I live in Ireland. There is the belief of a banshee here with some of the older generations. The tales are different depending on who you speak to about it. My grandparents on my moms side, are very religious folk. They told me a few stories when i was young about 10 ish years ago. They didn't swear on it like someone who experienced it would, they simply glossed over it like it was as true as their religious beliefs.

My grandmothers side of the family all claim to have heard it multiple times over their life. "I heard it for the first time when i was a young girl." i can recall her saying. She mentions that she was at a family friend's who was very ill, and that once they passed away, they could hear her in the distance. She then tells me I think two other instances where this has happened. After these other stories i ask her what she sounds like and she said "It sounds like a mother mourning the loss of her child".

Anyway soon after that instant i remember joking around outside at a friend's house at like 2am. We joke about shouting "Banshee" three times (its believed she will follow you if you do). We got spooked out a bit but nothing ever came of it. What Im saying here, is the memory was pretty fresh in my mind.

Fast forward maybe a week probably two. Im at home in bed, its a summer night maybe around 12-1 in the morning. Im like 12 years old but staying up and on my phone or some shit. All of a sudden i get this really uneasy feeling and get a bit chilly. Now, my bedroom window is at the back of my house. It faces a field that slowly ascends for about the length of a football field. As i said i just became uneasy and cold, and Im about to get up and open the curtains when i hear it.

It was the most blood curdling scream/wail I've ever heard coming from the top of that field. But it wasn't like in the movies, the uneasy feeling i was talking about? That developed into emotion. If anyone of you has ever heard a woman who has lost her child, and got that pit of sickness in your stomach (i got it a few years later seeing a mother of a friend burying her son) you will.know that i mean. I felt both terrified and just.. I cant explain it. It was bright before i got to sleep.

I was awoke by my mom qt some stage. She told me my granduncle had passed away last night. I got a lump in my throat. I never brought it up to anyone since.

What i heard, i can't be for sure. But that's the best way to describe it. I apologise if i phrased this all horribly, i never really share stories.