Forges
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day listening to him telling Ghost stories.
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Folklore
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and he took the other man with him to his house until he recovered so now we see it is bad enough to tell Ghost stories and tell the truth.
Banshee
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especially at wakes. But as the old people are dying, very few now can tell ghost stories or fairy tales.
A True Ghost Story
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There is a Story told about a young priest who delighted in gathering children around and telling ghost stories. It was often said that the children would not go to bed after hearing them they were so much afraid.
This night he was telling ghost stories to a family named Humphries and the old gentleman of the house told him about a ghost that used to appear at a certain graveyard at midnight in the shape of a dog. The priest did not believe him and old Mr Humphries bet him £5 that he would not pass the graveyard between the hour of midnight and one o clock.
Scéal V
“About a quarter of a mile from our home in Kilmaley is the townland of Gurtaganniv.”
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badly that the shock made him a semi-invalid for life. His nephew, another James McGuerney, was Captain of the Kilmaley Volunteers during both the Tan and Civil Wars. He was frequently out at late at night removing guns, preparing ambushes, and while he would unquestionably have companions with him on these operations he would have to return to his house alone and he never met a ghost or a fairy. One reason why I am recording these stories now is that the I.R.A. have killed all believe in the supernatural and people who used to delight in telling ghost stories thirty years ago are ashamed to mention them now.
Local Heroes
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Daniel Bergin, Clonagooden, Borris-in-Ossory was a famous story-teller; people came from far and near to listen to his stories of some famous men or ghost stories.
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“One night Peter McKenna came to our house.”
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He began to tell ghost stories one of which was about Barney McKenna. This Barney used to live in the townland
Games I Play
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these month we can have plenty of enjoyment in the house. When the ramblers gather in at night they sit around a cosy bright warm fire, of Irish peat with a nice clean hearth. There is an old proverb:- "A clean hearth a bright fire and an old tale"
They tell stories of olden times and they also tell ghost stories. I like stories very much especially those told about ghost and abut the bitter hard times that the long-suffering Gael had during the cruel harsh, Penal-Laws and about the famine and plague that followed.
If there is ice on a pond we amuse ourselves in sliding and skating thereon. If there is snow we fling snow-balls at each other and make snow men. I would love to watch the gradual beginning of the storm. A few feathery flakes sail
The Friarstown Ghost
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The Friarstown Ghost.The Division amongst tenants of the lands known as Friarstown just across the river from Dromahair and the subsequent demolition of the old residence thereon revived us night forgotten stories of bye-gone owners.
Many of those old stories are gruesome. The best remembered and most-oft'-told tales concerns the ghost that walks nightly in the great drawing room of the old residence. The existence of this nocturnal visitor has never doubted. Down the different generations children and grown-up people have listened wide-eyed as the narrators have related how this troubled spirit was heard
The Leohnaugh Man who Was Dumb and Deaf
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There once lived a man in Leohnaugh who was from his childhood a very good Irish speaker and lived all alone in a small hut. Everyone came to hear fairy stories from him. They were always welcome and though they heard good stories the visitors were never satisfied with them. Every night after bedtime the house was seen to be afire. Everyone told the poor man who was always in good health.
On night as he was telling a ghost story about a woman who was then dead he lost his speech and hearing and was uncurable. He was motionless for some days and nights. People looked at him and thought him dead. He was prepared for burial but when he was been coffined a woman stood on the breast plate of the coffin and ordered his release. The man woke up and proceeded with his ghost story. Ever since then the house is known to be haunted. The man lived for over a hundred years was never know to be ill in his long life. He also
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“Long ago the old people used believe that there was ghosts there nowadays...”
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Long ago the old people used believe that there was ghosts there. Nowadays the people would laugh at you if you said you saw a ghost. Every night the old people used to sit around the fire telling stories about ghosts and the young people who heard them telling the stories used get nervous and one of them would not go outside the door when it would be dark. One night James Connell was coming home from his "cuard" about eleven o' clock. It was a moonlight night. He was alone and had to pass by a supposed haunted place named Drumdigus Castle.
He saw an object at a distance and thought it was a ghost. It appeared very high. He got afraid and thought to turn back. So he picked up courage and faced it.
As he approached it he asked who was there but got no reply. When he passed by he found out it was a dummy man with a bundle of rods on his back.
