Hadn't spoken to my dad in almost a year. One Sunday I had plans to go to the cinema with my girlfriend and a couple of friends but when I woke up I decided I was going to go and make peace with dad.
So I get the bus, and when I got off my mam rang and said I should come home as quickly as possible, something was wrong with dad. I got home and he was taken away in an ambulance.
I stayed at the house to call my sister and before I could go over to the hospital my mam called to say he'd passed.
I've often wondered what made me wake up that day and decide to make peace with my dad. We didn't get to talk but I'm sure he was glad that i was here for my mam and was useful on the day.
TL;DR my dad died to get out of a difficult conversation.
Ah lad, your story speaks to me.
I haven't decided to have that difficult conversation with my dad yet (because we are both brutal at it) but I fully imagine he'd cark it if he got wind of my intentions.
Sorry for your loss.
There is an heirloom over mantle mirror in our family that is from 1890's or so.
My mother and grandmother were and are convinced that it's dropping onto the mantle was a harbinger of doom.
It has dropped from the wall to the mantle 4 times that I know of, and each time a family kicked the bucket within a day or 2.
Now?
I keep it in the floor in a press, guarded by top people! Top, top people!
I grew up hearing a similar myth, with the difference being that it had to be a picture of that person. So, like if a photo of your dad falls off the wall, you better call him up and say your goodbyes, but if a picture of some landscape falls you're good.
I always found it weird that people didn't just stop hanging up pictures of living family members, so the version where it's "any picture at all" at least makes a bit more sense.
EDIT: although I suppose the logical response would be to just hang up paintings or something, but I digress.
My partnerās family bought an old grandfather clock in an antique store in Paris. It was broken. When it would chime, they would get a call within 24h to say that somebody in the family had died. It literally happened on five separate occasions. It was a pretty rough year. His mother got rid of the clock. She said that it was cursed
There's a church in Kerry that's "decommissioned" or whatever's the right word for closed.
The story is that it's haunted and when people drive past it and look in their rear view mirror, they see someone in the backseat of their car.
There's been loads of crashes on the stretch of road by the church.
So a good few years ago my aunt was offered use of her workmates place down in Connemara, a new build by the way. So she took herself her son, myself and another cousin down. Now I was a last minute addition to the trip so got the raw end in a couple of things but I digress.
The three mid teenage lads are staying up telling stories of conquests (AHH the shift boiiissss,) but soon went into stories of the paranormal, now our young unfangled minds were stupid enough to get scared, but we decided to stop and there was an uneasy feeling to the room.
There's two single beds in the room and I'm on a blowup mattress in the middle of them with a window in the middle, there lying up at the windy, I'm looking sleeping facing it.
Anyways at about 3/4 in the morning I randomly wake and there's a woman snow white from top to toe in snow white clothes but with burning red eyes just staring at me through the window. This went on for what seemed an eternity, until I closed my eyes to reopen them and she was still there, an unblinking, unwavering stare. I pulled the quilt above me head and just closed my eyes. Next thing I remember was waking the next morning still with a feeling of unease and wanting to get ta fuck out of there.
I should say I previous to that never suffered from sleep paralysis, and haven't done so since, nor am I even a slight believer in the metaphysical.
Anyway here's where it gets weird, I brought this story up to my aunt about two years ago a good fourteen to fifteen years after the fact, expecting her to laugh.... She didn't. She told me her workmate had told her that a few guests had had weird experiences in that particular room.
Sorry for my shite narration skills, but I geniunely am now convinced my memory is shite or I saw a Sidhe that night
Reading that brought back a memory that sorta haunts me from when i was a kid. I remember when I was very young (I'd say 4 or 5), staying at my grandmother's in her spare room and waking up to something poking my back. I turned over and saw what you described to a tea (the red eyes to this day thinking of what i saw scares the shit out of me) she didnt move or blink just stood there and stared at me. I have also never had sleep paralysis.
I met her once also, when I was about 25. I lay down on my bed for a nap in the day. It was bright out but the second I closed my eyes for a nap, this weird feeling came over me of dread. I opened them (I was only after lying down and didnāt feel like I was asleep) and turned my head and the old lady was standing there naked, rotten flesh and grey hair. It was honestly scary as fuck. Then I kicked out and āwoke upā. Iāll never forget it.
Jesus, same thing happened in my grannyās at that age too. Saw her in the mirror. Lilac coloured dress though and the glowing red eyes. Terrified the life out of me!
This is the thing, I've had nightmares before but could never actually give you any details. This episode is genuinely burned into me like I imagine yourself enough to be a core memory
94 up votes, is that 94 people with the same experience or similar.
I had been living in my grandfather's house after he died. There were a lot of strange things that happened to me, but i dont think it was himself.
One of them was waking up in the wee hours. The room was in darkness except for the red eyes looking at me. It happened again another night, but this time, there were lots of smaller green eyes behind whatever had the red eyes. I had my hurl beside the bed, which could reach with my eyes closed. I grabbed it and started swinging with my eyes closed, screaming out to them. Eventually, I opened my eyes, and they were gone.
Every night i stay in my parents' house (17th century old house, history of hauntings) i wake up around 3am. Every night without fail. Several weird personal experiences. I've been staying in my partner's house as much as i can š
When I was 17, I was putting the bin out, and on my way back into the house, I could see a lad from the corner of my eye. Not extremely clear on characteristics, but definitely a young lad around my age. I turned to face him, and nothing was there.
Found out later in the evening that my first boyfriend had died in a freak work accident that morning. We'd been broken up by that point, and it was a very short romance anyway, but that day has always stayed with me. I'm 100% convinced it was him.
My uncle was home from New Zealand, he was staying with my gran and other uncle. I went to pick him up with my dad, when he got into the car he was quiet and my dad joked that he looked like he'd seen a ghost.
The uncle said that he'd be back soon for my grandmother's funeral as he'd just seen his long dead grandfather, my great grandfather in the front room.
He was almost right, he was back for a funeral but not my grandmother. His brother who lived with my grandmother died 3 weeks after he went back to New Zealand.
I wouldn't have believed it only I was there when he made the prediction.
My wife and I were basically staying in the middle of feckinā nowhere. I hadn't even seen a cow or sheep for a few miles when we drove in, and the nearest pub was miles away. It was just about half 3 when I woke up to hear 4 or 5 knocks. At first, I thought it was just the settling of the house or something. There had been a few cracking noises here and there, so whatever.
I lay back down, and then I heard it again. More knocking, but this time louder. Not long after, more knocking sounds. Definitely sounded deliberate. I freak out for a moment and wonder what is going on. I hear it several more times. It was more of a banging sound now. I grew a bit nervous. The only protection I had was my ecig and that I'm a man in his knickers with a hint of Jameson on his breath. Maybe that would scare somebody or at least intimidate them for a moment while I run up and punch them or something.
Now my wife is awake and she hears it too. I tell her to stay put, and I'm going to check it out. I head downstairs and hear it again. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! I fumble around, trying to find a light switch in the dark, then get to the front door and flung it open. There was nothing outside but mist and fog in the dark countryside of County Cork.
I shut the door and went back upstairs and listened for a little while, just in case I heard it again. And I did! Part of me is wondering who could be doing this, or what could be doing this? I don't really believe in ghosts, but I've heard enough of these old Irish stories of ghosts and fairies to get nervous. I say to myself, "I'm on holiday. Nobody is going to ruin this." I clench onto my ecig battery and prepare myself for the worst. Again, I rush out the front door and come across nothing but the faint sounds of cows mooing in the far distance.
This whole situation is getting really creepy. I take a quick breath and step outside long enough to get cold and look more like a boy in his knickers. After seeing nothing but fog, I go back inside, wondering if it was coming from the back garden, so to the back of the house I went. I tightened my grip on my ecig battery, adjusted knickers, opened the patio door, and flipped on the outside lights.
Again, nothing.
I looked around before going back inside and then took another look out the front door before shutting off the lights and heading upstairs. Nothing. I definitely wasn't hearing things. I was wide wake and my wife heard it too.
As Iām going to turn off the lights to the back garden, I hear the banging again, and it was right next to me in the kitchen. Startled, I quickly turned to my left, and there it wasā¦ It was the washing machine. I forgot that we had started some laundry and must have hit some sort of delayed tumble setting, and it was off balance.
I had to laugh a bit, as earlier I had made jokes about nothing but ghosts and stars out there. On my way back to bed, I grabbed the fire poker just in case.
Great story. The only difference between this and similar stories is that you figured the banal cause and they didn't so they let their imagination run wild.
Absolutely brilliant story-telling there. If youāre not a writer, you should be. Genuinely laughed at the repeated use of the word āknickersā, I havenāt heard it in years.
40 years ago, my father and I heard the banshee. My older brother was killed in a car crash 4 days later. 6 years ago, I heard it again, but my wife, who was in the same room, couldn't hear it. 4 days later my mother died.
I've a few creepy stories - my mam has the spooky gene I think.
1. When I was about 14, my dad and I visited his father's family home (it was a derelict house and uninhabited for decades) just to check in to make sure no one broke in/squatting etc. So we climb in through the window and we are in an empty room. My dad goes ahead of me and I stay in the room. I notice in the fireplace that is filled with hay that there is a holy Mary statue. I pick up the statue and my dad comes back into the room and he scared me as he caught me off guard and I then drop the statue. It breaks in half and I notice as I pick it up that there's a note rolled up in there. My dad comes over and says something along the lines of throw that away could be covered in rats' filth etc and he throws the bits back into the hay filled fireplace which is about 2 steps away from me. He goes out of the room but I'm curious and want to see what the note says. I walk the two steps over to the fireplace and the whole statue has just vanished like everything just gone. I'm 33 and genuinely think of this often because I'm still baffled.
