😱My Ghost Adventures

Glenshelane Woods, Co. Waterford

Road to Mount Melleray Abbey, Glenshelane Woods, Waterford.

I do genealogy, and I have lots of convicts in the family tree. So when I am back in Ireland, I do a bit of snooping. On this particular day, we had been in Waterford, and I found a land title to a relative, and so we went for a drive to see if we could find it.

The land was near Mount Melleray Abbey in Co. Waterford, and so I took the road from Dungarvan to make the most of it as such a pretty drive to Cappoquin. As I was driving, Hubby was dozing in the front seat as he had made a night of it at the hotel and was feeling it that morning.

I saw it when I got to a part of the road where the trees are starting to cover the road a bit with a canopy. A black form that was misty or shadowy, tall, could almost be like the top half of a person standing about 80 metres ahead on my left, just beyond the trees in a clearing. Lord knows how I saw the thing, but I did. I kept my eye on it, then on the road, watching it just standing there. As soon as I was really closer to it, the thing flew from the area it was in and then in front of the car. I slammed on the breaks, and watched it disappeared to my right up a small hill through the trees.

Hubby woke swearing his head off, screaming at me as to what was I doing? How lucky no one behind us and bla-bla-bla. I told him what had just happened, and he said I couldn’t stop in the road like that, ignoring what I just saw. I calmly said, with gritted teeth, that I was bloody frightened. He continued to ignore what I said so I continued with the drive, but I couldn’t get that thing out of my mind about what I saw in the mid-morning of the day.

As I took off, I kept looking back in my rearview mirror to see if it would appear; however, it never. On the way back from searching where my ancestors lived, I kept an eagle eye out for that black mist thing. But it never showed up. I wonder to this day as to what was? Whatever it was, it was extremely scary looking and had a menacing feel to it, that is something for certain I can say.

Roundwood House, Co Laois

Roundwood House

Friends of ours from Spain came over for a holiday to Ireland and we had the best time. Hubby and I took them to some pretty special places and this was one. We were on way back to Dublin after hitting Kerry and this was special bed and breakfast. Roundwood House, in Co. Laois (Leesh) built in 1731, and has a great history throughout its time, but not as flamboyantly during the 1950, 60’s and 70’s with the renown socialite and muse, Henrietta Moraes.

Included in our stay was the deal of an 11 course meal. The men were up for it, but my girlfriend and I looked at that in a kind of horror.

Anyway, Hubby and I were given a large room with two single beds and we gave the queen to our friends on the top floor. The hosts, Hannah and Paddy were fantastic and showed us around and then proceeded to start their dinner as they had a full house for the dinner. We went for a walk around the grounds and came in for a cuppa tea and a quick chat with Hannah.

So before dinner, we all took a little rest and when it was near time to come down for dinner, Hubby, who is not known for directions and being a “ten-second-Tom” said he would go upstairs and see how our friends were getting on. Our Friends are on the third floor and Hubby actually went up one flight of stairs and knocked on a door and entered before anyone could say, “Come in” and surprised not only himself, but a couple staying in the house having sex. He exited quickly, ran up another flight of stairs and he found our friends.

When he returned, he told of what happened and I was feeling embarrassed for the couple and said to hubby what will you do at dinner? The look on his face at the thought of sitting with a couple who he busted having sex horrified him.

But turned out we had a dinner table to ourselves and the other guests sat behind us with another table of patrons. The only thing was Hubby had to swap seats with our Spanish friend so he never faced the guy, who kept staring at him. That dinner was delicious, hilarious and long. Thank god for the wine. We never finished until 11pm and even our friends were full and tired. We finished and headed for bed.

Our room was quite hot and so I opened one of the sash windows to let a breeze in. Looking outside, it was so dark, with no moon and only the light from our bedroom shining down onto the gravel driveway that was in front of this manor house gave any indication as to the outside being there. I also noticed that everything around us was exceedingly still and noiseless. I could not hear any critters or insects, hear anyone downstairs doing any kind of clean up, it was a deafening silence.

Hubby had jumped straight into his bed (first in bed doesn’t have to turn the lights out) and was oohing and arrrhhing about how lovely and comfortable his bed was. He mumbled “love you” and was asleep within seconds. Turning the lights off, I found the room was exceptionally dark as well and stumbled around to find my bed, which when I found and as I jumped in, I started oohing and arrhhing on how lovely and comfortable that single bed was.

As I was just getting comfortable, I heard from outside, the crunching sound of a vehicle on gravel coming up the driveway, but with no engine sound. As I laid there, I listened and then heard of all things, horses making that snorting sound and stamping and moving around on the gravel sound. I froze for a moment listening more intently, then heard like maybe two people walking on gravel, horses again snorting and stamping. Being the nosey-parker I am, (Nancy Drew and The Three Investigators had a lot to do with that), I slipped as quietly out of bed quietly and felt my way to the open window and tried looking out and saw….nothing. It was as dark as dark can be and just as still and quiet. Jumping back into bed and smashing my little toe, swearing bloody murder under my breath, I wondered if that was a residual haunting I just heard. My thoughts faded off as I fell asleep.

The next morning I was going to ask the Lady of the house about it, but she looked so busy and tired that I just let it be. I thought it was a ghost carriage in the end, coming up the driveway and dropping off its passenger or passengers off at the big house. I told my friends of the phantasma cabal y carruaje and their eyes grow big and “Oh Mio!” and said they had a wonderful nights sleep.

I don’t know if the owners ever hear things like that but I do hope to go there again and hopefully experience something paranormal again.

Kilmainham Gaol, Dublin

My Hubby and I took the tour as our first outing together when we met. We had our Scouser friend come with us, and during the tour, threes things happened. When we were listening to the guide in the room where she was talking about the children gaoled and then onto the 1916 uprising and showed the walkway to the hanging room, I turned around when I thought I saw something flick past on the wall only right. I got my little Sony camera out and took a shot in the corner, and got…nothing.

Scouser friend whispered what was I doing and I said I felt like there was a little child around. Now our friend is a jolly large Scouser, he says he doesn’t really believe in ghosts and he pipes up “I wouldn’t have a clue as to what it is, but I swear I feel like a kid is running around my legs, trying to hide.” So I try another photo and get nothing again.

As Scouser and I are taking photos and talking, Hubby, who is about three or four metres away from us, he turns on me and hisses “Stop doing that”. I looked at him blankly and shrugged what? He whispered back “Stop pulling my jeans, I want to listen to this”.

Our Scouser mate and I looked at each other and then whispered that I was nowhere near Hubby and that I was not pulling on his jeans. He looked at me then onto our Scouser mate and said very pissed off “Just stop it”. As the tour went on, we said to him out of ears reach of other people that both of us were not near him, that I was taking photos and near the corner and talking. He didn’t believe us.

Main Room

Third thing that happened was in the Main Room where the major cells are. If you look at the stairwell going down into other cells in the floor, I was drawn to it to take a photo at the top of the stairs. Scouser mate stood with me while Hubby wander down the other rooms.

“Bleeding heck” he kept saying and I said what and he told me what he saw.

My little Sony camera started to smoke. Little whispery strands of smoke from the top. And it only happened when I tried to take photos down those steps. I walked over to a cell in the main hall (as pictured), took a photo, no smoke. Go to the top of the stairs and smoke and no shot. It freaked our Scouser mate out who then told Hubby, who said he didn’t want to know. My camera still works today and never has it done the little smoke thing again.

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