Chapter 18

Never piss off a banshee

I pressed the "Print" button and heard the sheets slide out of the printer, which was standing somewhere behind me. Ole got down from the stool, got some sheets for me, and returned to his perch.

I borrowed Ole's pen and started translating whatever words I could make out. Once I did that, I used context clues to translate the words I was sure of. Thirty minutes later, with a huge headache, I pieced together a story written two hundred and forty years ago, even though the events in that story seemed to have taken place long before the story was written. 

The story was about a witch who was worried about her newborn. Children disappeared in the village, and she was afraid for her daughter. A protective enchantment was set up to seal her tiny house in the woods.

Waking up one morning, the mother found that the crib was empty and the charms had been destroyed. She looked everywhere for her child, but she never foun