Marshall decided to head back to were he had sensed someone approaching earlier. Loath as he was to admit it, he was in need of some assistance and whoever it was should be able to help him find Rusty.
Dragging the backpack slowed him down, but he was soon almost back to where he had the last encounter with the banshee. He stopped dead in his tracks as he rounded the corner and saw someone in black robes nearing before a man dressed in a formal suit. Or rather that's what he looked like Marshall's senses told him only the robed figure was actually human. The man was something else entirely.
"I'm sorry my lord. The banshee must not have finished the job. I heard the scream of a young child, but the detectives stuff is gone. She must have defeated it somehow and escaped. Though she can't be more than a few years old," explained the robed figure.
"That is unacceptable. The Atwell's have kept me here for centuries and I will not allow Christine to use these detectives to seal me away again. As long as either are out and about they could pose a threat to my freedom. I don't care how old she is, so must be captured or eliminated."
Marshall found himself shaking in fright. He had assumed this was a run of the mill haunting not whatever that was. He was completely unprepared for something like this. The warm liquid he suddenly felt coming from his newly acquired penis and soaking into his diaper only served to underscore that fact. Nevertheless he had to do something before the two spotted him.