Speaker 1: You're listening to the Paranormal UK Radio Network, the best
in paranormal talk radio in the UK and around the world.
Speaker 2: Scary Era Era is the Irish or Gaelic word for Ireland.
Paranormal means all the things that are impossible to explain
by non natural forces or by science, and Ireland is
steep and lower ghosts, blood, sweat, tears, sacrifice, hunger, desperation
and charm. Oh and the paranormal. Welcome to Scary Era,
Mark Manning, come in, Come in, you poor old craters
and warm your hands by the fire Faultyes, juck, no
doubt you're all busy. And the run up to Christmas
and a gigantic Merry Christmas to all my scary air
of listeners and to everyone on the Paranormal Radio UK Network.
Stick around because in a moment the Squire will enlighten
you with a disturbing story of what was known as
a dollarcker back in the dark Year's a gouty, ill
doubling tale. My brother Nile and former airline captain gets
a UFO UAP mentioned shortly, and I'll be chatting with
Jenny Sullivan, the charming lady who Frontstrahat has Emerald Dial
paranormal group. Sadly hear about the last woman to be
hanged in County Carlo Jail, The Tragic Lucinda sly read
for us by the radiant Sarah Campbell voiceover and Northern
Ireland radio personality, and shall we bend the rules as well?
Just to Tadaway is Scotland and Squattish author and businessman
Nick Clark shares a true ghost story from his native
Glasgow and his life circa nineteen eighty four, And that'll
be narrated by fellow Scotland comedian Billy Kirkwood. Strap yourselves
in now UFOs or UAPs as they're generally called nowadays
in relation to Ireland. Do I have any stories for you?
The short answer is no, And then I thought, have
I anything for the guy's ufo? Wise, my brother retired
a few years ago from a forty plus year career
as an airline captain. But anyway, he said to me
what UFOs? I said, yeah, any stories at all? I
mean you're flying all time zones at the hour of
midnight right into the early morning, we small hours. Did
you ever see anything? And he said absolutely, a resounding no.
I didn't I need a sip of his coffee, and
a kind of dreamy look came over his face and
he went, do you know what, Mark, Actually, I do
have one story for you, and you won't believe where
it happened. It happened as we were on approach into
Dublin Airport over the Irish scene. Places in the world.
I've flown right around the world, the only thing I
can think about was this. They said. It was like
the late seventies or early eighties, and myself and my
co pilot were approaching for landing into Dublin Airport one night.
He came down over the Irish Sea and we were
a little bit out, he said, Suddenly the entire cockpit
lit up with glow points. He said it was like
do you remember those old disco glitter balls. You'd see
them in the old nineteen thirties, forties fifties ballrooms, the
big ball and when it would rotate, the shimmering little lights.
He said, the entire cockpit lit up with those shimmering
and swirling around. And he said, I said to my copilot,
is there someone down there using a laser? Because it
was around the time they were beginning to get popular
that the handheld blazers, and the copilot said, no way,
there's too many lights. This is mad. So all over
their uniforms and all around a cockpit, this thing kept
shimmering and swirling and swelling, and they are busy guys.
They've got to land in aircraft, so they concentrated on that,
and by the time they were nearly landing, the whole
thing had just disappeared and they were back to normal.
So there you go. He's retired now in Vietnam and
the last outfit he flew for many years, the biggest
passenger jet in the world, the Airbus A three eighty
for Emirates. That's what he was at. What a full
life he's had. So yeah, that wasn't so much his
UFO story as his UAP story Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena. I
recently had the pleasure of interviewing author Kiron Fanning, who
just published a new book called Haunted Ireland, an Atlas
of ghost stories for every county in Ireland. Here's an
excerpt called The Dollacker, read by the Squire aka David
McGlenn ow.
Speaker 3: Story begins with the murder of a young woman in
the Liberties. The killer, a man called Olaca, was soon arrested,
try and sentenced to death by hanging. He was held
in the most secure cell in the Black Dog prison. However,
he managed to avoid the news by taking his own life.
An expecting crowd waited at Gallows Road now Baggett Street
for the cart that would deliver the prison to his execution.
They protested loudly when they heard the news that Olacar
had killed himself. So they wanted a hanging, They wanted
a spectacle. They wanted to see justice done. The prison
authorities were severely criticized for allowing such a thing to happen,
and though an investigation was carried out, they couldn't explain
how it at the court. The following day, a prison
guard was found unconscious in the Black Dog. One side
of his body was parallelized and his clothes were in tatos.
