The Banshee was the newest club in town, a rave joint full of loud music and young adults flailing to it. Each night was a new experience, live bands, DJ's and tons of different types of music were showcased here. The outside looked like a plain old warehouse, grey, dingy with a single neon sign above the main doorway that read "Banshee".

The inside however was something completely different. A mass of lights and neon signs lit up the place, the lights shifted with the music for quite an impressive light show. Cages hung from the ceiling about ten feet off the dance floor, the bars glowing with neon paint against the ultraviolet lights. Inside were specially chosen dancers to show off their skills. The cages would lower after an hour and invite in a new dancer.

The DJ was up on a stage which was large enough to allow for live acts on Saturday and Sunday nights. Speakers around the entire club never let the music die down and one had to scream to be heard by the person a few feet away.

The bar ran the entire length of one wall, black leather top with  a chrome grip bar, chrome and leather stools there and a few matching booths around the wall on the other side of the club. Washrooms, telephones (good luck hearing anyone) and a dressing room for bands are behind the stage.

At the front of the club is the usual set of bouncers, leading into a lobby with a cloakroom, a small tattoo and piercing parlor and of course a gift shop where one can get all the Banshee t-shirts, glow sticks and other merchandise their heart desires.

Up a spiral set of stairs were offices and the VIP lounge, all hidden from prying eyes by a wall of black glass. One inside could see out thanks to the flashing lights in the club but it was impossible for those down there to see in.


Saturday and Sunday nights: Live bands
Monday through Friday: Techno night, Heavy metal, Goth, Punk and Alternative not necessarily in that order.  

--Last edited by Bellisa Damita on 2008-07-25 15:15:04 --

*The cover is steep compared to some clubs in the area, $25 a person. There however doesn't seem to be many that turn away from it, the crowd looks mostly legal and ID's are being checked at the door.

The feel of the place is gritty, though the club itself isn't dirty just the fact that it's in a warehouse and in an almost abandoned spot of the city draws the kids in. Afterall, with their Mommies and Daddies not understanding them... they have to find a place to fit.

The Banshee IS that place...where everyone can fit. Where you can go to feel dirty, naughty, wrong. It's a state of mind really... getting away from your too perfect life. Yes that oh so bothersome life that other people would kill to have but you can't possibly be happy in. Come to the Banshee where your drugs of choice can be found, where your pain tolerance can be tested and where you can be one of the many cattle who thinks they're Unique or different.

Please join our little circus, lose yourself nightly to the greater scheme of things, be of use to the things that go bump in the night. Of course the rumors of darkness lurking and stealing the young from the clubs to feed their immoral and immortal souls are just rumors right? HA! That only makes them flock faster to this place, the thought of something unknown and wholly dark.

Yes, yes, please do join our little freak show and don't forget to buy one of our "Immoral Immortal" t-shirts. They're all the rage along with our come hither lip gloss in blood red.

This place is like an amusement park without the rides... dark and deep with the chance to lose oneself...perhaps forever. Ha ha. Having faith isn't always believing in the light. *