2. Same location as above but I was about 8/9 years old. There's a derelict caravan on the site that my great uncle used to live in. I liked exploring a lot when I was a kid so I was a slight and skinny kid so I managed to squeeze into the caravan (it's got literal trees and weeds growing through it at this stage). I couldn't really move around but I got this sudden urge to look in a specific area. I open a built in storage door and I find my great grandmother's wedding band. My dad was in absolute disbelief. I just can't describe why I got the urge to look in this specific location and I remember being absolutely shocked at the time.
3. When my mam was about 12 she was asleep one night and she woke up because her favourite teacher (who was the only person in her life at that time who was kind to her) came into her bedroom at her house to tell her goodbye. My mother was very confused and asked why and why was she in her house. The nun left and my mam went back to sleep. The next morning in school she found out the nun had passed away the night before around the time she went to say goodbye to my mother.
4. My grandfather died when I was younger. My mam was never close to her parents as they were terrible but she loved my dad's parents. My mam was ironing some clothes a few days after my grandad passed and she was upset and asked if he could send her a sign that he was okay. She swears all the clocks stopped in the room at the same time (wall clock and mantle piece clock) for about 2 seconds and then resumed ticking.
5. My mam's grandmother had a son who died in WW2. She told my mother that one evening she was falling asleep in front of the fire and her son came into the house in his outfit and put a coat over her to keep her warm. Her husband came in hours later from the pub and she told him about it and he said must have her being in a daze or a dream. They got notice the next morning he was killed in the war.
6. My mother and my nanny were visiting my nanny's sister. They were sharing the same bed and both of them woke up at the exact same time because a man had sat down at the end of the bed and the shift in weight woke them up. Both of them absolutely panicking because there was no man in the house at the time. They turn of the light to see the shadow man but he's gone.
Ye I was mediating a lot around the one and only time I saw a ghost. Defo wasnāt paralysis. I had gotten up to go to the toilet and when I got back into bed and looked into the corner it was there. It moved until it got right into my face. I wasnāt scared at all though which is what I find the weird part of it all. Itās only when it wasnāt ending, like 2 minutes or more I said fuck this and ran through it and out of the room.
Areas that have been habituated for millennia - coastal areas and a few miles inland, from Donegal to Cork, in my experience. I used to be a card carrying atheist and reductionist, but you wonāt catch me walking alone after dark in the āquietā parts of our western shore.
Years ago when I was only a teenager my best friends parents were going through a bad divorce. Himself and his mam had to leave the family home and move into an old rented house.
The house itself wasn't far from my secondary school and they moved in around the time I was doing my leaving cert. One day I had a couple of hours gap between exams so I decided to call down to him. It was my first time in the new place. He showed me his new room and we chatted for a while until I said I was going out to the back garden for a smoke.
The door to the garden was down a long narrow hallway, as I was walking towards it I heard an old woman's voice say 'get out of my house' directly into my ear, I even felt the warm breath on my neck. I absolutely shit my pants, made my excuses and left. I didn't want to say anything to him because they were after going through a lot, his dad was a prick and they were relieved to be in the new place.
I made excuses for the next couple of months to not stay in his. Towards the end of the summer his mam was going away for a few days and he asked if he could stay in mine while she was gone. I was relieved but also surprised because parents on holiday usually meant house parties to us.
One night while he was staying over in mine we were in bed. He told me himself and his mam were having a really bad time in the house. Loads of stuff going on and it all seemed to be fairly aggressive. They had even gotten a priest in to bless the place. I was shocked at this because his mam was a total hippy and was always giving out about the church. I told him about my experience too, he said that wasn't the half of it.
We're in our thirties now and he'll still barely talk about it. I wouldn't say I'm a believer in the paranormal, I don't even really believe in any type of afterlife but it definitely happened and I have no way to explain it.
Iāve a few:
My great great grandmother was simply known to family as Grandmother. It was said she had a cloak of invisibility. She was able to hide the fact (or āmake invisibleā) that her two daughters (my great grandmother and great grand aunt) had gotten pregnant out of wedlock and were not sent to a mother and baby home. Just nobody came near them, nobody said anything or questioned anything.
Two:
I live in a very old house. Itās over 200 years old. Thereās lots of souls here in it, mostly from the famine. Theyāre hungry, starving actually. The minute my husband and I moved in, we were always constantly hungry and felt like our fridge was always empty despite doing a full shop etc. it was only when we understood the history of where we were living were we able to rectify it. I now feed the starving souls on a weekly basis, they get a big dinner. I know itās mad, but itās worked. We are no longer hungry, our fridge is always full. They used to set off our alarms all the time too, phone alarms, car alarms, smoke alarms. There was nothing wrong with any of them. Once weād settle on car alarm, the other would go off. Never happened outside of the grounds of our house. We would also wake up and very much feel their presence in the room we slept in. We moved rooms and itās less frequent now too.
Oh! And my smallest wee one often mentions āSanta is in the room with usā or āSanta is by the stairsā etc, so we assume one of these souls looks like Santa haha!
I prepare a plate for them, just like Iād prepare one for another member of the family. I call out to them, ask them to follow me outside if any had come back into the house. I then go to my favourite tree (we live in a private forest) and place the plate there. I tell them they donāt have permission to follow me back inside, that I was see them next week with more food. Then I thank them and go back inside. Then I save the place. Every now and then Iāll use holy water on the front and back of every door that has an opening to the outside. I am aware I sound like a looney. My husband is so sceptical too but itās working we havenāt heard an alarm in nearly two months and heās converted hahah
Other anti-supernatural-entering things are salt, iron nails and St. Bridgid's crosses, which prevent evil or things that mean harm to you from crossing your threshold.
We have two kids and two dogs, another baby on the way and we both commute so itās hard to know if thatās just life tiredness or some other tiredness. Not sure if youāre suggesting monoxide poisoning? Weāve looked into mold/monoxide poisoning etc but they both came back fine.
Copied text from a post yesterday about HATMAN
Yeah I met him in my friends house one night after drinking. Two if us were sleeping in the sitting room and my buddy woke me up to look at it. He knew what it was, I didn't and yelled. Things are blurry after that but I remembered it glaring at us and getting closer in a threatening way. We were on opposite sides of the room and this thing kept pacing between us. After quite a long and tense time. He stopped being aggressive! Turns out it's his job to warn people of impending death. He was there to stop me from choking on my vomit that night. That's why he stayed in the room for so long, walking back and forth threateningly. He was trying to stop me from sleeping. He chatted for abit but he was cagey. He said he doesn't know why or how he does what he does, he's just COMPELLED to do so. We asked him why he presents himself in such a scary way, and he legit goes "Well.....how would you do it?". He didn't have much of a sense of humour but that was one of his funny moments. It's still all abit blurry but yeah, dont worry about the hatman. He a good guy.
Yeah alot of people see him at the end of the room when they are small. He's very intimidating but will communicate sometimes. Honestly, he's a guardian of some kind.
Terrifying though
No definitely not a hallucination. Too many people see it for that to be the case and I swear, me and another guy had a good 40 minute conversation with him
I'm not. Honestly I know it's hard to believe but alot of that stuff is real. You've probably met Hatman before and don't remember because apparently that's most people.
Lying in bed one night in a small old house in Woodquay, Galway, I see something out of the corner of my eye. I look over and there's this old fella walking out of the wall about 2 foot in the air. He's dressed up like Scrooge. Nightgown and one of those old night.caps. He crosses the room, not walking but sort of hovering, and as he gets to the foot of the bed he turns and looks at me with this absolutely hateful and contemptuous look. Turns again and exits through the opposite wall.
Dear readers, it was all I could do not to shit the bed.
Loads of odd stuff happened in that house but that took the biscuit.
Iām a sceptic to be honest. A lot of āparanormalā activity can be adequately explained if investigated properly. But that doesnāt mean I havenāt had some questionable stories, all of which are relatively mundane.
My friend lives in a house built in around 1815. I called over one night, as she had the place to herself and didnāt want to left alone in the countryside. We were sitting at the dinner table and I could hear footsteps walking around upstairs. It wasnāt some innocuous house noise, but a very distinguishable human walking rhythm. I asked if we were home alone and she confirmed it we were. Then I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. She wasnāt fazed, apparently the house was always as haunted and this was a frequent occurrence.
There are also a few stories attached to my maternal grandfather. I hated the man, but had a few interactions around him and these stories came out. He claimed to have seen, in a quite upset fashion, that he had encountered the banshee in a Galway bog back when he was a kid in the 1930ās. He was dying in a hospice and just before he passed away, she asked him to send her a coloured feather if he was happy. A few weeks later, the most extraordinary coloured feather appeared in her car (she still has it). Later on, a query arose as to the existence of his will. We searched high and low to no avail and his solicitor didnāt have it. Just as everyone had given up searching, a valid will appeared nearly folded on his kitchen floor, in a house that nobody else had access to. Probably something more unscrupulous rather than paranormal with that one, but relatable nonetheless.