When he came to, he recounted being attacked by a
dark beast in Olocar's cell. He described the demon as
being half human, half black pig. Rumors spread that it
was the angry spirit of the recently deceased prisoner Olako.
Prison staff became nervous actually at night. One night About
a week later, another prison guard went to relieve his colleague,
a man called Carolyn, who had been on sentry duty,
only to find the man's clothes and musket at his post,
with no sign of the century himself. The Olaga gasped
the guard, rushing off to alert the authorities. The Olaga
must have devoured him. The prison was searched extensively, but
no trace of the missing sentry could be found, and
now the inmates and staff became convinced that the Black
Dog was haunted by the ghosts of Olaga. Many of
the guards were too terrified to walk the night shift
alone and had to be paired up with a companion.
News of the demonic spirit that haunted the prison soon
trickled out beyond its high walls, and it wasn't long
before there was a report of the monster assaulting a
lady on the streets of the capitol. The city authorities
called the woman before the magistrate to give a full
account of the alleged attack. I was walking the lamb
by Christchurch, laying me Lord, minding me on business now,
said the woman, when it was jagged into an ally
Bia Farles just monster, Can you describe your attacker wend
me Lord. He had the body in the shape of
a man, but he had the black pig's head with
tusks and all. The magistrate dipped his pen into ink
and scratched the details and the parchment. What happened next, Well, Millard,
I kicked and pudged and screamed, didn't I My cloak
got caught and one of the creature's tusks. Give me
the chance to leg it? And you say you know
the name of your attacker. The woman nodded. Dolla. Do
you mean Olka, asked the magistrate. Yeah, that's what I said, Dollarca.
From that moment on, the dim became known as the Doloka.
After that there were many sightings of the phantom pig
in Hell and the surrounding areas. There were attacks to
always at night, and always on loan women. Dublins were
consumed by fear, and women stopped going out alone. After that,
the Dollaca became the talk of the city, and in
a tavern in Hell and Me eating was called by
a group of men to see what could be done.
We say, we am open killed the beasts, said a
man with long hair. The crowd cheered in agreement, banging
their whiskeys on the counter. How will we find the
mask and all the man we know? He looks like
a pig, said the man with a scar above his eyebrow.
But how do we find one pig in a city
full of them? By killing every single one of them,
replied the man with the scar. The crowd cheered this
proposal and agreed to a city wide cull of all pigs.
The following night, as the winter moon was rising, men
gathered at the gate a hell and with the weapons
of all sorts. Squeals filled the air as the vigilantes
swept through the city, slaughtering every pig they could find.
Though the city authorities didn't officially approve of this violence,
they secretly hoped that the cult might put an end
to the Dolloker's reign of terror. They decided to help
by organizing cats to collect the dead pigs. However, when
the cats arrived the next morning, the carcasses had all
mysteriously disappeared. Though city officials never found the carcasses, the
cold seemed to have walked because there was no more
sightings of the Dolloca that winter, The vigilante celebrated their
victory for many nights in the whiskey houses of Hell.
As spring continued into some more life in the city
returned to normal. The following winter, however, the dolaca returned.
A young woman was passing wood key when she was
pulled into Fisher's Alley by a man with a pig's head,
but she managed to escape. Horse storry reawakened terror in
the city, and once again women stopped walking the streets alone.
One night, a blacksmith from the outskirts of the city
was visiting a widow who lived near Hell. He was
very fond of her and was hoping to one day
propose to her. He was a large man with strong
arms from a lifetime of betting a hammer off an anvil.
The widow poured him a whiskey and filled him in
on the latest news of the dolaka. The blacksmith downed
his drink and held out his lass for another. I
thought he disappeared, he had said, the widow, pouring another whiskey.
But now he's back, so you'd better be careful on
your way home. I think I'm safe enough, he laughed.
So doesn't he only attack women? It's no joking matter,
scoffed the widow. Let him attack me if he wants,
I'll teach him with a thing or two. He held
up his two huge fists and shadow punched the air
like a box off. The widow laughed and poured herself
a drink. A few whiskeys let out. The city bells
rang out for midnight. I'd best be going, said the blacksmith.
