Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hi everyone, Ill tell you a story that some parts I wasn’t there to witness but the people I heard it from have my utter trust, I hope they have yours.

I’m from London but my family are originally from Ireland, a little town in Wexford named Enniscorthy. Well If you wish to you can look back, there was a famous battle there in the Irish revolutionary war against England in 1798. Well anyway the town is built around a large hill with large mountain style rocks on top. Where the majority of the battle took place. The ghosts of dead soldier from both England and Ireland are spotted so much there its almost a strange phenomena if you haven’t seen them. I hadn’t until I was 16, Around two weeks into a four week holiday My grandmothers mother died at the age of 94. That night my grandmother stayed in her house rather than were the rest of our family stayed (We had a large extension/Cottage built towards the end of a garden for when we stay over, being in Ireland the gardens are huge).

Well the next morning she came back and looked very drawn and tired, after a lie down she explained to everyone that she hardly slept, seeing as she could hear people talking loudly, just as if it was broad daylight, out side her room. The strangest thing was it was in Gaelic, the ancient Irish language that hasn’t been Ireland’s national language for close to 250 or so years. The next night her sister (My Nan’s family being catholic, means she’s one of 10.) stayed and ran out of the house screaming when a mans voice screamed at her in Gaelic (Both my grandparents family speak basic Gaelic) To ‘leave now’ so she obviously did immediately. Within a few days plenty of little things happened that many of the family passed of as my great-grandmother sending sweet message’s. Like when making a cup of tea my uncle left the room to find her mug left by the kettle.

However, two nights after this event strange things started happening in out cottage on the grounds. I stayed in a room with my brother, with my uncle and aunt next door. (it was four bedroom) well anyway in the middle of the night I could hear there door banging as if someone was lightly punching it almost, It awoke me and my brother immediately, slightly scared we sat in silence as we heard it give one final bang then stop, my uncle got up and checked on us then went back to bed and it stopped. However the next night the same sort of thing happened only now on our door and his. Me and my brother being 16 and 15 at the time tried to act brave but we were terrified until finally at around 4 am our door was pushed gently open and what can only be described as a low grumble was heard. That was it for a while in our place. Regular haunting activities happened within the main house but that was played down and ignored, seeing as every house was supposedly haunted by a ‘soldiers spirit’ seeing as the Irish were massacred at this battle and all came from the village.

However the Final and biggest thing to happen was actually on top of the hill itself, known as Vinegar Hill. I went with my brother and two sister with my uncle up on the hill at around 5am in the morning with the family dog(Irish side’s dog) seeing as it was our last day and there was fog on the hill, simply to have a bit of a fright for fun really. any way Me and my siblings went off to explore the rocky top side (even though we’d been 100 times) while my uncle played fetch with the dog, he came back around 10 minutes later with a look I can still remember, pure and utter terror. Apparently, now I never seen this so I can only take his word and believe me, the look on his face could not of been acted. He seen a line of dead Irish soldier’s chanting in Gaelic and carrying candle’s down to a large opening in a brier patch where he swears he seen a coffin surrounded by candles. He ran immediately away and now says he seen 15 or so soldier carrying candles and chanting in low voice’s. An himself believes it was a re-enactment of a funeral from hundred’s of years ago.

I’m not vouching for stuff I didn’t see but it changed my ‘maybe there is ghosts/ yet maybe not’ idea into pure belief. Sorry if I rambled and this is unclear but I felt I needed to share this. I’m 20 now and still remember it vividly…Hope you Enjoy.

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