One very dark winter's night there was a man named Martin Culleton coming from Grange. He started to walk down the hill of the Tokar and he thought he never left the road.
After a while he felt himself walking up against a ditch. He turned around and walked down a piece and found himself inside a gate.
The gate was shut and from that day he never could find out how he got into the field.
- James Colfer
- Haggard, Co. Wexford