For a wistful moment, he was born to me. Eyes closed and never to open. My mother still claims he cried...

I shouldn't have looked!

In the hour of night, when sleep evades and conscience, a nightmare. It's never just misgivings. If the hounds cry... innately humanoid, it's always them.

The ones who called to me and took his life instead of mine.

Never look over your shoulders or through windows when darkness meets quiet. For if your sight falls on the glowing men, with red skin and claws that drag to the floor. Death shall be a constant haunting.

Zareef Daian claims to have encountered a wailing Banshee. This tale was inspired by that event among others.