There was a man and he was coming home from a hurling match in Dublin. When he got off at Attauagh Rly. Stn he was coming along until he met a house. He went in and stayed there until the people were going to bed. He came along all night until he came to Coffey's Lane, where out rolled a bag of rags and up the hill it came after him. When he passed 'Whytes' he heard a voice and the next thing he saw was the gate opening