The first time I heard of the banshee I was 10. My friends granny, who was from the west of Ireland was visiting Dublin and she told us of her experience with the banshee when she was a child. She told us how she tried to hide from her in the kitchen, when she heard her wailing.
That night the priest had visited their home. She said her and her brothers and sisters saw the banshee crying and combing her long white hair on the road at the entrance to their cottage. Her mother passed away that night in their home.
She must have been in her late 80’s when she told us the story, she didn’t mean to frighten us but I will never forget how adamant she was, that she saw the banshee and that she was real.
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