My name is Eric Leon .I am lost in this a village. I am not sure where I exactly I am. I have never truly heard of the village of Kells, Ireland. I would never have guessed how I ever ended up here. I blame my friend, Oliver William Woodlock. He is the reason for us being here. He is the reason I am lost in Kells. He decided we needed to explore Kells, Ireland. He wanted to explore Kells to investigate the legend of Banshee. I, on the other hand, just wanted to stay in England. He pulled me from dear England to explore this deadly legend with him. I thought of this as a knob-headed idea on his part.

      Allow me to continue on with this tale though; I am lost in Kells because Oliver left me alone so that he could explore some of the forest (In all honesty he forgot about me being there with him). I, for one do not believe in the Banshee. The thought of a woman dressed in rags to bring death to us is completely absurd. The Banshee is just an urban myth. Oliver just will not accept the facts of it. He says “We are so close to proving it” or “Eric! She is real and I shall prove it” but sadly I have not seen any proof of it for the past five years of his endless journey. I do not see why he does not just surrender. He has been defeated by facts. But alas, he is too stubborn for his own good. As I ponder on these notions, I walk towards an old inn. Maybe they can enlighten me as to where in Kells I am. As I approach the big, old, wooden door I hear people arguing and shouting at each other. I open the door and enter the establishment only to see my knob head of a friend. “Oliver,” I exclaim in anger. He turns to face me, as a look of realization washes over his face. “I am so sorry, Eric,” he tries to apologize. I silence him with a lift of my hand. “Shut up, you idiot,” I say to him. He nods in understanding. “Where in the bloody Kells are we,” I ask. “We are near the south woods,” he replies happily. I shake my head in disappointment. We weren’t supposed to be this far away from the port. He promised we would stay in that general area. I swear he needs to listen to me more often. The last time he pulled something like this was in 1838, when he dragged me all the way to Istanbul to see if he would find some kind of “treasure”. He had gotten on the bad side of the people in the village. They were so furious they had thrown us in a pit and left for dead. I was glad that the ship captain was one of our own. He is from England, as are we. But that, is a story for another time.

    Oliver drags me with him to our room for the night. "Oh, Eric," He sighs. "Yes, you imbecile," I mutter. " Be nice. I only twas excited. I meant no harm to come to you. I was going to return for you. I twas overcome with joy, twas all. I apologize dear friend," Oliver droned on. I proceeded to smack him lightly on the back of his skull. " Will you cease with this nonsense. You had forgotten me. You would have taken days to remember that I twas not with you. Meant no harm, Ha! You only need me here so that your mother would allow you to come. You are still a naive young lad,"I say to him. Oliver sighs in defeat. "To bed with ye, now," I command him. He sulks off.

     The next morning, he and I set off for the Northern Port and Trade Post of Kells. It was quite foggy this early morning. As it was also quiet, eerily quiet. I look to my left at Oliver. He doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact that we can barely see one meter in front of us, or the fact that the sheep and goats are not making a single sounds at all. I pause a moment to listen, as I grab Oliver and force him to stop. "What the bloody he...", Oliver says as he stops mid-sentence. He looks around and realizes that there is no sound,not even a bird chirp. He turns his head back to face me. "Eric.....What is going on," Oliver asks in a shaky voice. I look at him and sigh," We are lost, young lad, and this does not seem to be a safe haven." Oliver stands as close to me as he physically can. I look down at him. He is scared and I can not blame him. He is only 19 years old, whereas I am 47. I pull out a dagger, that was hidden on my side in my trench coat, and start to walk forward at a slow pace so Oliver can stay close to me. We walk through, from what seems to be, a dead forest. A loud screech throughout the forest stops us, and almost kills Oliver from a fright. I look around for what should have been directly behind me, but found only wind. I pull Oliver towards me. "Stay close and do not speak a word. Else, it shall be the end of us," I whisper to Oliver. He looks up only to nod in response. We walk on while on high alert.

     Hours have past, and we have made little progress. We need to rest or else Oliver and I will be too exhausted to defend ourselves. I look at the sun to see that it is close to setting within an hour or two. I look around for a place to sleep for the night. I place Oliver near a semi-alive tree, the only one in the forest we have seen so far. I walk alone to find a safe place to sleep. I walk past a cave that had a fox run into it. I continue on, only to pause to make the trees that I pass. I stumble upon a pond. I lean down near to water to examine it. The water is completely crystal clear. As I start to take a drink, a low wail pierces through the silence. I jump up with my dagger in hand. I look around wanting to see the culprit. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a white cloth brush by. "Ver....O..liv... Oliver," the voice says. I turn completely around, only to come face to face with a dead woman standing on the pond in all rags. It was a Banshee. It was saying...Oliver's name! I turn to run to but the Banshee grabs my arm and pierces its long, sharp nails into me. She begins to pull me back and towards the water, attempting to drown me. Her blood red eyes staring at me with hatred. She shrieks her blood curdling scream, making me drop to the ground right where I stood. I could not get her off of me. She pulls me underwater, where she holds me. I finally snap back to my senses and attempt to save my life with my silver dagger. I swing it and miss a few times. As I am running low on air, I finally cut her and she lets go. I swim to the top and get out. I get a quick breath and take off back to Oliver.

     As soon as I get back to Oliver, I am too late. His corpse lay torn apart by a wild animal, or so it seemed. I walk back to where we came from, and head into the inn. The inn keeper takes one look at me and sighs. " We got 'nother one Eilis," says the inn keeper. A beautiful woman walks into the front inn room, who I assume is Eilis. "Malachi, what do you mean.." Eilis goes silent as soon as she see me. The man, who is known as Malachi, looks at me and ask, "Was it her?" I look at him in silence. "A banshee dear boy," Eilis says in a worried tone. "Yes," I say.