Death Veil: Scary Supernatural Horror with Monsters (Banshee S...

The harvest moon unveils a new terror…Benton Bertrand is a banshee, a supernatural harbinger of doom. Each night he is plagued by terrifying dreams, prophecies of death seen through the eye of killers. And this time, the face he sees in his nightmare is his own…After countless brushes with the paranormal, Benton returns home and struggles to reconnect with his parents. But his efforts to build a relationship with his estranged family are quickly overshadowed by another premonition of death. Something evil is stalking him. He can feel it watching, waiting, closing in.When the vicious spirit attacks his loved ones in their own home, Benton and his parents seek refuge with his friend Nicole, in the sacred lands of the Siksika reservation. There, the two teenagers and their families must confront a horrifying secret from the past, before the deadly ghost strikes again. And they’re running out of time.When the harvest moon rises, this evil entity will cross over into the land of the living, and take on a physical form. And it only needs one thing to complete its unholy ritual….Benton Betrand’s blood.

From the Inside Flap

"Logan, do you see that?" Dorothy's question instantly grabbed both father and daughter's attention. Cautious of the gathering sleet, Dorothy was already traveling at a far slower pace than the speed limit dictated. Gradually, she brought them to a crawl. Gravel crunched under the tires as they inched to a stop. They idled there, staring beyond the reach of the headlights. The night was dense and complete, like a sheet of black silk draped over the world. At first, Nicole couldn't see what had grabbed her mother's attention. She wasn't confused for long. A solitary patch of white disrupted the abyss. Nicole pressed herself against the bars. It was the like a living moonbeam, existing somewhere between solid mass and a trick of the light. The figure lurched closer to the car. Growing and morphing. "Angel," Logan asked in a whisper, eyes fixed on the stark white that was steadily taking on a human form. "What does the glittery purple on the Hitchhiking Ghost mean?" A burst of wind brought an onslaught of snow. A temporary whiteout that threatened to hide the creature from sight. "Corroborated but not personally seen," Nicole whispered in return. "And the penguin sticker?" Pain spiked through Nicole's fingers as she clutched the mesh. "Known killer." "That's comforting," Logan noted. In one swift motion, he slammed the binder and silently slid it onto the dashboard. At the same time, he rocked forward as far as his body would allow, reaching behind him to retrieve a handgun from his waistband. Dorothy cast a quick, disapproving glare at her husband before refocusing her attention on the slip of ghostly ivory. "That better be registered," she hissed. "Can you not cop right now?" Logan's deep voice rumbled like distant thunder. A stark contrast to the soft click of the safety being thumbed off. Silence descended upon them, made thick by anticipation. Nicole tried to be quiet, but there was no masking the sound of her seatbelt opening. Dorothy flinched at the sound. Her service weapon was in her hand a split second later. Nicole froze as her mother shot her a cold glare that said, Don't you dare move. The wind lowered, revealing the creature once again. It was now just beyond the rim of light, close enough that they could hear its muffled, dragging steps through the closed windows. Out of the corner of her eyes, Nicole watched her parents quickly throw a few hand gestures at each other. Sharp little movements that allowed them to form a plan of counter-attack in moments. It infuriated her that she wasn't able to understand it. Her annoyance was short lived. It died as the creature took its final step from the shadows. Nicole hurled herself at the door, jiggling the useless handle and smacking the glass when she remembered she was in the back seat of a police car. The door couldn't be opened from the inside. "Nicole!" Dorothy snarled. "It's Benton!" She rushed. "Mom, please, get my door. It's Benton!" The car rocked under her efforts to get out. Benton continued forward, his normally fair skin made pale as death by the cold. The part of him left with color was the deep blue of his lips. A mixture of mud and blood caked his feet, and his thin pajamas rattled in the wind. "He's going to freeze. Mom! Let me out," Nicole beseeched. "How the hell did he get all the way out here?" Logan asked. Moving in unison, the married couple lunged for their doors. It was more of an afterthought for Dorothy as she reached back and finally opened the back door. Nicole threw her body against the door, shoving it open far faster than Dorothy had anticipated, and hit the ground in a flat-out sprint. She dodged her mother's grasping hand and ignored her father's demands to stay back. All that mattered was getting to Benton before frostbite took its toll. Stripping her jacket off, she cut in front of Benton. He didn't seem to know that she was there, walking straight into her a few times before coming to the conclusion that he couldn't go any further. Then he just stood there, staring straight ahead with unseeing eyes, his facial features slack. Nicole hurriedly wrapped her coat around his shoulders. A recent growth spurt had eliminated the difference in their heights. While she now matched his height, his broad shoulders still kept the jacket from being a perfect fit, forcing her to tug sharply in an attempt to get the zipper closed. The cold prickled her bare fingers. It didn't compete with the pure ice of his skin. "Benton." His eyelids hung over his dazed, unfocused grey eyes. They didn't see her. Didn't seem to see anything. "Benton!" After a moment, she tried again, putting the full force of her lungs into the shout. He didn't even flinch. Giving up on the zipper, she hurriedly rubbed his arms, trying to work some warmth back into him. He still wouldn't respond but began to tremble. Relief almost buckled Nicole's knees. Shivering's good, she reminded herself as the trembling turned violent. Shivering means he's not hypothermic. She called his name over and over. Statically, he came around on the eighth repetition. A burning lump of terror began to sizzle behind her ribs when she reached her twelve repeats and he still didn't show any signs of looking at her. "Nicole, get back here," Logan ordered. Nicole cupped Benton's frozen cheeks. "Benton it's me." "Now, Nicole!" Ignoring her father, she jerked his head around until he was forced to look at her, hoping that the sharp motion would snap him out of his daze. It didn't work. Get him warm! Her brain screamed the command, and she hated herself for wasting time. He must have already been walking for hours. "Come on. Let's get in the car." He didn't move. Carefully curling an arm around his back, she urged him forward. "It's nice and warm in there." Benton rocked on his feet, making no attempt to catch himself as the motion threatened to tip him over. Finally, he moved, his jaw dropping as he sucked in a deep breath. Her stomach plummeted into her feet. "Get down!" she screamed. Finely honed reflexes had Logan leaping for one side of the road, tumbling down the incline and out of sight. Dorothy performed the same motion on the opposite side. Each one trusted their daughter to follow, but there wasn't time. Benton's lips pulled back from his teeth. He swelled and the muscles of his jaw drew taut. Nicole dropped. Pain shot through her ribs and down her stomach as she collided with the road. The sharp edges of gravel nicked her bare flesh. She had barely landed by the time the stones began to tremble. A Banshee's wail cracked over her. Not just a sound, but a physical force. It crushed her down like a slab of steel, compressing the air from her lungs and squeezing her skull like a vice. Vibrations pulsated through the air and ground alike. Chunks of rock were ripped from the ground, some jumping where they were, while others were flung through the air. Somewhere within the ear-splitting scream was the crunch and squeal of metal. Droplets of blood trickled from her ears to curl along her jawline. Fire exploded behind her eyes. Her brain seemed to liquefy within her skull as the sound warped her bones. Gasping for air, she tried to drag herself to the side, knowing from experience that the screams were bearable beyond the line of fire. She could barely lift her fingers.

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