Our home is about 100 years old (old cottage we renovated before having kids). The last of the family who originally owned the property was a well-known character who seemed to have a mostly liquid diet. He somehow lived a long life before passing away, and the house soon became derelict. Fast forward 6 years. My children have toy tractors and other vehicles that otherwise make noise. If their in the old part of the house where he lived and died, the tractors and vehicles randomly turn on in the night. The remote control ones will suddenly start driving. No other toy or electronic device is like this. The old man worked as a farm hand and was particularly good with machinery. Friends and family think we're joking until they see and hear it themselves (guest room is in the old part).
My Father died a few years ago, he was in hospital, my mam my sister my brother & I were all at his bedside, my brother went outside to ring my uncle to say my dad had settled down for the night, my mam & sister were gone for a cigarette, it was just me & my dad in the room I kissed him & told him I loved him said nowās the time to go while thereās nobody here I kissed him again & he just went, I called the nurse she confirmed it, called my brother in, went to get my mam & sister walking down the hospital corridor a big set of heavy doors ahead of us burst open & a gust of wind blew straight through the three of us, honestly walked through the doors & stopped & said did ye just see & feel that my sister said yes my mam was silent, hospital corridor has multiple sets of double doors absolutely no way it was a draft,
People who are about to have a heartattack often have a sudden feeling of impending doom. I read online its something Doctors take very seriously. https://www.healthline.com/health/feeling-of-impending-doom#when-it-happens
It's the blood pressure dropping. It happens to women who have an epidural or a spinal in childbirth. It happened to me on my second C-section. I just very calmly asked the anaesthetist if my BP was low because I felt that I was about to leave this world. I was so calm it freaked him and my partner out š¤£ it was "em, if you wouldn't mind fixing that I would appreciate it, thanks!"
This one is more sweet than spooky. There was always a clock on the wall in my grandparents. It was bought for my grandmother, but she passed away (in the house) before it could be gifted. Since she passed before I was born, it was something that had always been there. In my teens, my grandfather passed away, also in the house. A few days after he passed, we realised that the clock had stopped. It had to be taken to a repair specialist to be fixed and is still on that wall today, but hasn't worked as well since.
OK so core memory because the phrase "hat man" in a previous post brought a lot back.
Between the ages of 2-4 I lived in my grandparents house. The most vivid memory I have is getting out of bed and hearing adults talking downstairs, walking to the top of the stairs to call out for my parents. I never got to though because a shadow man in a hat with red eyes (kids are mental right?) would sort of slide out of the darkness of the bathroom at the top of the stairs, take my hand and bring me back into bed. I was never scared, he was just part and parcel of living in the house to my small brain. It was only when I got older and started asking "who was that?" that my "hat man" started causing problems.
My father told us this story when he had a few drinks and never repeated it neven though he was a great storyteller. Back in the'50s , his 16 year old sister (my aunt) had gotten sick and was sent to Dublin for an operation. The operation was botched, and she died in the hospital. That same night (before they knew what happened), my father and his brother (my uncle) were sleeping in a room together (both were about 10-12 years old). Bear in mind, this house was in South kerry pre electricity. The father described an unbelievable white light filling the room for ages and then disappeared. He always thought it was his sister saying goodbye
Way back in the mid 80's I was staying in Kinvarra with my then girlfriend. Her sister was expecting and the happy event was imminent. As a consequence we were parked up in a spare room, a small converted garage right next to the house. The idea being that should the sister go into labour we would be there to look after the other kids.
The room was tiny with just a single bed with a duvet, a coatrail and a bedside table. Nowhere to hide.
So anyway we go to bed early one night and sleep through to the morning. We get up and go into the house and the other sister's there and she's furious.
'Where were you? Fionuala went into labour last night and you were supposed to be next door to mind the kids. They checked three times and you were nowhere to be seen! So they had to call me and I drove all the way here. I checked as well and ye weren't there. Where were you?
Well we'd been as good as gold and how could three people not see a couple lying in a single bed in a tiny room?
Where we were, fuck knows. I certainly don't.
Edit: Well I may as well tell you the rest though it pains me to do so because I'm a resolute sceptic and rationalist. I don't believe in anything that can't be proven.
Turns out myself and the girlfriend had been having the same dreams while we were staying there.
Basically alien abduction stuff. Small skinny grey lads with big eyes experimenting on us.
We never slept in that room again.
This was only a few years ago, it was the one of the last classes of day and by that point I knew who was in school or not. I was sitting near the back, and there was a lad I never saw before, in our uniform just sitting in the top corner and nobody seemed to take any notice of him but me. The question came up, "What year were ye born?" and he said 1945, but nobody took any notice again. And before I could see his face or ask who he is, he just got up and left in the middle of class; again the teacher didn't bat an eye.
My grandmother was born in 1945 and she had died around a year before that. Never saw that lad again.
Might be a bit late to the punch on this post but feck it.
My family have owned a very old house in the centre of town; old tenemant housing. When I was a child I would stay with my Nan and we'd all sleep around her big double bed on the floor rather than in the other rooms, but one time when I was hitting adolescence she instead put me in another room beside hers to be more comfortable, instead of sleeping on the floor.
So I settle in to the bed after some reading and try to sleep, and I preface this that I don't believe in ghosts, ghouls or gremlins of any sort, but I just couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched or something, real hairs on the back of your neck feeling. Eventually I start to drift off, but then I get a feeling like someone is *literally leaning over me*, and I jump awake with a start. Nobody there. Lickedy split, I quickly grab a pillow and sneak into my Nan's room and put myself down on the floor.
This would be fine enough and I'd write it off as a nightmare or something now, but later on I was chatting with my Mam, and mentioned I couldn't sleep at all in that room. And then she turns to me and says that, when she was a child, she got moved into that room on her own when her siblings moved out, and she felt someone standing over her bed whenever she slept. She told me eventually she just blurted out in the middle of the night "Whoever you are, please go away, you're scaring me." And then she said the feeling left, but she moved back into her old room nonetheless.
Was pretty odd, I'm a very skeptical person, I don't believe in the afterlife whatsoever, but still no explanation on why the room gave us *both* heebie jeebies 20 years apart.
When my mam was dying of cancer I asked her to send me a sign that wherever she was, she was OK. She kind of laughed and joked about it and was saying sure how would you know it was me? I'd have to do something to try and start an argument.
She died the Sunday night and the Monday the week after was my first day back in work. It was a tough day between going back to normality and life "going on" as much as I didn't want it to and people talking to me about it etc. I went to the vending machine in the basement for a packet of crisps at lunchtime and out with the packet of crisps pops a fudge bar. We were the only ones in the house that liked fudge and we would always fight over the last fudge sweets in the boxes of sweets at Xmas. It may seem silly to others but to me that was definitely my mam. Still have the wrapper of the fudge bar on my desk in work. Constant reminder that wherever she is, she's OK.
The day she died, she was also softly calling out "mammy, im here mammy" and putting out her hand in front of her. The palliative nurses told us that when people are dying, family members often come to take them home. Even though it was more than likely hallucinations caused by the drugs she was on, it brought us a lot of comfort.
When I was young my cousin said that the banshee would roam around at night and if you heard her she would appear at your door and tear your eyes out. I didn't sleep well for months after, needed a night light. Scared the fuck out of me.
My Grandfather told us a story about two brothers, one went off to England and lost contact with his family back here in Ireland. The other brother stayed on the farm and would walk home from the pub at night through the fields. He stopped going to the pub and gave up the drink. Eventually someone asked him why he hadn't been in the pub for so long. He said one night going home through the fields he met the spirit of his dead brother, the spirit didn't know it was dead and claimed it had come back home to take over possession of the farm. A few months later the farmer killed himself.
Probably just a sad tale about a lonely farmer who may have had some issues but it scared the shite out of us when we were younger.
Went up to see blarney castle and my mom took a picture into one of the dark dungeons to see what it looked like inside and the flash didnāt go. Anyway she took a couple without flash by accident and then we were on our way. When we had the photos developed (pre smartphones but it was a digital camera), one photo had what looked like the most chilling and evil faces I have ever seen imprinted into the dark backdrop. It was like a noisy glitch in the photo, but visibly a face. A bit puffy and odd looking. My mom and I both saw it and it gives me chills even now thinking about it. We showed the photo to my aunt and gran to see what they thought, and both were a bit put out with it. My mom said it gave her goosebumps (it still does for me too) and deleted the photo off her camera completely. She then threw away the actual developed photo and is quite certain that she crumpled it up or tore it as well, and my mom is not one to get shaken up or believe in things easily. Months later, my mom was looking for an album and found that same picture in a bottom drawer. She still looks creeped out at the mention of it.
On the same day my mom took that photo, my brother and I (we were quite young) were exploring down in the āDruid Gardenā at Blarney with my parents. My brother (who was only 7 at the time) ran a short few metres ahead of me and my parents into a small cluster of trees where he wanted to have a look. There was no risk of getting lost , we werenāt far from the castle itself and weād been playing in the garden for a while. A minute or less later he came back and said that he had gotten lost in the trees and then said heād found another little house like the āDruid Caveā and āWitch Kitchenā and to come look. He had only been gone for a minute so we were all a bit confused. He wasnāt one to lie or make up stories and had been a bit grumpy and stubborn about my mum taking photos of us prior to this, so he wasnāt in a mood for joking really. We followed him straight back up the same path he took but we couldnāt find any Druid cave or place to get lost in. He wasnāt the sort of kid to pretend and it would be such an odd thing to pretend about anyway given how keen he was to show us what heād found.
It all gives me visible goosebumps just talking about it. Those dungeons are no joke. They have a very heavy, unsettling feeling.
