The following remarkable Ghost Story has often been told to me by different people:- Many years

She asked the monk if he had said anything to the ghost. He said he had not. The old woman said that if she was able to walk she would talk to the ghost. A young servant man said he would carry her out. He got a sheet and put the woman into it and went out to the ghost. When the man that was eating the nuts saw him coming, he thought it was the man with the sheep. Did you get her? said the tailor. "I did" said the servant. He threw down the old woman and ran off. The woman was so frightened that she ran as fast as she could.
Above story collected from Ned Connaughton, 83 yrs, Tample, Gurteen, Woodlawn. He heard the story from Nicholas Finn, 40 years ago. Nicholas Finn was 45 years at that time. Matthias Finn, a brother of Nicholas Finn, told this story, at a competition in Kansas City, U.S.A. He told it in Irish and got a prize for it.

A Ghost StoryI got the following Ghost Story from my father Thomas Faulkner, who heard it from an old man, Francis McCabe, who lived at the Trean, and died in 1922 aged 92. Francis was 16 years of age when the event occurred. I will tell the story in the old man's words."Many long years ago there lived in Rathesker Castle a family by the name of Foster. They were notorious in their time as Priest hunters and many a poor priest in the Penal Days had to run for his life and he in the middle of the holy Mass, when the word would come from people who were in guard that the Priest Hunters were coming. The old people always said that those Fosters when they

There was an old house in Ballymulvey where all the children used to go hear stories which the old woman of the house told. One night there was frost on the ground and all the children were in the house listening to a story which the woman was telling. The old woman was telling them about a Ghost with an ass's head, which used travel Ballymulvey on certain nights and frighten all the people. In the room where the woman was telling the story there was only a candle to show light, which one of the children was holding. Everyone in the room was listening to the story with great story with great attention, when outside came a clop of something walking. The clop was getting louder and louder and the steps were coming nearer to the window. Every body in the room got very frightened, they thought it was the Ghost with the ass's head and feet. The noise was beside the window and there came a knock on the window. Everyone's eyes turned towards the window and they saw a big ass's head which was knocking with its head against the window. All in the room screamed with fright for they thought it

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A true story about a ghost seen at Ard Ban, a lonesome spot near Effishmore, Clonmany, about fifty years ago according t a story told by an old man named John Jackson Effishmore. This man was driving cattle in the middle of the night. As he was in the habit of keeping grazing cattle during the summer months, at this particular spot. John knew he was to meet the ghost so, he blessed himself, took out his sodality medal and drove on the cattle. All of a sudden the cattle stood and in front of them stood a very tall man remarkably tall. He drove

A Ghost Story
this is a ghost story which my grandfather told my father who told it to me.
Once upon a timer there was a man in his parish who had a large potato garden. Every morning when he went to see his potatoes there would be some of them gone. This night he said he would go to his potato garden, bring a bottle of whisky and a stick with him, and watch to see what was happening them. Sure enough he went.
He took a drink of the whisky and when he saw the ghost coming he ran towards him with his stick.
the ghost hit him and turned his head back. the ghost said that if he came in the name of God he would tell him his story, but as he did not he turned his head back. It is said that his head remained backwards until he died.

Once upon a time. I heard a ghost story in was about a man who was coming home about one o'clock in the morning As he was coming up a hill where there was supposed to be a ghost he saw him before some object on the road. He thought it was a sheep on the side of the road. He had a lamp on his bicycle and he went over and looked at the object as he thought it was a sheep on its back, and the more he looked at the object the more it was changing. So he got up his bicycle and rode away. There was supposed to be something seen at the place as some people often saw it. This is a true ghost story.

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.

barracks till the end of the eighteenth century. Lord Bastlereagh who was mainly responsible for passing the Act of Union stayed there for a night. He told the story of seeing a ghost in his bedroom which was believed by his officers and soldiers. Another story about a ghost having been seen on many occasions is related down to the present day. A grand military ball was being held which was attended by the officers and gentry for miles around. During the ball one of the officers became jealous of his wife and in a fit of frenzy threw her across the banister of the stairs and she was killed on the flagstones underneath. This lady was dressed in green for the occasion of the ball, and the apparition of the “Green Lady” appeared to the people for years afterwards.

My grandfather told me the following ghost story last Saturday night. He lives in our house. He is 91 years old, and can remember many things that happened long ago. This is what happened to himself once upon a time, when he was a young boy of about 30 years.
I know of a ghost story of this district. This is the story as follows:-
Once upon a time my grand-father was going on a visit to Easkey. He brought the horse and cart with him. When he was gone five or six miles, a big turkey cock came out from the side of the road. After a while the turkey cock turned into a big cat. He jumped up on the cart. He was as heavy as the horse could not carry him.
The man stopped to feed the horse, and the cat jumped down