Don't want to run into this dollocoffella. The widow smiled.
When the blacksmith opened the door to leave, he realized
that it was pouring rain. I didn't bring me cloak,
coming hat with me? The widow dashed back inside and
returned with a cloak, which she wrapped around his shoulders.
Take mine, but it's a woman's cloak. She pulled the
bonnet over his head. It'll keep you dry.
Speaker 2: Want it?
Speaker 3: The blacksmith pulled at the bonnet's ribbon. What if someone
sees me it's raining and it's dark, he's going to
see you, said the widow, trying not the laugh of
the blacksmith, who looked so ridiculous in our clothes. She
kissed him quickly, then pushed him out the door. He
was so stunned to get a kiss that he stood
there loss forwards, with the rains ripping off of his
freely bonnet. Go on, call the widow, closing the door,
see you next week. The blacksmith pulled the cloak around
him with one hand and held the bonnet down with
the other. Though he knew he looked silly, he was
glad of the protection against the elements. Pulled his head down.
He began walking through the rain, his boots slapping the puddles.
The streets were deserted and lit only by an occasional
lamp whose light reflected off the wet couples in splashes
of yellow. The blacksmith had to pass through hell and
the way home, and he's relieved to find it less
deare drunken revelers staggered through the rain, whilt taving on
was locked their doors. He torned the corner onto an
empty street, and that's when a dark shape rushed on
him from the shadows, Slamming against the wall. His attack
or dog rest like a man, had the head of
a black pig, complete with tusks. The blacksmith was shot
to find himself face to face with the Doloko, who
went Horne was shocked at the person in the woman's
cloak and bonnet was actually a man, and quite a
big one at that. The beast trewed to flee, but
the Blacksmith swung a mighty fist. If this creature was
a ghost, like everyone said, the fist should have passed
straight through the pig's head instead of connected squarely with
the Dolaker's jaw, sending reel into the ground. Now that
it was squirming at his feet, that blacksmith seemed convinced
that this was no demonic phantom, but just a man
in disguise. He gave the pig a kick to be sure,
and hair the human grunt of pain. I have the dollacle,
shouted the blacksmith, jumping on his captive. Up close, he
could see that the pig's head was merely a mask,
which the Blacksmith ripped off, exposing the true identity of
the nottari as Dolaka by no people that e marriged
from buildings, and one woman leaning closer recognized the blacksmith's
prisoner mc carolyn. She exclaimed, so you're not dead after all.
Who's McK carolyn, isn't he only the sentry that went
missing from the Black Dog, said the woman, the one
that was supposed to have been devoured by the dolaca.
Another man recognized the distinctive scar above Carolyn's eyebrow. That's
your man who led the pig call. The crowd dragged
the Dollako through the streets and handed him over to
the Black Dog prison, where he was admitted, this time
not as a century but as a prisoner. Mark Manning, Yeah, yeah,
a couple of things over the years. But I've learned,
well I don't. I suppose it's not learned. I've just
become accustomed to it. And I think it's kind of
it's maybe it's another sense or something. But often when
you go into places, you will get a feeling for
the place, and you'll get a feeling of whether or
not it's comfortable. And whatever cause is that, who knows
what causes that. But we have an intuition. We have
an inbuilt intuition. I can't describe what it is, where
it comes from, the physics of it, or the chemistry
of it, but it's there. And anybody will will tell
you to stick with your intuition. If you think something
doesn't feel right, then don't hang around.
Speaker 4: Superb advice from regular contributor to Scary Era, David McGlynn
aka the Squire, and don't hang around either.
Speaker 2: If you've got an Irish.
Speaker 4: Paranormal tale to tell, simply email Paranormal Ireland at Proton
Male dot com and it'll be read out for you
or you get to tell it on air yourself. That's
Paranormal Ireland at Proton Male dot com.
Speaker 2: Jenny from Emerald Dial Paranormal When did you first get
an inkling of this veil that exists beyond ay?
Speaker 5: Well, I come from a very large family and there
always has to be that one child that is different,
and that would have been me. Gosh, I was too
young to think what I'd be thinking, you know, with
ghost Just do anything like that and I would be afraid.
I'd be very afraid, and I would see things. And
then for many years after that I had put it
to one side, and then things just started happening as
I got into my team and older and older, and
then I ended up joining a team and it took
off from there.
