I will have to catch up on this thread, you've let loose the paranormal enthusiast in us all Pinky, I will reread up on your experiences, sorry I didn't get to earlier, but I must say that if you do come to Ireland one day I hope that you won't spend all your time in the graveyard, my ditch is always availble of course. :rolleyes:
"We are never so happy, never so unhappy, as we imagine"
Le Rochefoucauld.
"A smack in the face settles all arguments, then you can move on kid."
I love old graveyards too. i always read and look for the oldest and look at the family plots. you learn alot of history that way. about the lives that were before you.
guppy;475805 wrote: I love old graveyards too. i always read and look for the oldest and look at the family plots. you learn alot of history that way. about the lives that were before you.
Yes, I do like old graveyards myself, and seeing all those past lives, though its also a bit of a stark reminder that all those lives ended up with being put in a hole and curious people coming to look at you and laugh at your strange surname 200 years after you popped it. Still could be worse suppose.
"We are never so happy, never so unhappy, as we imagine"
Le Rochefoucauld.
"A smack in the face settles all arguments, then you can move on kid."
Lovely, actually I know a cracking graveyard, the once King of Leinster is buried there, and its near a sacred well, and its got a celtic high cross, and its got graves from 1,400 years ago, there is a norman bailey at the same site as well come to think of it, (it was part of a very early monsatic site), overlaid on an earlier celtic one, oh you would like that I think.
"We are never so happy, never so unhappy, as we imagine"
Le Rochefoucauld.
"A smack in the face settles all arguments, then you can move on kid."
Pinky;475820 wrote: OMG!!! Like it? I'm bouncing around with excitement!!!
That's my holiday for this summer planned!:wah:
Oh and I don't know if I mentioned it before, but there is castle near where I live that was owned by some fmaily for about 800 years and Cromwells soliders were once billeted in it when they were over kicking us Irish about the place. Anyways the owner of the castle is the head of a coven of witches and worshippers of Isis, (I think you have to be a girl, damn), and the dungeons of the castle have been refashioned as a temple for Isis, and they worship there regularly, with those practices that you would know a lot more about than me. Oh and there is a mountain I go to to get some peace from the world, where its said that the Fianna, who were the followers of Fionn McCool, (who of course ate of the salmon of knowledge and became a wise leader of Celtic champions), now lie buried under and that one day they will rise again, to claim ireland for themselves once more, oh and that village where they filmed that ballykissangel is fairly near where I come from, though there is nothing supernatural about that as far as I know (except the acting). Actually, come to think of it I live in Ireland, and the place is full of stuff like this, everywhere, yeah, you'll like it alright, bring a sword in case there is any trouble.
"We are never so happy, never so unhappy, as we imagine"
Le Rochefoucauld.
"A smack in the face settles all arguments, then you can move on kid."
Ok Galbally where are you living. It sounds more interesting than by me. Although let me think. I'm near Charlesfort and Blarney. They're cool to visit. Don't know about being haunted though. But the jail here in Cork is supposed to be haunted. They do a scence there at halloween each year. We must get together and go somewhere scarey.
jennyswan;476100 wrote: Ok Galbally where are you living. It sounds more interesting than by me. Although let me think. I'm near Charlesfort and Blarney. They're cool to visit. Don't know about being haunted though. But the jail here in Cork is supposed to be haunted. They do a scence there at halloween each year. We must get together and go somewhere scarey.
Me no giving out addresses on a public access forum JS, though I will tell you its near enough Kilkenny, and it ain't near Mayo. Nah, I'm Southeast, wexford, carlow, wicklow, kilkenny, waterford, you know all round there. Havn't been around your part of Cork, was only in Cork City really, which was pretty cool. Was in Kerry a few times all right, lovely, but being a cork girl you probably don't want me to go on about Kerry, do you know "Rinaskeena" (thats not spelled right) its in west cork, south, I knew a girl from there once.