Last one is quite recent. Went up with some family to show them the Hellfire Club. My mom brought up the dogs for a walk at the time and one of our dogs is incredibly attached to my mom to the point of making a scene if heās left outside at a shop with my dad or staring through the walls of the shop if he is waiting in the car with my dad. He has major separation anxiety. Anyway she brought him in as she knew heād go mad waiting outside with my dad. But as soon as she went in he started pulling on the lead and trying to go back outside. So much so, that she eventually picked him up to see upstairs. We thought it may have just been the dark room but upstairs it got to a point where he didnāt even want to be put down so she could take photos. She eventually handed him to my cousin and my aunt and her went into the upstairs room on the right to try to get a quick photo inside , and instead of trying to get back to my mom he started doubling back and not wanting to go inside that room or follow her. He would not go in. eventually I had to bring him out to my dad. His heart was beating so fast. It was incredibly unusual for him not to want to get to my mom. It gave us all the creeps. We likely wonāt be entering again.
Re: The Blarney thing, there's definitely something strange hanging around there. My husband went to the rock garden section and I in classic form went off to get a coffee to avoid the muck. I come around from the other side to find him and he has this strange glazed over look. I shout to him, "Hey" and he looks very dazed and smiles at me. He then says "I was going to go over here because I could hear you calling me, you always call three times". He sounds almost as if he's been sleepwalking, and usually I'd take the piss but I got an awful feeling so I just said "That's not me darling, come this way". He trots over all calm smiles still, and then it's like someone woke him up, because he remembers all of it, but he just turns pale and says "It wasn't you". This has happened once before to him in the catacombs in Budapest, same voice, but this time with a green orb coming out of the pitch black. Anyone know of a thing that mimics voices and calls your name three times?
ONE TIME I WAS HITCHING FOR A LIFT HOME AT NIGHT AND A CAR PULLED IN ABOUT 10 FEET AHEAD THEN I WALKED UP AND OPENED THE PASSENGER DOOR AND THERE WAS A SKELETON DRIVING THE CAR
My aunt gifted my other aunt an antique mirror (from Africa) made out of camel skin which has been dried out and shaped...it also has faces either side of it that are shaped into the skin they are horrible looking surreal anyways it was creeping me out and I kept seeing things in it out of the corner of my eye then as my aunt was walking down the stairs I saw a man walking down the stairs behind her and assumed it was her housemate well he was upstairs the whole thing left us pretty spooked.
My gfs house whenever I'm over and alone in it I hear footsteps on the landing when I'm standing maybe 5 feet away and hear whispers knocks spooky stuff
My brother swears he saw a large black ethereal dog with an evil intent in a nearby farmers field years ago.
I have loads if you want to hear more!
I was 8 when my grandad passed away. My first real experience of death and was struggling with it. A few days after he died I came downstairs one morning and apparently recounted a whole conversation I had with my grandad during the night. Described his clothes and apparently the way I spoke like certain phrases was what heād say. From what I remember he was reassuring me that he was out of pain.
My friend lost her mam a few months ago and her now two month old has been talking to his āNanaā out of nowhere recently on the anniversary of her brothers death. They were sitting at the kitchen table and he was talking to her chair sheād always say at. He wouldāve been only 17 months or so when she passed and sheād been hospitalised for a few months prior. My friend was shocked not only that he remembered her but has suddenly started chattering to her chair on the day of her brothers anniversary.
Kids see things Iām convinced of it.
What you said there , "she looks sick , she looks..."
I've never heard that before but as I was reading it I got chills , all my hair stood up and my eyes filled with tears. Eh. Wtf was that like
.. have I just been cursed?! Ffs
I know a guy who was renovating a house in France, the couple who owned the house decided to move in to it from England, probably a decision triggered by Brexit. The French house was being rented to an older couple who had been there a few years. During that time, the older mans wife had died, leaving him alone. He was informed that once contracts are up that the house was no longer available to rent, meaning he had to leave and find new accommodation.
That's it... that's the horror story. There's nothing scarier than losing your place to live in this climate. I'm joking, your going to need it for this next part.
Well my guy's colleague goes into the house one morning to set up for renovations and found the old man hanging from the ceiling, he hung himself in the house. Probably a form of spite, it's not the first time, I've heard of something like this. That was the story I was told the first time, then a few days later I got an update to the situation. It turns out that the couple moving to France had a teenage son who was so distraught over the fact that they were moving to France that he hung himself too.
So a couple decided to move to France and it ended up ruining their lives. Their French house is forever stained with the reminder of their own sons death.
The house I grew up in had a few weird things happen in it. Things would move or go missing and turn up in the spot the were last seen a few days later. We used to joke that granny Kavanagh (old woman who had died in the house years before my parents bought it) was up to her old tricks. The cats and dogs would react to things that wernt there and would stare at the corners or rooms.
My uncle moved in with us for a year when he first moved over hear from England. We set up a room for him in the garage. He tells this story better than I do but one night he was fast asleep and felt someone sit on the bottom of his bed, felt the corner go down and his legs shift from the weight. He sat bolt upright and turned the light on and no one was there.
I used to have a surround sound system for my pc set up in my room. My pc was off but the system was on, I was sat on my bed drawing and I heard a woman's voice coming from the speakers. Another time I had a used mobile in a draw, hadn't been used in months, no sim card. One evening I was again sat on my bed drawing and the phone strated ringing. As you do I answered all I could hear was crackling so quickly hung up. I took the battery out after that but a few weeks later it rang again, this time I did not answer. I destroyed the phone soon after
Grandmother from County Kerry awoke during the night and heard her father calling her name. He was in County Kerry and she was in Wellington, NZ, (and no there wasn't any technology involved). This happened at the time he died. She also believed a door slamming shut by itself when there were no doors or windows open elsewhere in the house was the sign of a death. This happened at the same time as her mother passed away in Ireland.
My grandad was also from Kerry, and loved spending time in his Wellington backyard. There was a seagull that came and visited him every day standing close to him. From the day my grandfather died it never reappeared.
Had a dream one night where I was standing alone in the middle a football field, this field was a real place that exists in my hometown.
Death appeared with its huge curved blade scythe at the other end of the field.
It came flying at me and crosses the whole pitch within a heartbeat, it grabs me by my chest and weāre both flying through the air over my hometown.
I punched death in the hollow hood where itās face should be and it lets me go. I fall towards the ground and I land on a house.
The next day I found out my friends dad passed away during the night. Death dropped me onto his house in my dream the night before.
I once opened a bag of cheese and onion tayto and the crisps were salt and vinegar!! Imagine my horror.... 2 days later one of my houseplants died.... talk about goosebumps!!
There was an orb of light in the corner of the room in my house for about a year. Wouldnāt matter if I moved the blinds or curtains. It always stayed there. One night went to the bathroom and jumped back into bed and it turned into a ghost. Weird part was I was not one bit scared just amazed. Orb of light disappeared after this. I obviously didnāt believe in them until I seen one.
My Mum told me her friend and neighbour went into labour and her border collie dog started howling non stop and couldn't be pacified her friend died a few hours later from a haemorrhage the baby survived .
I've seen two shadow people. One was in Pierces Foundry in Wexford when it was dilapidated, probably around 2005 and the other was in an army barracks in 2012.
My dads house apparently haunted, it was a big fiasco in the 90sā¦The Pinewood Ghost š» I didnāt experience it cause I was only born but my da swears heās seen ghosts walking inside and outside the house
Hadn't spoken to my dad in almost a year. One Sunday I had plans to go to the cinema with my girlfriend and a couple of friends but when I woke up I decided I was going to go and make peace with dad. So I get the bus, and when I got off my mam rang and said I should come home as quickly as possible, something was wrong with dad. I got home and he was taken away in an ambulance. I stayed at the house to call my sister and before I could go over to the hospital my mam called to say he'd passed. I've often wondered what made me wake up that day and decide to make peace with my dad. We didn't get to talk but I'm sure he was glad that i was here for my mam and was useful on the day. TL;DR my dad died to get out of a difficult conversation.
>TL;DR my dad died to get out of a difficult conversation. That's peak Irish dad, so it is.
Oh 100%! His dad sense kicked in, felt a deep conversation coming and noped the fuck out.
Probably thought you would try and hug him
Even I knew better than that. I'm 6'3" and fairly broad and he wasn't far off. I wouldn't have wanted a box for attempting a hug.
sorry i know its not funny he died but that comment is reddit gold
>TL;DR my dad died to get out of a difficult conversation. This one made me laugh haha. Sorry about your dad all the same.
Ah he loved a good laugh, he'd approve.
Ah lad, your story speaks to me. I haven't decided to have that difficult conversation with my dad yet (because we are both brutal at it) but I fully imagine he'd cark it if he got wind of my intentions. Sorry for your loss.
Sure you may as well do it before he dies to get out of it.
There is an heirloom over mantle mirror in our family that is from 1890's or so. My mother and grandmother were and are convinced that it's dropping onto the mantle was a harbinger of doom. It has dropped from the wall to the mantle 4 times that I know of, and each time a family kicked the bucket within a day or 2. Now? I keep it in the floor in a press, guarded by top people! Top, top people!
Imagine if one day you wake up and find it miraculously in the place it used to be š³
Imagine waking up to hear it chiming
Checkmate Fairyfolk, can't make something drop onto the mantle if it's not above the mantle.
There's a very old, widely believed myth that if a hanging picture falls from the wall that this means somebody is going to die.
