Breathing deeply Marcia forced herself to speak calmly, "No, I'm not a little girl. You can't scare me off. No matter what you do I'm going to keep trying to figure this out."
"You're certainly sure of yourself. But do you really think you can look around this spooky mansion like this? Wandering through all those pitch black rooms? Full of evil monsters?" it goaded.
"Yes!" Marcia replied resolve holding.
"And what will you do if you do if you figure out what is happening are you going to stop it all by yourself?" It said tapping its' hand on her chest, "A 3 year old girl all by herself?"
Shrinking a few more inches, Marcia's composure wavered, "Uh..I'll tell Rusty and he'll help me."
"Assuming he will understand a toddler's broken ramblings?" It asked now tapping on her mouth.
"Me talk good," Marcia insisted feebly.
"And why would anyone believe a little lady in soiled underwear?"
As the banshee's hand passed through her privates, Marcia suddenly felt an urgent pressure in her crotch and butt.