"We are never so happy, never so unhappy, as we imagine"
Le Rochefoucauld.
"A smack in the face settles all arguments, then you can move on kid."
Galbally;476407 wrote: Me no giving out addresses on a public access forum JS, though I will tell you its near enough Kilkenny, and it ain't near Mayo. Nah, I'm Southeast, wexford, carlow, wicklow, kilkenny, waterford, you know all round there. Havn't been around your part of Cork, was only in Cork City really, which was pretty cool. Was in Kerry a few times all right, lovely, but being a cork girl you probably don't want me to go on about Kerry, do you know "Rinaskeena" (thats not spelled right) its in west cork, south, I knew a girl from there once.
Hi Galbally
I don't know that place exactly but believe it or not I love West Cork and Kerry. I think I'm a country girl at heart. We were so glad to move out a bit from the city.
I don't know that place exactly but believe it or not I love West Cork and Kerry. I think I'm a country girl at heart. We were so glad to move out a bit from the city.
Thats cool, I'm a country boy as well, I did the same thing when I moved back outa Dublin, too much hastle, not enough castle, know what I mean! :wah:
"We are never so happy, never so unhappy, as we imagine"
Le Rochefoucauld.
"A smack in the face settles all arguments, then you can move on kid."
Galbally;476459 wrote: Thats cool, I'm a country boy as well, I did the same thing when I moved back outa Dublin, too much hastle, not enough castle, know what I mean! :wah:
Definately. After living in the city centre for a while I wouldn't care if I moved to the back of beyonds. There was so much scum around. It's a terrible thing to say and I know not all city folk are like that but it was nasty where we were. People were so selfish and didn't care about anybody else. I have a rough idea where you are. Nice countryside there.
jennyswan;476473 wrote: Definately. After living in the city centre for a while I wouldn't care if I moved to the back of beyonds. There was so much scum around. It's a terrible thing to say and I know not all city folk are like that but it was nasty where we were. People were so selfish and didn't care about anybody else. I have a rough idea where you are. Nice countryside there.
Aye, good land round where I am, good for horses. Pretty as well, and some hills and mountains as well, though not comparable to west cork or west kerry, which are both of course spectacular!
"We are never so happy, never so unhappy, as we imagine"
Le Rochefoucauld.
"A smack in the face settles all arguments, then you can move on kid."
Galbally;476501 wrote: Aye, good land round where I am, good for horses. Pretty as well, and some hills and mountains as well, though not comparable to west cork or west kerry, which are both of course spectacular!
We sound like an ad for Bord Failte
I like horses. My Dad used to work on a stud farm and my sister has some.
I used to ride out a little until I got thrown a few times and stubborn me gave up.
The weather here is real bad at the moment. The main street collapsed today. I was soaked coming home.
jennyswan;476523 wrote: We sound like an ad for Bord Failte
I like horses. My Dad used to work on a stud farm and my sister has some.
I used to ride out a little until I got thrown a few times and stubborn me gave up.
The weather here is real bad at the moment. The main street collapsed today. I was soaked coming home.
Did the main street collapse?, was it one the news?, jeez thats shocking!, what happened, was it built over a storm drain or something? I'd say ye got it worse than us over there in the west, though it was no picnic here either, the pipe and the lecky went for a night and a morning, and the tree in the neighbors blew over and a branch just bizzed me car. I also heard that apparently some fella went walking into the sea in Galway the other day when the wind was at 150 kph, I don't think we'll be seeing him again. It must be the season for it, sure what about your man that told pat kenny where to stuff himself on the late late, and then the next week he rammed RTE when the Turbidy show was on, something about an invention he thinks people won't believe in, and his daughter is a researcher on RTE, (thanks da!) a menalist if ever there was one.
"We are never so happy, never so unhappy, as we imagine"
Le Rochefoucauld.
"A smack in the face settles all arguments, then you can move on kid."