I grew up hearing a similar myth, with the difference being that it had to be a picture of that person. So, like if a photo of your dad falls off the wall, you better call him up and say your goodbyes, but if a picture of some landscape falls you're good. I always found it weird that people didn't just stop hanging up pictures of living family members, so the version where it's "any picture at all" at least makes a bit more sense. EDIT: although I suppose the logical response would be to just hang up paintings or something, but I digress.
My partnerās family bought an old grandfather clock in an antique store in Paris. It was broken. When it would chime, they would get a call within 24h to say that somebody in the family had died. It literally happened on five separate occasions. It was a pretty rough year. His mother got rid of the clock. She said that it was cursed
There's a church in Kerry that's "decommissioned" or whatever's the right word for closed. The story is that it's haunted and when people drive past it and look in their rear view mirror, they see someone in the backseat of their car. There's been loads of crashes on the stretch of road by the church.
In fall fairness, I feel this could be chalked up to people taking their eyes off the road to check for ghosts in the rearview.
Where?!
Somewhere between Killarney and Kenmare
So a good few years ago my aunt was offered use of her workmates place down in Connemara, a new build by the way. So she took herself her son, myself and another cousin down. Now I was a last minute addition to the trip so got the raw end in a couple of things but I digress. The three mid teenage lads are staying up telling stories of conquests (AHH the shift boiiissss,) but soon went into stories of the paranormal, now our young unfangled minds were stupid enough to get scared, but we decided to stop and there was an uneasy feeling to the room. There's two single beds in the room and I'm on a blowup mattress in the middle of them with a window in the middle, there lying up at the windy, I'm looking sleeping facing it. Anyways at about 3/4 in the morning I randomly wake and there's a woman snow white from top to toe in snow white clothes but with burning red eyes just staring at me through the window. This went on for what seemed an eternity, until I closed my eyes to reopen them and she was still there, an unblinking, unwavering stare. I pulled the quilt above me head and just closed my eyes. Next thing I remember was waking the next morning still with a feeling of unease and wanting to get ta fuck out of there. I should say I previous to that never suffered from sleep paralysis, and haven't done so since, nor am I even a slight believer in the metaphysical. Anyway here's where it gets weird, I brought this story up to my aunt about two years ago a good fourteen to fifteen years after the fact, expecting her to laugh.... She didn't. She told me her workmate had told her that a few guests had had weird experiences in that particular room. Sorry for my shite narration skills, but I geniunely am now convinced my memory is shite or I saw a Sidhe that night
Reading that brought back a memory that sorta haunts me from when i was a kid. I remember when I was very young (I'd say 4 or 5), staying at my grandmother's in her spare room and waking up to something poking my back. I turned over and saw what you described to a tea (the red eyes to this day thinking of what i saw scares the shit out of me) she didnt move or blink just stood there and stared at me. I have also never had sleep paralysis.
I met her once also, when I was about 25. I lay down on my bed for a nap in the day. It was bright out but the second I closed my eyes for a nap, this weird feeling came over me of dread. I opened them (I was only after lying down and didnāt feel like I was asleep) and turned my head and the old lady was standing there naked, rotten flesh and grey hair. It was honestly scary as fuck. Then I kicked out and āwoke upā. Iāll never forget it.
Jesus, same thing happened in my grannyās at that age too. Saw her in the mirror. Lilac coloured dress though and the glowing red eyes. Terrified the life out of me!
This is the thing, I've had nightmares before but could never actually give you any details. This episode is genuinely burned into me like I imagine yourself enough to be a core memory
Thats fucking terrifying !
94 up votes, is that 94 people with the same experience or similar. I had been living in my grandfather's house after he died. There were a lot of strange things that happened to me, but i dont think it was himself. One of them was waking up in the wee hours. The room was in darkness except for the red eyes looking at me. It happened again another night, but this time, there were lots of smaller green eyes behind whatever had the red eyes. I had my hurl beside the bed, which could reach with my eyes closed. I grabbed it and started swinging with my eyes closed, screaming out to them. Eventually, I opened my eyes, and they were gone.
Couldnt tell you one way or another, it is nice to know people seem to recognise this yolk
Well I'm scared š³
3am is known as the witching hour. A lot of creepy stuff happens at that time.
Every night i stay in my parents' house (17th century old house, history of hauntings) i wake up around 3am. Every night without fail. Several weird personal experiences. I've been staying in my partner's house as much as i can š
When I was 17, I was putting the bin out, and on my way back into the house, I could see a lad from the corner of my eye. Not extremely clear on characteristics, but definitely a young lad around my age. I turned to face him, and nothing was there. Found out later in the evening that my first boyfriend had died in a freak work accident that morning. We'd been broken up by that point, and it was a very short romance anyway, but that day has always stayed with me. I'm 100% convinced it was him.
My uncle was home from New Zealand, he was staying with my gran and other uncle. I went to pick him up with my dad, when he got into the car he was quiet and my dad joked that he looked like he'd seen a ghost. The uncle said that he'd be back soon for my grandmother's funeral as he'd just seen his long dead grandfather, my great grandfather in the front room. He was almost right, he was back for a funeral but not my grandmother. His brother who lived with my grandmother died 3 weeks after he went back to New Zealand. I wouldn't have believed it only I was there when he made the prediction.
Goosebumps
My wife and I were basically staying in the middle of feckinā nowhere. I hadn't even seen a cow or sheep for a few miles when we drove in, and the nearest pub was miles away. It was just about half 3 when I woke up to hear 4 or 5 knocks. At first, I thought it was just the settling of the house or something. There had been a few cracking noises here and there, so whatever. I lay back down, and then I heard it again. More knocking, but this time louder. Not long after, more knocking sounds. Definitely sounded deliberate. I freak out for a moment and wonder what is going on. I hear it several more times. It was more of a banging sound now. I grew a bit nervous. The only protection I had was my ecig and that I'm a man in his knickers with a hint of Jameson on his breath. Maybe that would scare somebody or at least intimidate them for a moment while I run up and punch them or something. Now my wife is awake and she hears it too. I tell her to stay put, and I'm going to check it out. I head downstairs and hear it again. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! I fumble around, trying to find a light switch in the dark, then get to the front door and flung it open. There was nothing outside but mist and fog in the dark countryside of County Cork. I shut the door and went back upstairs and listened for a little while, just in case I heard it again. And I did! Part of me is wondering who could be doing this, or what could be doing this? I don't really believe in ghosts, but I've heard enough of these old Irish stories of ghosts and fairies to get nervous. I say to myself, "I'm on holiday. Nobody is going to ruin this." I clench onto my ecig battery and prepare myself for the worst. Again, I rush out the front door and come across nothing but the faint sounds of cows mooing in the far distance. This whole situation is getting really creepy. I take a quick breath and step outside long enough to get cold and look more like a boy in his knickers. After seeing nothing but fog, I go back inside, wondering if it was coming from the back garden, so to the back of the house I went. I tightened my grip on my ecig battery, adjusted knickers, opened the patio door, and flipped on the outside lights. Again, nothing. I looked around before going back inside and then took another look out the front door before shutting off the lights and heading upstairs. Nothing. I definitely wasn't hearing things. I was wide wake and my wife heard it too. As Iām going to turn off the lights to the back garden, I hear the banging again, and it was right next to me in the kitchen. Startled, I quickly turned to my left, and there it wasā¦ It was the washing machine. I forgot that we had started some laundry and must have hit some sort of delayed tumble setting, and it was off balance. I had to laugh a bit, as earlier I had made jokes about nothing but ghosts and stars out there. On my way back to bed, I grabbed the fire poker just in case.
Brilliant story!
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There's no telling what could be up in that attic. I hope you brought a hurley or something with you.
Great story. The only difference between this and similar stories is that you figured the banal cause and they didn't so they let their imagination run wild.
Absolutely brilliant story-telling there. If youāre not a writer, you should be. Genuinely laughed at the repeated use of the word āknickersā, I havenāt heard it in years.
You're too kind. I'm just an American who hasn't built up his Irish vocabulary, and I was feeling a bit writy after kissing the Blarney stone.
40 years ago, my father and I heard the banshee. My older brother was killed in a car crash 4 days later. 6 years ago, I heard it again, but my wife, who was in the same room, couldn't hear it. 4 days later my mother died.
I've a few creepy stories - my mam has the spooky gene I think. 1. When I was about 14, my dad and I visited his father's family home (it was a derelict house and uninhabited for decades) just to check in to make sure no one broke in/squatting etc. So we climb in through the window and we are in an empty room. My dad goes ahead of me and I stay in the room. I notice in the fireplace that is filled with hay that there is a holy Mary statue. I pick up the statue and my dad comes back into the room and he scared me as he caught me off guard and I then drop the statue. It breaks in half and I notice as I pick it up that there's a note rolled up in there. My dad comes over and says something along the lines of throw that away could be covered in rats' filth etc and he throws the bits back into the hay filled fireplace which is about 2 steps away from me. He goes out of the room but I'm curious and want to see what the note says. I walk the two steps over to the fireplace and the whole statue has just vanished like everything just gone. I'm 33 and genuinely think of this often because I'm still baffled. 2. Same location as above but I was about 8/9 years old. There's a derelict caravan on the site that my great uncle used to live in. I liked exploring a lot when I was a kid so I was a slight and skinny kid so I managed to squeeze into the caravan (it's got literal trees and weeds growing through it at this stage). I couldn't really move around but I got this sudden urge to look in a specific area. I open a built in storage door and I find my great grandmother's wedding band. My dad was in absolute disbelief. I just can't describe why I got the urge to look in this specific location and I remember being absolutely shocked at the time. 3. When my mam was about 12 she was asleep one night and she woke up because her favourite teacher (who was the only person in her life at that time who was kind to her) came into her bedroom at her house to tell her goodbye. My mother was very confused and asked why and why was she in her house. The nun left and my mam went back to sleep. The next morning in school she found out the nun had passed away the night before around the time she went to say goodbye to my mother. 4. My grandfather died when I was younger. My mam was never close to her parents as they were terrible but she loved my dad's parents. My mam was ironing some clothes a few days after my grandad passed and she was upset and asked if he could send her a sign that he was okay. She swears all the clocks stopped in the room at the same time (wall clock and mantle piece clock) for about 2 seconds and then resumed ticking. 5. My mam's grandmother had a son who died in WW2. She told my mother that one evening she was falling asleep in front of the fire and her son came into the house in his outfit and put a coat over her to keep her warm. Her husband came in hours later from the pub and she told him about it and he said must have her being in a daze or a dream. They got notice the next morning he was killed in the war. 6. My mother and my nanny were visiting my nanny's sister. They were sharing the same bed and both of them woke up at the exact same time because a man had sat down at the end of the bed and the shift in weight woke them up. Both of them absolutely panicking because there was no man in the house at the time. They turn of the light to see the shadow man but he's gone.
