Back in my teens, I went on a camping trip with two of my closest friends. We had a tent, a map, and absolutely nothing that resembled a plan. When night came, we checked a Campsite Refidex and just picked the nearest one.
It was awesome.
On the second night, we arrived at a grassy, hillside camping area just before sundown. Since it was summer, that put it somewhere around dinner time, and most of the people had headed off to find something to eat. It was a makeshift ghost town, and we settled in for the night, too tired to care.
Just as we were falling asleep, we discovered there were cows somewhere down the slope. I know, it doesn’t sound all that unnerving. But picture this; you’re just nodding off when an unexpected drowning bay echoes up from the forested depths below. You listen, unsure of what you just heard, straining your ears to hear it again. But in doing so, you’re bombarded by shuffling footsteps. Some close. Some far away. And you can’t remember ever seeing anyone else.
Now, imagine that was a flesh-eating ghost, and you have a situation fit for my favorite duo.
For the best reading experience, enjoy the Banshee series in the following order:
See you in the shadows,