Duleek Ghost Stories
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Duleek Ghost Stories
There are many ghost stories told about Duleek. There is a ghost at Weldon’s old house on the Abbey Road and it is told that there was a priest riding by, and the horse dies and he fell to the ground, and when the priest fell to the ground unconscious the priest dies in an hour. The marks of the horse’s hoofs are marked on the wall and a cross and a stone with blood stains on it.
There is a bush growing beside this mark, and a man cut this bush, and when he was cutting it he cut the fingers off himself, and he dies not long after. His name was Thomas Connor. Every night there is a ghost there ever since. That bush is to be seen there, and whoever cuts that bush would not live long after it.
Local Ghosts
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Local Ghosts
Ghost stories are told in nearly every house in the country. Some people claim to have seen ghosts; others tell of stories they heard about them and even enlarge the tale in order to make it more thrilling. The following are some of the best known local ghost stories.
Mr. Jack O'Hare saw a light crossing the main Dublin-Slane road several times during his life. Many people say this is Jack o' the Lantern but it is not definitely known. One night at about twelve o'clock. Mr. O'Hare was walking on the road near the place where the light crosses when suddenly a great dog rushed out of the ditch and commenced barking and growling viciously at him. After being ordered away several times the dog entered one of the Sicily fields and almost immediately he disappeared.
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“There are two kitchens on our house and a couple of men used to come in to one of the kitchens and tell stories.”
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There are two kitchens on our house and a couple of men used to come in to one of the kitchens and tell stories.
One night they were telling ghost stories and talking about the mystery man and when one of the men was going home on his bike, he saw a tall man walking along beside him and still as he went along he thought he was growing taller with the fright, and as fast as he could go he went but the tall man kept up to him so when he reached home, he threw his bike again the wall, and ran in and slapped the door and he had to sit down for some time before he could go to bed so that finished the ghost stories
Composition - Nightly Visiting in the Country
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is at his best at fairy tales, yarns, ghost stories and accounts of his own experiences.In the townland of Ardragh some years ago there was a famous Seanchaidhe named Martin Gartlan. One time at a wake in the house of a neighbour named Gartlan also, he told stories without stopping from eight o'clock in the evening till eight o'clock the following morning. His stories were mostly about dealing, and fairs, and his experiences when in U.S.A.Another famous storyteller of that district was 'Ould Hughie' whose full name was Hugh Brennan. He excelled at ghost stories and often times on a winter's night when he would have been on his Céilidhe in a neighbour's house and had been
Ghost Stories
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Ghost -Stories
There are many ghost stories about Ballyjamesduff. Here are some about thing that have been seen and are known to be true.
The dead-coach is one of the oldest stories. The coach was invisible, but the noise of the wheels, could be heard between twelve and one o'clock going from one end of the town to the other end. It was only heard when some
A Story
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There was an old house Knock-brack in which a ghost inhabited. There were many stories connected with the ghost. Once when the people of the house were eating their supper the knives and forks were lifted off the table another time a group of people dressed in black entered the house and went out again through the wall. They left the house and built another. No one ever bought that house and the family heard afterwards that a man named Gaston was killed there and the murderer was never found.
Scéalaí
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There was an old story teller named Patsy Walsh living in our village about a hundred years ago. Every night he used to go to a certain house where there would be a growd gathered around the fire listening to the stories he used to relate. Mostly ghost stories he used to tell. Some of the young lads of the of village would be
Local Stories
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There is an old man living near me and he often tells me ghost stories. He said there was a young man long ago in this part of the country and he was very fond of card-playing. One night he was coming home and he had the cards in his pocket. He passed a gap and then a barrel rolled after him. He stopped and the barrel stopped. Then he walked till he came to a
Ghost Story
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Something about half a century ago in South Cork the "Scoriugheacht" was very common.
The houses most frequently visited were those of people who were popular and especially good story-tellers.
Ghost and Fairy stories, were very common and children after having listened to some of these stories dreaded retiring to a dark room at bedtime.
Quite convenient to the school where I served my monitorship lived a a farmer whose name was Tade Halloran. Now Tade was famous for telling ghost stories chiefly of his own make-up, and generally descriptive of his own experience of encounters with ghosts. From constantly repeating these stories he came to believe after some time that the stories were true.