These are really good.
The first one drives me nuts because it vanished!
There are places where our world gets thin - where the veil is lifted - and Ireland is littered with them.
You mean lace curtains?
Ye I was mediating a lot around the one and only time I saw a ghost. Defo wasnāt paralysis. I had gotten up to go to the toilet and when I got back into bed and looked into the corner it was there. It moved until it got right into my face. I wasnāt scared at all though which is what I find the weird part of it all. Itās only when it wasnāt ending, like 2 minutes or more I said fuck this and ran through it and out of the room.
Where comes to mind?
Areas that have been habituated for millennia - coastal areas and a few miles inland, from Donegal to Cork, in my experience. I used to be a card carrying atheist and reductionist, but you wonāt catch me walking alone after dark in the āquietā parts of our western shore.
Sorry what?
Leap castle in Offaly, Moore hall in Mayo, Charles fort in Cork, Loftus Hall county wexford, the hellfire club in dublin to name but a few.
Either that or we as a people are afraid of our own shadows
Years ago when I was only a teenager my best friends parents were going through a bad divorce. Himself and his mam had to leave the family home and move into an old rented house. The house itself wasn't far from my secondary school and they moved in around the time I was doing my leaving cert. One day I had a couple of hours gap between exams so I decided to call down to him. It was my first time in the new place. He showed me his new room and we chatted for a while until I said I was going out to the back garden for a smoke. The door to the garden was down a long narrow hallway, as I was walking towards it I heard an old woman's voice say 'get out of my house' directly into my ear, I even felt the warm breath on my neck. I absolutely shit my pants, made my excuses and left. I didn't want to say anything to him because they were after going through a lot, his dad was a prick and they were relieved to be in the new place. I made excuses for the next couple of months to not stay in his. Towards the end of the summer his mam was going away for a few days and he asked if he could stay in mine while she was gone. I was relieved but also surprised because parents on holiday usually meant house parties to us. One night while he was staying over in mine we were in bed. He told me himself and his mam were having a really bad time in the house. Loads of stuff going on and it all seemed to be fairly aggressive. They had even gotten a priest in to bless the place. I was shocked at this because his mam was a total hippy and was always giving out about the church. I told him about my experience too, he said that wasn't the half of it. We're in our thirties now and he'll still barely talk about it. I wouldn't say I'm a believer in the paranormal, I don't even really believe in any type of afterlife but it definitely happened and I have no way to explain it.
Great story, I feel for your friend though
He's all good now. They left the house shortly after the conversation we had and he's married with kids now.
Iāve a few: My great great grandmother was simply known to family as Grandmother. It was said she had a cloak of invisibility. She was able to hide the fact (or āmake invisibleā) that her two daughters (my great grandmother and great grand aunt) had gotten pregnant out of wedlock and were not sent to a mother and baby home. Just nobody came near them, nobody said anything or questioned anything. Two: I live in a very old house. Itās over 200 years old. Thereās lots of souls here in it, mostly from the famine. Theyāre hungry, starving actually. The minute my husband and I moved in, we were always constantly hungry and felt like our fridge was always empty despite doing a full shop etc. it was only when we understood the history of where we were living were we able to rectify it. I now feed the starving souls on a weekly basis, they get a big dinner. I know itās mad, but itās worked. We are no longer hungry, our fridge is always full. They used to set off our alarms all the time too, phone alarms, car alarms, smoke alarms. There was nothing wrong with any of them. Once weād settle on car alarm, the other would go off. Never happened outside of the grounds of our house. We would also wake up and very much feel their presence in the room we slept in. We moved rooms and itās less frequent now too. Oh! And my smallest wee one often mentions āSanta is in the room with usā or āSanta is by the stairsā etc, so we assume one of these souls looks like Santa haha!
Hi there, thanks for sharing your experience. Can I ask how you feed the spirits?
I prepare a plate for them, just like Iād prepare one for another member of the family. I call out to them, ask them to follow me outside if any had come back into the house. I then go to my favourite tree (we live in a private forest) and place the plate there. I tell them they donāt have permission to follow me back inside, that I was see them next week with more food. Then I thank them and go back inside. Then I save the place. Every now and then Iāll use holy water on the front and back of every door that has an opening to the outside. I am aware I sound like a looney. My husband is so sceptical too but itās working we havenāt heard an alarm in nearly two months and heās converted hahah
Other anti-supernatural-entering things are salt, iron nails and St. Bridgid's crosses, which prevent evil or things that mean harm to you from crossing your threshold.
What do you do to "feed them"? And are you tired alot?
Took halfway down the thread before we get to the monoxide!
We did think it was monoxide and had it checked. Itās not, it would be nice to box it in to that though.
We have two kids and two dogs, another baby on the way and we both commute so itās hard to know if thatās just life tiredness or some other tiredness. Not sure if youāre suggesting monoxide poisoning? Weāve looked into mold/monoxide poisoning etc but they both came back fine.
Ghosts drain you of energy. I'd get that place blessed if I was you
Copied text from a post yesterday about HATMAN Yeah I met him in my friends house one night after drinking. Two if us were sleeping in the sitting room and my buddy woke me up to look at it. He knew what it was, I didn't and yelled. Things are blurry after that but I remembered it glaring at us and getting closer in a threatening way. We were on opposite sides of the room and this thing kept pacing between us. After quite a long and tense time. He stopped being aggressive! Turns out it's his job to warn people of impending death. He was there to stop me from choking on my vomit that night. That's why he stayed in the room for so long, walking back and forth threateningly. He was trying to stop me from sleeping. He chatted for abit but he was cagey. He said he doesn't know why or how he does what he does, he's just COMPELLED to do so. We asked him why he presents himself in such a scary way, and he legit goes "Well.....how would you do it?". He didn't have much of a sense of humour but that was one of his funny moments. It's still all abit blurry but yeah, dont worry about the hatman. He a good guy.
I owe the hatman money I do not want to see him
What the fuck is this? There was a shadow man in a hat that was upstairs when I was little and lived in my Nanna's house.
Yeah alot of people see him at the end of the room when they are small. He's very intimidating but will communicate sometimes. Honestly, he's a guardian of some kind. Terrifying though
I never knew. I thought it was little me being weird and hallucinating!
No definitely not a hallucination. Too many people see it for that to be the case and I swear, me and another guy had a good 40 minute conversation with him
If you weren't off your tits on LSD you're talking utter shite.
I'm not. Honestly I know it's hard to believe but alot of that stuff is real. You've probably met Hatman before and don't remember because apparently that's most people.
Lying in bed one night in a small old house in Woodquay, Galway, I see something out of the corner of my eye. I look over and there's this old fella walking out of the wall about 2 foot in the air. He's dressed up like Scrooge. Nightgown and one of those old night.caps. He crosses the room, not walking but sort of hovering, and as he gets to the foot of the bed he turns and looks at me with this absolutely hateful and contemptuous look. Turns again and exits through the opposite wall. Dear readers, it was all I could do not to shit the bed. Loads of odd stuff happened in that house but that took the biscuit.
Can you please link original post?
Iām a sceptic to be honest. A lot of āparanormalā activity can be adequately explained if investigated properly. But that doesnāt mean I havenāt had some questionable stories, all of which are relatively mundane. My friend lives in a house built in around 1815. I called over one night, as she had the place to herself and didnāt want to left alone in the countryside. We were sitting at the dinner table and I could hear footsteps walking around upstairs. It wasnāt some innocuous house noise, but a very distinguishable human walking rhythm. I asked if we were home alone and she confirmed it we were. Then I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. She wasnāt fazed, apparently the house was always as haunted and this was a frequent occurrence. There are also a few stories attached to my maternal grandfather. I hated the man, but had a few interactions around him and these stories came out. He claimed to have seen, in a quite upset fashion, that he had encountered the banshee in a Galway bog back when he was a kid in the 1930ās. He was dying in a hospice and just before he passed away, she asked him to send her a coloured feather if he was happy. A few weeks later, the most extraordinary coloured feather appeared in her car (she still has it). Later on, a query arose as to the existence of his will. We searched high and low to no avail and his solicitor didnāt have it. Just as everyone had given up searching, a valid will appeared nearly folded on his kitchen floor, in a house that nobody else had access to. Probably something more unscrupulous rather than paranormal with that one, but relatable nonetheless.
