It was a cold dark stormy night towards the end of December. Pat Casey who lived in Carlanstown was returning from the fair of Kells He had sold all his cattle and got a good price and got drunk. He found it rather hard to find his way along the dark road. So he thought he would take a short cut throught the fields. As he was going along he thought he heard a strange noise in the ditch. He stood to listen but could hear nothing, only the wind. He started off again and he had not gone very far when he heard the noise again. He stood to listen and to light his pipe but could not hear it. He started off again. It sounded like a cat. At first he thought it was in the next field and did not mind. As he went along he told himself that it was because he was drunk he heard those queer noises. Then suddenly there came a shriek and a cry. Poor Pat, did not know what to do. He looked around but could not see anything. He started to run but he could only stagger because he was not sober. At last he got home at a very late hour and he was told that an old friend of his had been around the house the banshee.