Speaker 2: You joined a team, is that like a supernatural urb?
Speaker 5: I had joined a paranormal team in the North of Ireland, sorry,
in the North of Ireland, and I was with them
for many years, about nine eight nine years something like that,
and that's where it all started off. I was thrown
in at the deep end.
Speaker 2: Where do you hail from originally?
Speaker 5: Is it the north from Draha and I live in Drahda.
My team is from based in Drahta in County Lane.
Speaker 2: Well, you're in an advantage straight away because the place
is absolutely steeped in history.
Speaker 5: You know, it's a great place. I love when people
come over from America or when I do my shows,
I always advertise Drahata at the beautiful locations and landmarks
that we have in Drahda, the history.
Speaker 2: Of it, the kind of castle. It's a small thing.
It's almost like a Martello tower on the hill that
is called a museum.
Speaker 5: Millmount there would be one of my locations that have
been investigating for investigation for nine years. That is the
Martello tower in the museum in Johara Milimentary Museum.
Speaker 2: Is it an actual Martello It is yes. Interesting and
you say it's a museum. I remember it being at
one stage a restaurant.
Speaker 5: There is a restaurant next door to that that has
now closed. Down, but the museum was to be a
place where people lived and where the British Army barracks
were based, and that people used to live in the
museum as apartments, and that was up until I think
nineteen eighty five.
Speaker 2: It's sure panoramic, isn't it. It takes in everything. You
can see why it was military.
Speaker 5: And investigating the location itself is phenomenal. It's probably one
of my favorite places to investigate its phenomena.
Speaker 2: This is warming up for a good chat. I want
to roll back. You said, even from a preteen age
you were seeing things.
Speaker 5: Can you My bedroom was face in the backyard, and
at the top of it was a garage, and there
was a blue car sitting in it, and there was
always something white going around the wheels of the car.
Now it was up off the ground. We watched it
over and over again. Things like banging in my living
room at night time and I was told to go
back to sleep. Things that I have seen where people
wouldn't believe me. People would not believe me. I have
spoken about it many times, but I wish I could
have videoed what I had seen in my teens. It
was phenomenon. It even has me stumped to this day.
Speaker 2: The blue car. Was it a car that was in
use or was it some kind of an old abandoned.
Speaker 5: Car, an old car. It was a family rather a
family member Cartner had owned it, and it was an
old car, I think with a light sky blue. I
think it was a Honda or something like that. But
it was an old car. It wasn't in use, it
was just abandoned sitting there that you know, it was
our shed, but it was something white that was floating
around all four wheels. We sat in my bedroom staring
at it.
Speaker 2: So were other members of the family saying these things.
Speaker 5: This would have seen it too, yeah, my sister. Yeah,
we all just with the Qobos would be fitting in
the bedroom looking out of the window and looking at
each other, and they were seeing wei hundred things like
I don't know, some of some of them could see.
I know, it's going to sound weird, like a pig's head,
and that's not a good thing to see. That is
not a good thing to see. So we were kids.
We were kids, so I don't I couldn't tell you.
I couldn't even tell you what it was. Could have
could have been a cast. But like I said it
was off the ground, see through white and just flying
around the wheels of their car.
Speaker 2: So the parents, did you report back?
Speaker 5: We didn't say anything to them. We just kind of
there was so many of us, there was eleven of us,
so it probably was been tail. I know, there was
a lot of us. They probably would have just been tails.
And you know, we see things as kids and so on,
so we didn't really seen it. Was curious about it,
afraid of it, but never did anything about it.
Speaker 2: And was it that at nighttime? You'd say these it
was daytime? Yeah, daytime?
Speaker 5: Yeah.
Speaker 1: Yeah.
Speaker 2: So if there was a white mist whirling around in
the compartment of the car and it's during the day,
did you not did you not have a look in? Now?
Speaker 5: No, we did not.
Speaker 2: You were scared, Yes, we were.
Speaker 5: I remember being scared because I remember, you know, the
rest would let it go. I would not let it go.
I would always think about it, and every time I
went into that set, I would be afraid of it,
nervous of it, but I still went into it because
we used to play games in the shed and so
on and so on. The rest would forget about it.
I would remember it.
Speaker 2: The area you grew up in. Was it very historic?
Speaker 5: Yes, I live because they were two three minutes away
from the Point River.