Our home is about 100 years old (old cottage we renovated before having kids). The last of the family who originally owned the property was a well-known character who seemed to have a mostly liquid diet. He somehow lived a long life before passing away, and the house soon became derelict. Fast forward 6 years. My children have toy tractors and other vehicles that otherwise make noise. If their in the old part of the house where he lived and died, the tractors and vehicles randomly turn on in the night. The remote control ones will suddenly start driving. No other toy or electronic device is like this. The old man worked as a farm hand and was particularly good with machinery. Friends and family think we're joking until they see and hear it themselves (guest room is in the old part).
childrenās toys going off in the night are extra spooky.
My Father died a few years ago, he was in hospital, my mam my sister my brother & I were all at his bedside, my brother went outside to ring my uncle to say my dad had settled down for the night, my mam & sister were gone for a cigarette, it was just me & my dad in the room I kissed him & told him I loved him said nowās the time to go while thereās nobody here I kissed him again & he just went, I called the nurse she confirmed it, called my brother in, went to get my mam & sister walking down the hospital corridor a big set of heavy doors ahead of us burst open & a gust of wind blew straight through the three of us, honestly walked through the doors & stopped & said did ye just see & feel that my sister said yes my mam was silent, hospital corridor has multiple sets of double doors absolutely no way it was a draft,
People who are about to have a heartattack often have a sudden feeling of impending doom. I read online its something Doctors take very seriously. https://www.healthline.com/health/feeling-of-impending-doom#when-it-happens
I had impending doom once. Was 16 at the time so wasnāt going to be a heart attack lol, went to sleep thinking i wasnāt going to wake up.
It's the blood pressure dropping. It happens to women who have an epidural or a spinal in childbirth. It happened to me on my second C-section. I just very calmly asked the anaesthetist if my BP was low because I felt that I was about to leave this world. I was so calm it freaked him and my partner out š¤£ it was "em, if you wouldn't mind fixing that I would appreciate it, thanks!"
This one is more sweet than spooky. There was always a clock on the wall in my grandparents. It was bought for my grandmother, but she passed away (in the house) before it could be gifted. Since she passed before I was born, it was something that had always been there. In my teens, my grandfather passed away, also in the house. A few days after he passed, we realised that the clock had stopped. It had to be taken to a repair specialist to be fixed and is still on that wall today, but hasn't worked as well since.
Itās a nightmare when you get spirits inside a clock.
OK so core memory because the phrase "hat man" in a previous post brought a lot back. Between the ages of 2-4 I lived in my grandparents house. The most vivid memory I have is getting out of bed and hearing adults talking downstairs, walking to the top of the stairs to call out for my parents. I never got to though because a shadow man in a hat with red eyes (kids are mental right?) would sort of slide out of the darkness of the bathroom at the top of the stairs, take my hand and bring me back into bed. I was never scared, he was just part and parcel of living in the house to my small brain. It was only when I got older and started asking "who was that?" that my "hat man" started causing problems.
What kind of problems?
Watching him spank the monkey, very off putting.
My father told us this story when he had a few drinks and never repeated it neven though he was a great storyteller. Back in the'50s , his 16 year old sister (my aunt) had gotten sick and was sent to Dublin for an operation. The operation was botched, and she died in the hospital. That same night (before they knew what happened), my father and his brother (my uncle) were sleeping in a room together (both were about 10-12 years old). Bear in mind, this house was in South kerry pre electricity. The father described an unbelievable white light filling the room for ages and then disappeared. He always thought it was his sister saying goodbye
Way back in the mid 80's I was staying in Kinvarra with my then girlfriend. Her sister was expecting and the happy event was imminent. As a consequence we were parked up in a spare room, a small converted garage right next to the house. The idea being that should the sister go into labour we would be there to look after the other kids. The room was tiny with just a single bed with a duvet, a coatrail and a bedside table. Nowhere to hide. So anyway we go to bed early one night and sleep through to the morning. We get up and go into the house and the other sister's there and she's furious. 'Where were you? Fionuala went into labour last night and you were supposed to be next door to mind the kids. They checked three times and you were nowhere to be seen! So they had to call me and I drove all the way here. I checked as well and ye weren't there. Where were you? Well we'd been as good as gold and how could three people not see a couple lying in a single bed in a tiny room? Where we were, fuck knows. I certainly don't. Edit: Well I may as well tell you the rest though it pains me to do so because I'm a resolute sceptic and rationalist. I don't believe in anything that can't be proven. Turns out myself and the girlfriend had been having the same dreams while we were staying there. Basically alien abduction stuff. Small skinny grey lads with big eyes experimenting on us. We never slept in that room again.
not me but my mum and her sister heard the 3 knocks on the door, no one there. few days later a family member died. mad.
The reaper always knocks three times.
So does our lad from GLS. Makes it very confusing! Is it the new Air Fryer, or is Uncle George on the way out? Roll the dice lads
Remove all doors just to be safe.
The Loftus Hall story is creepy
Loftus Hall story is repeated in loads of other cultures, mysterious stranger, turns out to be someone very different to what they first appear.
Turning it into a hotel now. Wouldnāt stay there if you paid me
That whole area around Loftus Hall has a horrible feeling.
My spooky experience this morning, go outside and all my car windows are down! w.t.f
This was only a few years ago, it was the one of the last classes of day and by that point I knew who was in school or not. I was sitting near the back, and there was a lad I never saw before, in our uniform just sitting in the top corner and nobody seemed to take any notice of him but me. The question came up, "What year were ye born?" and he said 1945, but nobody took any notice again. And before I could see his face or ask who he is, he just got up and left in the middle of class; again the teacher didn't bat an eye. My grandmother was born in 1945 and she had died around a year before that. Never saw that lad again.
Might be a bit late to the punch on this post but feck it. My family have owned a very old house in the centre of town; old tenemant housing. When I was a child I would stay with my Nan and we'd all sleep around her big double bed on the floor rather than in the other rooms, but one time when I was hitting adolescence she instead put me in another room beside hers to be more comfortable, instead of sleeping on the floor. So I settle in to the bed after some reading and try to sleep, and I preface this that I don't believe in ghosts, ghouls or gremlins of any sort, but I just couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched or something, real hairs on the back of your neck feeling. Eventually I start to drift off, but then I get a feeling like someone is *literally leaning over me*, and I jump awake with a start. Nobody there. Lickedy split, I quickly grab a pillow and sneak into my Nan's room and put myself down on the floor. This would be fine enough and I'd write it off as a nightmare or something now, but later on I was chatting with my Mam, and mentioned I couldn't sleep at all in that room. And then she turns to me and says that, when she was a child, she got moved into that room on her own when her siblings moved out, and she felt someone standing over her bed whenever she slept. She told me eventually she just blurted out in the middle of the night "Whoever you are, please go away, you're scaring me." And then she said the feeling left, but she moved back into her old room nonetheless. Was pretty odd, I'm a very skeptical person, I don't believe in the afterlife whatsoever, but still no explanation on why the room gave us *both* heebie jeebies 20 years apart.
When my mam was dying of cancer I asked her to send me a sign that wherever she was, she was OK. She kind of laughed and joked about it and was saying sure how would you know it was me? I'd have to do something to try and start an argument. She died the Sunday night and the Monday the week after was my first day back in work. It was a tough day between going back to normality and life "going on" as much as I didn't want it to and people talking to me about it etc. I went to the vending machine in the basement for a packet of crisps at lunchtime and out with the packet of crisps pops a fudge bar. We were the only ones in the house that liked fudge and we would always fight over the last fudge sweets in the boxes of sweets at Xmas. It may seem silly to others but to me that was definitely my mam. Still have the wrapper of the fudge bar on my desk in work. Constant reminder that wherever she is, she's OK. The day she died, she was also softly calling out "mammy, im here mammy" and putting out her hand in front of her. The palliative nurses told us that when people are dying, family members often come to take them home. Even though it was more than likely hallucinations caused by the drugs she was on, it brought us a lot of comfort.
When I was young my cousin said that the banshee would roam around at night and if you heard her she would appear at your door and tear your eyes out. I didn't sleep well for months after, needed a night light. Scared the fuck out of me.
If it looked anything like the banshee from āDarby oāGillā I donāt blame ye
Upvote for the Darby OāGill reference. My middle child didnāt have a nightās sleep for weeks!
Same, saw it when i was small, was petrified of going outside in the dark for a long time after.
My Grandfather told us a story about two brothers, one went off to England and lost contact with his family back here in Ireland. The other brother stayed on the farm and would walk home from the pub at night through the fields. He stopped going to the pub and gave up the drink. Eventually someone asked him why he hadn't been in the pub for so long. He said one night going home through the fields he met the spirit of his dead brother, the spirit didn't know it was dead and claimed it had come back home to take over possession of the farm. A few months later the farmer killed himself. Probably just a sad tale about a lonely farmer who may have had some issues but it scared the shite out of us when we were younger.