I was a Coalminer when I was younger, the last in a long line of men in my family, who have worked in the mines. The place I worked in was 150 years old, with extensive workings, and many un-natural deaths occuring over those years. I have worked alone in the pitch dark, with just a cap lamp for light, on many occasions, and have seen a lot of things which now, nearly 20 years later, I am still unable to explain. Some of those things can be attributed to imagination, I suspect, others not! There was a memorial erected underground, at the scene of an explosion that killed 30+ men in the 1800s. When I was there it was called the South Incline, and nobody, but nobody, would go there alone! Here's a link if you want to read about it, click on, "the story"
Did the main street collapse?, was it one the news?, jeez thats shocking!, what happened, was it built over a storm drain or something? I'd say ye got it worse than us over there in the west, though it was no picnic here either, the pipe and the lecky went for a night and a morning, and the tree in the neighbors blew over and a branch just bizzed me car. I also heard that apparently some fella went walking into the sea in Galway the other day when the wind was at 150 kph, I don't think we'll be seeing him again. It must be the season for it, sure what about your man that told pat kenny where to stuff himself on the late late, and then the next week he rammed RTE when the Turbidy show was on, something about an invention he thinks people won't believe in, and his daughter is a researcher on RTE, (thanks da!) a menalist if ever there was one.
Yeah the whole country is mad isn't it?
I think some underground pipe burst causing the road to collapse. The traffic was terrible. I saw the bit of the late late show on Youtube. It was gas wasn't it?
Anyway we better stop highjacking Pinkys thread.
Back to ghost stories now.
When my uncle Paddy was younger he was walking home from a dance, now they leave in the heart of the country and there used to be only moonlight to guide you home. He said that one night he was walking home and he could see an only lady dressed all in black coming towards him. As she neared he looked up to say hello and she was right in front of him. Next thing is she walked right through him just as if she was in another dimension and didn't even see him. He was real scared. Plus he swears he was sober and it was like 3am in the morning. Bet he ran home that night. :rolleyes:
I'll tell you about one of my ghost encounters, when I worked in the mine. It was 20 odd years ago, and I'm still not sure about it. At the time this happened, I was a power support fitter, hydraulics and stuff, and worked on a coalface in the 7ft seam. This particular day, a bloke on a face in the 10ft district had called in sick, and I was asked to go and cover for him, I'd only been there once before so I was careful to get directions. It was at the farthest end of the mine, 2 train rides and a 1500 metre walk later I reported to the Deputy in charge. He'd got a job for me straight away, a pump wasn't working, about 600 metres out from the coalface. It turned out to be a small job, took ten minutes, so I set off back towards the face, on the way I saw a man sitting on a toolbox at the side of the tunnel, a tool in every pocket, and hanging from his belt, another tech like me. I was a bit pissed off and as I walked past him I said, You could have fixed that bloody thing and saved me a trip, he never answered, and I wasn't in the mood and carried on to the coalface.. When I got to the Deputy, I ripped into him, saying he'd got me all this way for a ten minute job and there was already a maintenance guy up there, lots of F-ing and blinding, blah blah! He gave me a very strange look and called over some of the blokes that were erecting the steel roadway arches, and proceeded to tell them what I'd said, more strange looks. I then had to describe the man in detail, at the end of which they told me that the man I had seen had been killed by the road cutting machine, 2 years previously!
So that's it, I was told I'd seen a ghost, I'm still not sure, I just saw a man.
My dog's a cross between a Shihtzu and a Bulldog... It's a Bullsh!t..
The poolhall's a great equalizer. In the poolhall, nobody cares how old you are, how young you are, what color your skin is or how much money you've got in your pocket... It's about how you move. I remember this kid once who could move around a pool table like nobody had ever seen. Hour after hour, rack after rack, his shots just went in. The cue was part of his arm and the balls had eyes. And the thing that made him so good was... He thought he could never miss. I know, 'cause that kid was me.