Speaker 2: So the battleground.
Speaker 5: Oh yeah, my house is built on the battleground.
Speaker 2: Oh that that has got to be written with phenomena.
Speaker 5: Let me hurries from my house. It was, you know,
I would always have to I would always have to
cross the bridge. You know, you cannot get across the
other side of town unless you cross the bridge. I
am on the battle site of right beside the Point
River literally, you know, a two minute walk from it.
Speaker 2: Let you stay there in those four amative years, and
I'd certainly advise against it. But back then, Jen, did
you mess with a weija board or have seances or
anything like that?
Speaker 5: Guilty, definitly did Yet of course when we were younger,
and we did it as an old my old primary school,
and we kind of seen white, flat and light and
there was the guard. So we we ran with the
glass and we threw the glass away and everybody was
punnicking because the glass was not broken. Yeah it was,
you know. We we went back the next day to
look and trol into the long glass looking for the
glass so we can break it. And we did be
fatter than we broke it. But that was that was
the only time I did that when I was younger.
It just was not The answers were not what you
would want, obviously, and.
Speaker 2: Was a symbolic in so far as you broke the glass,
you broke any potential spell. Was that the thinking, yes, you.
Speaker 5: Had you had broken you know you you had closed it? Okay, yes, yes.
Speaker 2: Life went on and eventually you found yourself in a
paranormal team. When was that?
Speaker 5: Oh my godness, what jeez? What year? Is it?
Speaker 2: More than your care to remember?
Speaker 5: I suppose I am involved in paranormal about nineteen years,
about nineteen years, and my team is up and running
almost eighty years now.
Speaker 2: And what's your team called.
Speaker 5: Emerald, I'll paranormal researches.
Speaker 2: The great thing about this is, and I'm only involved
in it recently, the amount of people. It's like you
build it, they will come, you know. The great contacts
I've had from all around the place. Now and you're
at it, what nineteen years, so you've trader trove I do.
Speaker 5: I have a lot of people from around the world
that I know when I work with and I'm doing
tours for a fantastic friend of my main May Hernan.
She's run secret Ireland tours and I'm going to be
one of her investigators and tour guide. She'll take over
about twenty four to twenty five people from America, UK
wherever they want to come from, and we do nine
day tour around Ireland. So she would have great ambassadors
such as Chris Flemon or Dave Trader. Good lord, I
forgot a so named Dave Trader. So these are big
name a methodist that she would have to investigate in
it within Ireland. I do a podcast myself, so I have.
I'm doing it about four years. I have so many
friends in America, so many networks I'm involved with in America,
probably no more than Irish.
Speaker 2: Let's not let this gem get by. So what's the
name of the podcast?
Speaker 5: Shadow with Within the Night.
Speaker 2: I like to pick that's abstract but nice, very attractive.
Speaker 5: I like it Shadow.
Speaker 2: You say you say you go around Ireland, so obviously
will Emorial dial so so on. The fingers are maybe
one hand, What were the what are the kind of
key places? Everyone kind of knows Lepper, Leap Castle. Where
do you think give us an itinery there?
Speaker 5: Okay, well we will go to Redwood Castle, Great Castles
beautiful in counter Tipperary. That's that's a great We've been
investigating there for about five years. Then, of course the
usual Left Castle. It is exactly what it stays on
the tin. It is everything a lot. So people will
get something great from it, some people will not. We
have never not gotten anything for it great from it.
Speaker 2: Can I just say, Jenny, I think it's often just
for anyone listening in. It's often described as the most
haunted castle in Europe.
Speaker 5: I have found it to be extremely haunted. I have
to say all the locations I've been to, and I've
been to a lot, even the Millment Museum in Drahara
is extremely active. Left Castle has floored me sometimes, Oh
my godness, Left Castle for me is it scares me?
Sometimes There is one particular room in that castle that
I would not sit in, and I don't think I
would leave any females sitting in that particular room. An
extremely active place. We have fantastic video footage on YouTube.
Then you have Ken your Usual your Health fire club
in Dublin.
Speaker 2: Oh, go on, talk to me about it.
