“It comes when moons are pale or red From out the valley of the dead; Its hair is black, its face is white, Its bright eyes star the shades of night— And wailing wild a weird refrain, It hovers past the window pane.”
–Latham Cornell Strong, “The Banshee” The Fresno Expositor, Thursday, Sept. 20, 1883
“Then the grim ghost-stories— Tales of headless ladies Wandering through the corridor When the twilight’s fled. Fumbling at the door is Some one fresh from Hades! Nothing could be horrider…”…