Originally penned in 2011, the Birthday Banshee creeps up to its victim on the night before his/her birthday, lights the Four Candles of the Birthdayocalypse atop of a clumsily-made baked slab, and eerily stares at said victim… and stares… and stares… and stares some more until he/she wakes up to an extraordinarily exhausted bloodshot (almost comatose) banshee at the foot of the bed - by that time, the long-extinguished candles would’ve burnt off the banshee’s birthday hat and created a new layer of candle wax over the baked slab. Happy Birthday.