Speaker 5: Well, it's interesting, it's very interesting. We do have video
footage of something it's like a light nominee. We think
on then the wall of it, something gone down the
left of that. Always been told, well, I've been told,
you know, to go away. In another word, you have
female voices, You will have male voices that obviously do
not like you there. There is particular rooms that people
don't like to be in and will be the rooms
I like. I don't know what it is. It's the
hike up alone scares me more than the health fire
club itself.
Speaker 2: It's a hike up and especially if you go up
at night and you have to go through the forest
to a degree and you the wind blowing in the
leaves and all of the atmosphere gets set long before
you actually, you know, get to the top of Montpellier Hill.
Speaker 5: That's it. Oh my god, it's beautiful at nighttime. It
is beautiful.
Speaker 2: That its spectacular, It really is. You can see Dublin
from fast.
Speaker 5: Yeah, you have so many pictures of it. I've been
up there so many times, have so many pictures of it.
Speaker 2: And do you know when you say you you know
you hear voices? Are these EVPs or are you hearing
physical They.
Speaker 5: Can sometimes be dvps. I'm obsessed with EVPs. I have
done shows them EVP. EVP would be my thing for
anyone listening.
Speaker 2: It's electronic voice phenomena.
Speaker 5: Is it voice phenomena? Yes? And DVP is disembodied voice phenomena.
Speaker 2: Anything else spring to mind?
Speaker 5: Oh my, I got a police I loved so much.
Shane Castle up in County.
Speaker 2: Andrum never heard of it.
Speaker 5: Talk to me, that's why you started off. Thrown in
at the deep end and let me tell you it is.
I've had experiences there that kind of woke me up
and shut me up. It's in County Andrum and it's
kind of like the red handed Ulster Luckney. The largest
man made lock.
Speaker 2: Yeah, it's just like a big if you look at
it from a satellite or a map, it's like a
big chunk is taken out of Ireland, doesn't it. It's huge.
Speaker 5: Yes, it's the man one of the largest man made lock.
Speaker 2: Old man made, isn't I never knew?
Speaker 5: Yes, man made. And there was a race to the land.
Whoever reached the land first would have owned it. One
guy was really desperate for the land, so he cut
his hand off and he threw it onto the land,
which is why you have the flag with the red hand,
called the red hand, so he owned the land.
Speaker 2: Then, yeah, he threw his hand in he did he.
Speaker 5: Literally he literally did he did.
Speaker 2: Well, I didn't know that, and I know deep in
the mythological as well, isn't it the whole red hand
of Ulster and all the tribes? And yeah, what's the
name of that castle again?
Speaker 5: Same castle?
Speaker 2: And I'm going to google that.
Speaker 5: The castle is a room. So we do not investigate
the castle. We go through the tunnels.
Speaker 2: We don't do the castle under the castle or nearby.
Speaker 5: On the same on land. It's huge, but there's tunnels.
If you, If you, if anyone has ever watched Gains
of Throne, some of it was filmmed in the tunnels.
Big go on for okabt two or three miles. Petrify, absolutely, petrify.
We used to walk them. Oh my goodness, even the
memories that come back to me. So everything will be
underneath the ground. You were so far under there's graves
above you.
Speaker 2: Would it make would it make one claustrophobic?
Speaker 5: I'd say no, it's wide. Oh gosh, yes, it's wide.
I can send you a pictures. On each side has
voult and there are about thirty feet long. It's not longer.
So there's about fifteen faults on each side, and you
go through tunnels and you go through the maids quarts.
I've been investigating there for about nine years, every single month,
confiderably and what.
Speaker 2: Was what was the purpose of it? Was it facilities
or what was it?
Speaker 5: Just it was for the army, so you'd have British,
you would have French, Spanish.
Speaker 2: Godness, the EVPs from that you get multi lingual ones.
Speaker 5: It was phenomenal. I know some of the guys were
calling out in French and in Spanish, and I know
one of the onlys to kind of my dog keeps back.
I don't know why my dog's back.
Speaker 2: Yeah, but that's amazing. And I never even knew that
Spanish or French were in that neck of the woods.
I remember Mayo and go Away in places like that.
That's amazing.
Speaker 5: It's the place to start off on if you ever,
you know, do investigations and so on. It is definitely
I mean it is run by one one team. When
Lady owns not owned it, but she you know, you
go to herself, she would invite teams into it. And
if you do manage to get it is just one
of the best locations I've been to. The audio dvps,
which will be getting of women talking and your jacket
will be pulled out and tugged that and it does
make you jump. It makes you it makes it makes
you jump, or if you're touched, the feeling is different. Oh, yes,
there's been some you know. We we do live videos
and say would be you know, bleep here and bleed
there because you do get a bit of a shock,
but it's fun.
