One nighr, about a year ago as my aunt, and my sister, and myself were going to a concert in Clonsilla we met a ghostly cyclist in Whitestown. There was a lighted lamp on front of his bicycle. He passed us by, and while he was passing he put out his lamp. He came so close to us that we had to stand up on the bank. While he was passing my aunt said "Good Night", but the cyclist did not answer. (W)Then we got off the bank and my aunt wished to go back to see who the cyclist was, but when we turned to go back, the cyclist had disappeared.
- Dymphna Carr
- Mulhuddart, Co. Dublin