over, but we've all grown to like you in the little time that we've known you. We're glad that you've decided to stay."
"You really mean that?"
"Yes. Now, you don't have to come hang out with us if you don't feel like it, but we do want to make sure that you're enjoying yourself while you're still here."
Ehrynn smiled "You're all so nice to me, and I have been enjoying meself. But, once again, thanks for your offer, however I'd just rather be by meself for a little bit."
"Ok fair enough." He let out a slight smile before he turned and walked away.

All the guys in the house had, surprisingly, managed to be their rambunctious selves without causing (much) bodily harm to one another, breaking (too many) objects, and (completely) destroying the house. All the while they were in the middle of their chaotic fun, they were able to ignore the fact that the cry of the Banshee outside had grown increasingly louder. The did, however, stop their fun, or "hanging out" as they called it, once they had become exhausted and it was drawn to their attention that Ehrynn had not been seen or heard from since Bam had last spoken to her.

Bam went into the pirate bar where he had seen her last, and looked around the room. The room was eerily silent and nerves began to fill Bam's stomach. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed something across the room. Bam turned and then slowly approached the thing that had caught his attention. Once he had reached what it was, he froze momentarily, staring down at it, before falling to his knees. He slowly outstretched a shaking hand and touched the thing that he could not stop staring at, and his heart sank. He closed his eyes and then reached out again, to gently lift and hold it in his arms.

"This shouldn't have happened…" he whispered sadly as he held Ehrynn's dead body in his arms close to his chest

No one in Castle Bam really knew Ehrynn well enough, only having known her a few short days. And no one could really explain what exactly caused her untimely death. But one thing was clear to them, and they would never forget it whenever they though about Ehrynn and the things that they had experienced that lead to her death, was the fact that the Banshee foretold it…

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