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As she began to lock up and as her talk continued, a number of voices were heard in conversation, also This employee told Jackson that the voices were all male, and struck an authoritative tone, which led them to think of the wardens from the old prison. Jackson recalls another eerie incident, recorded in her book Ghosts of Cork, which occurred during restoration work on the old prison in the s. The strange event involved two electricians who discovered they had an extra helper one day, who managed to lighten their workload by up to a third.

The workers were amazed at the speed in which their jobs were completed and shocked to find that nobody else had been in the building on the day. Such strange reports, coupled with others of a much more haunting and personal nature, were all to the fore at the first All-Ireland Ghost Convention. Cork farmer Jim oloughlin captivated and terrified the gathering at the All-Ireland Ghost Convention, recounting some of the many run-ins he has had with the supernatural. This grounding, however, was of little comfort when he was forced to confront the strange reality When I was in my twenties I took a job spreading lime on land near Dungarvan, Co.

Waterford, oloughlin told the eager gathering.

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There was no one around the fields that day but m ut as my internship finishes at the end of the month I wont be organising the guts of your launch, Ill be more than happy to help with any preparations you might have in the next couple of weeks. It was a lonesome old place, just a big expanse of ploughed land. So I worked away unhindered until suddenly I could see this man standing up at one end of the field. You could see him clear as day against the white of the lime on the ground. I thought at first it was someone approaching but the next look I gave in that direction seconds later there was no sign of him at all.

Well, I thought to myself, hes gone away with himself. Hes clever enough, I thought because a lot of stones fly out of the spinner that spreads the lime and he could have been hit. I drove the tractor on towards the top of the field and turned around and to my amazement there he was again in the same spot just standing without movement.

He cut a stark figure, plain against the earth, slightly stooped with a rope tying his coat in the middle and carrying a stick. I was just finishing up at this time and something inside made me not move to approach the fellah, so I turned to drive out the gate. I will never forget the shiver that went up my back as I left that place. I had about twenty miles to drive home and I Two years passed and Jim oloughlin had all but put behind him that unnerving experience in the lonesome field when it was brought to him. I was going out with a friend one evening and we met these two girls at a dance.

Did you ever see the man above there in the field? In an instant it all came flooding back. I was shocked and immediately asked could they tell me anything about him. He wears an ould gabardine coat with a rope tied around the middle of it, a hat and he has a stick in his hand they told me.

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According to the girls an old man of about 70 or 75 years had come into the area from about 20 or 30 miles away to view a farmhouse that was for sale many years ago. While he was taking a look around the place he died suddenly in one of the rooms of the house and to this day he has been seen still looking around the land. This was all news to me. I was a complete stranger to the area and had never heard of any of this but what I saw that day matched their story dead on, oloughlin said. Jim oloughlin also recalled to the Ghost Convention what he describes as a terrible experience and one he endured in the company of a number of friends and reliable witnesses.

A friend of mine was doing a written history of the nire Valley in Counties Waterford and Tipperary, so myself and another two pals spent four days out with him collecting the correct names of places and picking up anecdotes of things he might want to include. Just as we were coming to the end of the research he took us up to Clonmel for a meal and to have a chat and say thank you for our help, said oloughlin. We had a great night and got to know each other quite well, leaving Clonmel for home at about 1. But as we were driving out the nire Road to all our surprise we met a friar trotting down the middle of the road dressed in traditional garb of sandals, a brown habit, and a white cord around his waist.

He was also defined by a beard he wore nearly down to his waist. This friar was moving at a fair pace up the middle of the road towards the car. But as soon as he was in front of us he disappeared. We pulled over to the side of the road with a screech. But there was no sign of him. Where had he gone? Did he go through the car or over it? He couldnt have gone over the fence because there was a river running fast on the other side of it, oloughlin recalled. There were five of us in the car that night and we all swore to have seen this cleric.

We decided to drive back up the road to try and make sense of it all. But we could find neither sight nor sound of him. We drove two miles in either direction but gave up because of the late hour. At this stage we could only go on home so we dropped everyone off and I suppose thought no more of it until three weeks later, John, the man who had hired us to do the local research, died suddenly while out of the country. We went up to Glasnevin Cemetery for the funeral. To our absolute amazement the priest who was reciting the prayers at the graveyard was dressed and looked the exact same as the friar we saw run towards our car that night.

There was no difference at all; he had on the same robe and a beard of equal length over his chest. I dont pretend to know how these things happen but I believe it was something like a premonition of death coming to the group travelling in the car that night, said oloughlin. He also told the Ghost Convention that on another occasion he was at the nire lakes making a video for a friend who he explained couldnt make their way up there. It was in the early s when I went up with my daughter and a friend of mine and as we were driving down through a lonesome road along the back of a mountain we saw this dog; a massive thing standing at the side of the road.

He was as big as a donkey and jet black; Id never seen anything like him in my life before. He was like one of those big wolfhounds and his two eyes were shining bright as if he were a parked car. I remember I said to neddy, the guy beside me, Hes a queer looking yoke.

Hes not for anything good now. My friend just said, Hes probably out killing sheep or something. I brought the man to his door and he asked us in for a cup of tea. Well, the minute I put my foot on the ground out of the car I got this awful chill and I went inside and began to fret, for no apparent reason, on how I was ever going to get home, said There were three lonesome roads I could take home and in my mind one was worse than the other.

I eventually got going anyway and made in onto the main road without incident. We got home and really thought nothing more until the following week when I got a phone call from neddys sister telling me he had died during the day. Ill always remember how neddy had taken no real notice of that black dog but had seen him alright.

And I always think that when you get a chill up yourself like that there is always something about, something at play on a supernatural level. I checked around the locality whether anyone owned a dog like that and there was no one who had even heard of a black dog that size but plenty who know that a black dog appears to foretell a death, oloughlin said. Despite a citywide buzz of excitement in the build up to the first ever Ghost Convention organiser Cooke received a barrage of calls asking whether a ghost would actually appear or not the convention was run in a largely informative manner, rather than as an illustrative one.

According to Cooke, a profound respect has to be met when dealing with those who find themselves disturbed by the paranormal. Its no theme-park. He is quick to stress that this is a serious convention, if you want a spooky show then you can pick up a comic in the corner shop. Cookes experience in the paranormal took a I was approached in June by a man asking for help with something in his old family home, which was way beyond his control and was ruining his life.

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This man was going through a separation from his wife at the time and took up temporary residence in his mothers house, where he had grown up. His mother had died a number of years previously, and his father was living elsewhere, so he found himself alone, or so he thought, in the big old farm building of his youth. Through consultation, Cooke discovered that his new client was so seriously affected by what was going on in his new home, that he had become dependent on prescription sleeping pills to help him get any semblance of rest, and that he had begun to seriously abuse alcohol in an effort to cope.

I had treated cases of over-active imagination down through the years and remained dubious.