Glenshelane Woods, Co. 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. Lord knows how I saw the thing, but I did. I kept my eye on it, standing there. As soon as I was really closer to it, the thing flew in front of the car. I slammed on the breaks, and it disappeared to my right up 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. I calmly said, with gritted teeth, that I was bloody frightened. 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 land, I kept an eagle eye out for the thing. But again, it never showed up. What was it? Whatever it was, it was scary looking and had a menacing feel to it.
Roundwood House, Co Laois
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. Included in the deal was an 11 course meal. Anyway, Hubby and I were given a large room with single beds and we gave the queen to our friends on the top floor. The hosts were fantastic and showed us around and then proceeded to start their dinner as they had a full house for the dinner.
So before dinner, we took a little rest and when it was near time to come down for dinner, Hubby, who is not known for directions or for remembering, said he would go upstairs and see how they were getting on. Hubby actually went up one flight of stairs and knocked on a door and entered before anyone could say “come in” and surprised a couple staying in the house having sex. He exited quickly. Up another flight of stairs and he found our friends.
When he returned to me, he told of what happened and I was so 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. The house was quiet and everyone must have gone straight to bed.
Hubby had jumped straight into his bed (first in bed doesn’t have to turn the lights out) and was oohing and aahhing about how lovely and comfortable the bed was. He was asleep within minutes. Turning the lights off, I found the room was exceptionally dark as well.
As I was just dozing off, I opened my eyes when I heard some crunching sound (like a vehicle coming up a driveway but no engine sound) on the gravel outside the window coming up to the house. As I laid there, I listened and then heard horses making that snorting sound and stamping and moving around on the gravel. I laid for a moment, then heard like maybe two people walking on gravel, horses again snorting and so, being the nosey parker I am (Nancy Drew and The Three Investigators had a lot to do with that), I slipped out of bed quietly and felt may way to the open window and saw….nothing. It was dark as dark and quiet as can be.
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 passenger off at the big house. I don’t know if the owners ever hear things like that but I do hope to go there 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, two things happened. When we were listening to the guide in the room where she was talking about the children 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. I got my little Sony camera out and took a shot in the corner, and got…nothing.
Our friend whispered what was I doing and I said I felt like there are little child around. Now our friend is a jolly large Scouser, and he said to me that he wouldn’t have a clue as to what it is, but he felt like someone was running around him while we were standing there.
As we are looking around, Hubby, who is about three or four metres away from us, turns on me and hisses “Stop doing that”. I walked up to him and whispered do what? “Stop pulling my jeans”
Our Scouser mate and I told him I was no where near him and was not doing that. He looked at me then onto our friend and just said pissed off to stop. As the tour went on, we said to him out of ears reach of other people that both of us were not near him and that we were in the corner talking. He didn’t believe us.
“Well it wasn’t us mate” our friend said and we moved on with the tour.
Second was in the Main Room where the major cells are. If you look at the stairwell going down into other cells, 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.
“Blending 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 and it was my friend who noticed it. And it only happened when I tried to take photos down those steps. I walked over to a cell, took a photo, no smoke. Go to the top of the stairs and smoke. It freaked our friend 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.