F3 The Banshee

     She screamed like she always did, filling the air with a howl that made most people cringe and cover their ears. To me the sound was encouraging, something to be relished. Today there was no one around to discourage the Banshee from screaming, so I let her go to her heart's content. The wail echoed around the inside my garage until I hit the button.

      The door slid open. It was time to let the Banshee out. I put the her into gear, and gave her the gas. The engine shrieked as she always did even as the tires made their own shrill sound, spinning and spitting clouds of smoke as I tore out of the garage and driveway.
      My neighbor pumped his fist and yelled a curse I couldn't hear over the engine as I waved to him.