There is a big fort in Bannixtown, a townland between Cloneen and Killusty. A man went down through the opening in the center, and was never seen again. Every Christmas Eve night all the animals gather into it for shelter. Once a poor man passing the way, took shelter for the night in the fort, and in the morning found himself miles away from it. It is said that forts were kings homes long ago, and afterwards used by the fairies.