I have always called this thing a Bloody Banshee in my own head. It was over 30 years ago when I was between the ages of three and five. There was a room in our house that my mother tells me no one else would stay in but me. I am guessing at the time no one really cared about the opinion of a four year old baby boy.
I've always been haunted at night. I get shivers in the dark, seem to see things that have happened before and used to do quite a bit of ghost hunting when I was a teenager. This just happens to be the one thing I can not explain or track down any information about.
We had a typical San Fernando Valley backyard, but not at night when my "Blood Banshee" was about. Her arrival was always announced by this horrible sound. Almost like a screaming steam engine hissing and burning. I would know she was coming. If I looked out of my window the normal landscaping would be changed. There would be desert and the swirling and coloring of a sunset as far as I could see.
Sometimes you could hear her before you saw her and sometimes you saw her on the horizon before you heard her. Just wailing and screaming as she made her way to my back window. She was all fire red. Cape, Body and to an even deeper extent, her eyes. She would yell and scream at me all night long. "Let me in!" "What's your name?" Even worse were the times when she would try to reason with me nicely.
Even at my age I could see the rage in the background and I knew that if I didn't get her what she wanted her anger would be even worse then before. Sometimes she would hit the house so hard the whole thing would shake. Often I would not get any any sleep at all because she would stay until right before sunrise.