Keen

The moon was in the last crescent that night, and the trees' branches bent as shadowed claws on the path he was walking. A mournful, melancholy cry broke the dead of night. He sped up his pace, his heart on his throat.

Following nights, he obsessively overthought about an old Irish man's words and dreamt of a crying woman, with light hear and red eyes, as she had done nothing else.

The night he committed suicide a macabre discovery was waiting for police. He had doodled house's walls with these words:" If you hear the Banshee's song you'll be dead soon".