My name is Marcia Caldwell
I am 4 years old
Please call my mommy Jennifer Caldwell if found
With her actual mother's contact information provided, Marcia really hoped that the banshee's changes only applied to her. Speaking of changes, Marcia pulled up the front of the dress and saw that she was officially demoted to training pants.
"Now now. Ladies shouldn't be flashing their underwear," said a melodic voice.
Looking back up to the banshee, she saw that it was now smiling warmly at her. There was no hint in its' face of the rage that should be driving its' existence. More than that now that she was taking the time to look at the face, Marcia realized it closely resembled Christine.
"It's OK no need to be afraid. You will be safe now."
"I'm not scared," Marcia started cringing at how pathetic the words sounded in her little, squeaky voice, "What do you mean safe now?"
"Well obviously no one would let a child stay here. So you'll be sent somewhere safe before the full moon starts. Once that begins everyone here will be doomed."
"Why what's going to happen?" Marcia asked.
The banshee patted her head and said, "Sorry dearie. You don't need to worry about the Manor anymore. Now you better run along and find someone to take you somewhere more suitable for a little lady. Hopefully I will be able to help others like you before it is too late."
With that the banshee turned and began floating down the hall. Climbing to her feet, Marcia was flummoxed. She had never heard of a benevolent banshee and definitely needed to know what it was trying to 'protect' her from. But how was she supposed to get that information?