"Wait!" Marcia shouted as she stumbled after the banshee struggling to adjust to her new legs and clunky boots.
Stopping and turning back, the banshee said, "I'm not kidding dearie. You should get going there's a lot of danger here especially for a child."
"But I'm not really a child. You can't expect me to just run away. I'm not scared of the supernatural," Marcia insisted.
"That is true. You are far too brave for your own good. I thought reducing someone would be enough to get them running for safety."
"Exactly so how about you tell me what's happening? Then if you could turn me back to normal I might be able to help."
The banshee stared at her for a moment and then...