All my life I wanted a metaphysical or paranormal experience...

And on the night my mother lay in her deathbed, the Banshee appeared....

My mother was breathing her last and I went out the backdoor to the mist covered lawn and there was the Banshee, the Harbinger of Death....

And it spent the next 25 minutes coughing, hacking, squeaking out raspy apologies, blathering about allergies and NEVER GETTING TO THE DAMNED PROCLAMATION!

My mum was dead 15 minutes before this idiot coughed out its final apology and slinked off.