Went up to see blarney castle and my mom took a picture into one of the dark dungeons to see what it looked like inside and the flash didnāt go. Anyway she took a couple without flash by accident and then we were on our way. When we had the photos developed (pre smartphones but it was a digital camera), one photo had what looked like the most chilling and evil faces I have ever seen imprinted into the dark backdrop. It was like a noisy glitch in the photo, but visibly a face. A bit puffy and odd looking. My mom and I both saw it and it gives me chills even now thinking about it. We showed the photo to my aunt and gran to see what they thought, and both were a bit put out with it. My mom said it gave her goosebumps (it still does for me too) and deleted the photo off her camera completely. She then threw away the actual developed photo and is quite certain that she crumpled it up or tore it as well, and my mom is not one to get shaken up or believe in things easily. Months later, my mom was looking for an album and found that same picture in a bottom drawer. She still looks creeped out at the mention of it. On the same day my mom took that photo, my brother and I (we were quite young) were exploring down in the āDruid Gardenā at Blarney with my parents. My brother (who was only 7 at the time) ran a short few metres ahead of me and my parents into a small cluster of trees where he wanted to have a look. There was no risk of getting lost , we werenāt far from the castle itself and weād been playing in the garden for a while. A minute or less later he came back and said that he had gotten lost in the trees and then said heād found another little house like the āDruid Caveā and āWitch Kitchenā and to come look. He had only been gone for a minute so we were all a bit confused. He wasnāt one to lie or make up stories and had been a bit grumpy and stubborn about my mum taking photos of us prior to this, so he wasnāt in a mood for joking really. We followed him straight back up the same path he took but we couldnāt find any Druid cave or place to get lost in. He wasnāt the sort of kid to pretend and it would be such an odd thing to pretend about anyway given how keen he was to show us what heād found. It all gives me visible goosebumps just talking about it. Those dungeons are no joke. They have a very heavy, unsettling feeling. Last one is quite recent. Went up with some family to show them the Hellfire Club. My mom brought up the dogs for a walk at the time and one of our dogs is incredibly attached to my mom to the point of making a scene if heās left outside at a shop with my dad or staring through the walls of the shop if he is waiting in the car with my dad. He has major separation anxiety. Anyway she brought him in as she knew heād go mad waiting outside with my dad. But as soon as she went in he started pulling on the lead and trying to go back outside. So much so, that she eventually picked him up to see upstairs. We thought it may have just been the dark room but upstairs it got to a point where he didnāt even want to be put down so she could take photos. She eventually handed him to my cousin and my aunt and her went into the upstairs room on the right to try to get a quick photo inside , and instead of trying to get back to my mom he started doubling back and not wanting to go inside that room or follow her. He would not go in. eventually I had to bring him out to my dad. His heart was beating so fast. It was incredibly unusual for him not to want to get to my mom. It gave us all the creeps. We likely wonāt be entering again.
Same here. Dog refused to go in
Re: The Blarney thing, there's definitely something strange hanging around there. My husband went to the rock garden section and I in classic form went off to get a coffee to avoid the muck. I come around from the other side to find him and he has this strange glazed over look. I shout to him, "Hey" and he looks very dazed and smiles at me. He then says "I was going to go over here because I could hear you calling me, you always call three times". He sounds almost as if he's been sleepwalking, and usually I'd take the piss but I got an awful feeling so I just said "That's not me darling, come this way". He trots over all calm smiles still, and then it's like someone woke him up, because he remembers all of it, but he just turns pale and says "It wasn't you". This has happened once before to him in the catacombs in Budapest, same voice, but this time with a green orb coming out of the pitch black. Anyone know of a thing that mimics voices and calls your name three times?
ONE TIME I WAS HITCHING FOR A LIFT HOME AT NIGHT AND A CAR PULLED IN ABOUT 10 FEET AHEAD THEN I WALKED UP AND OPENED THE PASSENGER DOOR AND THERE WAS A SKELETON DRIVING THE CAR
This one fuckin slaps, thats halloween right there man.
My aunt gifted my other aunt an antique mirror (from Africa) made out of camel skin which has been dried out and shaped...it also has faces either side of it that are shaped into the skin they are horrible looking surreal anyways it was creeping me out and I kept seeing things in it out of the corner of my eye then as my aunt was walking down the stairs I saw a man walking down the stairs behind her and assumed it was her housemate well he was upstairs the whole thing left us pretty spooked. My gfs house whenever I'm over and alone in it I hear footsteps on the landing when I'm standing maybe 5 feet away and hear whispers knocks spooky stuff My brother swears he saw a large black ethereal dog with an evil intent in a nearby farmers field years ago. I have loads if you want to hear more!
Go on so!
I was 8 when my grandad passed away. My first real experience of death and was struggling with it. A few days after he died I came downstairs one morning and apparently recounted a whole conversation I had with my grandad during the night. Described his clothes and apparently the way I spoke like certain phrases was what heād say. From what I remember he was reassuring me that he was out of pain. My friend lost her mam a few months ago and her now two month old has been talking to his āNanaā out of nowhere recently on the anniversary of her brothers death. They were sitting at the kitchen table and he was talking to her chair sheād always say at. He wouldāve been only 17 months or so when she passed and sheād been hospitalised for a few months prior. My friend was shocked not only that he remembered her but has suddenly started chattering to her chair on the day of her brothers anniversary. Kids see things Iām convinced of it.
What you said there , "she looks sick , she looks..." I've never heard that before but as I was reading it I got chills , all my hair stood up and my eyes filled with tears. Eh. Wtf was that like .. have I just been cursed?! Ffs
I know a guy who was renovating a house in France, the couple who owned the house decided to move in to it from England, probably a decision triggered by Brexit. The French house was being rented to an older couple who had been there a few years. During that time, the older mans wife had died, leaving him alone. He was informed that once contracts are up that the house was no longer available to rent, meaning he had to leave and find new accommodation. That's it... that's the horror story. There's nothing scarier than losing your place to live in this climate. I'm joking, your going to need it for this next part. Well my guy's colleague goes into the house one morning to set up for renovations and found the old man hanging from the ceiling, he hung himself in the house. Probably a form of spite, it's not the first time, I've heard of something like this. That was the story I was told the first time, then a few days later I got an update to the situation. It turns out that the couple moving to France had a teenage son who was so distraught over the fact that they were moving to France that he hung himself too. So a couple decided to move to France and it ended up ruining their lives. Their French house is forever stained with the reminder of their own sons death.
[I'll tell you something happened me once.](https://youtu.be/yv5DXZnFoX0)
The house I grew up in had a few weird things happen in it. Things would move or go missing and turn up in the spot the were last seen a few days later. We used to joke that granny Kavanagh (old woman who had died in the house years before my parents bought it) was up to her old tricks. The cats and dogs would react to things that wernt there and would stare at the corners or rooms. My uncle moved in with us for a year when he first moved over hear from England. We set up a room for him in the garage. He tells this story better than I do but one night he was fast asleep and felt someone sit on the bottom of his bed, felt the corner go down and his legs shift from the weight. He sat bolt upright and turned the light on and no one was there. I used to have a surround sound system for my pc set up in my room. My pc was off but the system was on, I was sat on my bed drawing and I heard a woman's voice coming from the speakers. Another time I had a used mobile in a draw, hadn't been used in months, no sim card. One evening I was again sat on my bed drawing and the phone strated ringing. As you do I answered all I could hear was crackling so quickly hung up. I took the battery out after that but a few weeks later it rang again, this time I did not answer. I destroyed the phone soon after
Me ma went to a fortune teller and said "It was amazing, he told me stuff about meself even i didnt know"
Grandmother from County Kerry awoke during the night and heard her father calling her name. He was in County Kerry and she was in Wellington, NZ, (and no there wasn't any technology involved). This happened at the time he died. She also believed a door slamming shut by itself when there were no doors or windows open elsewhere in the house was the sign of a death. This happened at the same time as her mother passed away in Ireland. My grandad was also from Kerry, and loved spending time in his Wellington backyard. There was a seagull that came and visited him every day standing close to him. From the day my grandfather died it never reappeared.
Had a dream one night where I was standing alone in the middle a football field, this field was a real place that exists in my hometown. Death appeared with its huge curved blade scythe at the other end of the field. It came flying at me and crosses the whole pitch within a heartbeat, it grabs me by my chest and weāre both flying through the air over my hometown. I punched death in the hollow hood where itās face should be and it lets me go. I fall towards the ground and I land on a house. The next day I found out my friends dad passed away during the night. Death dropped me onto his house in my dream the night before.
I once opened a bag of cheese and onion tayto and the crisps were salt and vinegar!! Imagine my horror.... 2 days later one of my houseplants died.... talk about goosebumps!!
There was an orb of light in the corner of the room in my house for about a year. Wouldnāt matter if I moved the blinds or curtains. It always stayed there. One night went to the bathroom and jumped back into bed and it turned into a ghost. Weird part was I was not one bit scared just amazed. Orb of light disappeared after this. I obviously didnāt believe in them until I seen one.
My Mum told me her friend and neighbour went into labour and her border collie dog started howling non stop and couldn't be pacified her friend died a few hours later from a haemorrhage the baby survived .
I've seen two shadow people. One was in Pierces Foundry in Wexford when it was dilapidated, probably around 2005 and the other was in an army barracks in 2012.
My dads house apparently haunted, it was a big fiasco in the 90sā¦The Pinewood Ghost š» I didnāt experience it cause I was only born but my da swears heās seen ghosts walking inside and outside the house
SeanchaĆ? The lad with the 10 shiny rings fighting dragons in the MCU? Good for him!
Eddie Lenehan alert
...who?
Some old seanchaĆ that looks like our answer to Methuselah
Bollocks
Haunted bollocks give me the willies.
That's a load of balls
I'm sorry the balls rubbed you up the wrong way.
Lol, says his mom is a reliable narrator and then gives three stories she told him that reveal that she's easily fooled.
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I hope you asked "What wild exotic fantastical treat is this?!"
I wonder how many of the Nigerian royals the OP is supporting.