"Sorry dearie this is for your own good," the banshee said soothingly as it drifted towards her.
"What do you mean?" Marcia responded backing away only to trip over her boots and fall hard on her butt.
Reaching a spectral hand through her head, "See you're not going to be able to stop what's coming. It really is best you let me help."
Feeling lightheaded, Marcia was distracted from the banshee by a sudden awareness of how dark the hallway was. Who knows what could be lurking there waiting to get her. It could be monsters, or kidnappers, or even big hairy spiders!
Shivering, Marcia felt the banshee hand withdraw, "What did you do to me?"
"Just gave you a more realistic viewpoint. Now you see it's far too scary for you here, right?"
Struggling against her newfound fears, Marcia...