There is a funny story told and it is supposed to have happened in Boher Cemetry. A young man in the neighbourhood did not believe any ghost story so his companions arranged between them to make him afraid. One night an old man died and a number of these young fellows made the grave. There were skulls of some of the family that were buried several years before that taken up ad put aside. the boys arranged

and tightened the blind on the little kitchen window. Then he sat down again, lighted his pipe and remained for a full minute lost in thought. At last he spoke "Well, Jim," says he, "I'm afraid you're too young to tell you the true story of that same "coal"". "So you be afraid at night?" says he. I told him that I don't as daddy always warned me not to believe anything I was told about ghosts or spirits. "Then," says he, "I'll tell you the story although its a bit agin' my conscience."
"Some sixty or eighty years ago there lived away far back in Mayo a young man that murdered his wife. It was never found out on him. It was thought by the neighbours that she died from natural causes. But from the day she was laid in her grave her spirit haunted the rascal night and day. He was witherin' away to nothing and the kind neighbours thought that it was grievin' for the dead wife he was. He wouldn't even tell it in confession. But when it was goin hard on him he told this one and that one about a ghost at was hauntin' him. One knowledgable man advised him to take his passage for America and that the ghost couldn't follow him across the water. This he did but he wasn't one night on board ship when the ghost appeared to him again and haunted him worse than ever. He wasn't gettin' peace or ease night, noon or morn. He landed in America but the ghost was at his elbow, sleeping and waking. At long last someone told him about a priest in America that had a great office

The Ghost
Sally and James Dorien were man and wife and they lived in a small cottage.Sally had a lot of fine bowls of which she was very proud. One morning James had a great story to tell his comrades of how the devil had come in the night and how he had got the gun and fired a shot and how the devil had taken himself off to the place where he had come from in a great fright. But that was not the true story; the true one was that Sally and James had been wakened by a noise outside and on looking out they saw a ghost but it was no ghost it was only a man with a sheet round

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

with his blackthorn stick and the ghost with something like a stave. Every stroke Seán sent home fell as if on a pack of wool; still he "belted" right and left and every stroke given Seán by the ghost hurt to his very soul, yet he carried on and as there was a coat of snow on the ground the slush and weight if his boots made him very tired. He fought on and getting weaker every moment he was near on the point of collapsing when the moon shot out a bright gleam by which Seán had seen something where the ghosts' head should be about the size of a goose egg. With a well- aimed blow Seán struck the object and the ghost let one yell saying " you have beat me alive and now you have beat me dead" after which he vanished like smoke, leaving Seán the victor of a five-hour battle. Next day when the field was visited where the fight took place, there were Seán's boot marks all over the field but no track of the ghost. Seán felt very tired and sore all over his body but was himself again in a few days.
I got the above story from Mr. Sylvester Maguire of Urbal Barr, Ballinaglera, Co. Leitrim who very kindly wrote it down for me. James Healy told him this story for fact as he knew Seán personally.

The Ghost of Slievenakilla Lodge (Contd)lawn from the county road. Once on the Co. road, Owen got his arms into the rope and got his hay home in spite of the ghost whose yells and shouts awakened all the residents of the place. Owen's encounter was the last public appearance of the spirit; perhaps he wanders still around but he has not much to watch now.
This story was told by Francis Mc Gourty in Boston City, U.S.A. to Pat Durkin of Urball Barr, Ballinaglera, Co. Leitrim from whom Sylvester Maguire of Urball Barr heard the story. Mr. Maguire kindly wrote it down for me. I am indebted to him for many stories in this book.

My father gave me the following story.In Francis Bohan's field in the townland of Drumgowna there was a ghost seen very often.Every time it appeared it was in the shape of a hand with a Rosary beads in it.A number of people gathered with a priest to question the ghost and after than it was never seen again.An Old Story
My father gave me this story and it is true.A young boy named John McCartin

A Story
About one hundred years ago there lived in the village of Rossmore, Ballineen, Co. Cork a woman who it was said killed her husband and family by turning them in their home. After she had died it was said she haunted the district between Rossmore and Ahiohill sometimes in the form of a sow. One night a man was going home from a card party when he met the sow. It began to haunt him so he thought of a story which was told to him that steel would keep this class of ghost away so he got out his penknife and swung it to and fro between him and the sow, keeping it at bay. When nearing his house he jumped a high fence to escape and the sow let three yells when it could not get over the fence. The man went to bed and never left it dying in about a week after. All the people of the locality were afraid to venture abroad at night fearing they would meet the ghost. Another night a man went for a priest to administer to a sick person. When he got to the Priest's house the Priest man was afraid to go out saying might meet the ghost. The Priest said to come along

Garrienderk is a townland situated about 1½ miles from Ráth-luirch. The old way of spelling the district was, Garryderk. There was about 30 houses in Garrienderk long ago now there are only 21 houses there. There are about 5 men over 70 there. They cannot speak Irish. One of there men is my Grand-Uncle. He once told me a story about a ghost and himself.
The Story of a Ghost.
One winters night when he was coming home from a wake of some woman of the district that was dead. He was walking along a double-

A Ghost StoryThis story is about a man whose father was after dying. He had a horse. Its name was Roche. He was a great hunter and he took him out of the stable and went to tell his friends that his father was dead. He had to pass one uncle's house to get to his other friends and he told his friends that lived in the first house of the death.
He went to tell his other uncle, but he had to pass a bridge when a man was killed. It was said that a ghost appeared here every night at ten o'clock. It was after ten o'clock when he reached this place and the horse stopped and would not go