Speaker 2: You wouldn't want to be on your own.
Speaker 5: Safety by always going with a group of people. You
always have to you never go investigating by yourself, with
your team with people. But this be safe with a
group of people. Never do it on your own. You
never know what can happen.
Speaker 2: And Jenny paranormal it's a catch all.
Speaker 6: Okay, So there's Poulter guys, there's spirits, there's EVPs, animal
mystic type stuff. Is there any particular area that's a
fascination or of interest for you that you're almost a
specialist in?
Speaker 5: Easy piece it's what I do. I know my very
good friends from the Netherlands and she had put up
a post last week saying, oh we need to do
an V show, Jenny will be called on in you
EVP is my thing?
Speaker 2: Did you feel you could be perhaps? Or if you not?
Do you know of clairvoyance?
Speaker 5: I do. I always say that the longer you're in
this field, the longer you talk, you open yourself up.
So exactly you're opening yourself up. You're alone, you can
hear things or see things. I would hear things. I
would have names given to me, and I know it
sounds crazy, and I know people having you know, the
team was having a great crap with me one night
when I was coming out with names. But they some
of them have came thrue. But I remember being in
the museum doing an investigation and so on, and I'm
standing there in the room and I'm like, what I'm
going to have to say it, guys, I'm going to
have to say it. I'm getting the name Mauring. I
don't know why. Mauren is just compident and I'm not
that kind of person will say do you understand? Can
you hear me? Do you you know? Do you understand
one thing? So I just don't want to say it,
but I'm like, guys, I'm really sorry, but I'm going
to have to go there, I'm getting the name Maureen,
and I won't stop until I say moreing and it
sounds like I'm bonkers. And I looked over at one
of the guys and he had a f with him,
and I looked at him and I said, do you
know a marine? And he said, look at the cabinet
just standing beside. So the cabinet that I was standing beside.
This man he his second wife's name was named Maureen.
And I was like, you know, whatever, coincidence, I don't
know any moreen Whether the coincidence I don't know, I
do not know, So.
Speaker 2: Let me try another one on your poltergeist experience is
of same.
Speaker 5: It's hard to say. I remember when New Year's Ease.
My husband at the time, he had to get up
for work at six in the morning, and he was
telling me about his dad the night before because he's
for Mauritius and telling me about his dad the night before,
and you know that he passed away at a young age, unexpectedly,
and how he loved theas Eve and so on and
so on. So my husband at the time had to
get up for work. The alarm was not set and
about he had to be up for six in the morning,
about ten to six, we heard glass smashing in our bedroom.
Like it was enough that we both sat up. We
both joted, my god and my dad. Is there a
cat in the kitchen? Did she smash on the champagne glasses?
Why is there sound of glass in our bedroom? It
turned out to be anyhow, his champagne glass had fallen over,
very thin champagne glass did not smash. No glass of
smash was in the kitchen. But this sound of smashing
woke us up that it came in from our bedroom.
It was his champagne glass. Everything else was standing up,
just his was turnover. Whether it was a pot of guys,
whether it was a sign from his dad, these things
we just have not seen with our own eyes. To
explain it, we don't know.
Speaker 2: Tell us where we can find out all about Jenny
Sullivan and Emerald Dial Paranormal Here, advertise yourself from what you.
Speaker 5: Do so I won emad Ill Paranormal Researchers. You can
find us on Facebook Emerald Ill Paranormal Researchers. You can
watch our podcast on Facebook as well, and I'm setting
up a new YouTube page, Shadow Whiskers in the Night,
so you can catch us on that. You can catch
gen Para on TikTok. I do advertise my posters, my
some of my lives and some of my shows that
I have come on up. I am away up in
counter Tyro next Saturday night, not for an investigation, work
for a para Christmas party, and then I have a
fantastic show coming up on the twentieth of December. It
is called the Christmas Trivia Quint which we have three
teens together, pj O'Sullivan from Pokovo Paranormal his group will
be with us, and then we have Pulta to the
Paranormal Nanto and Sarah from a very good friends Mind
from the UK, and then of course Emeraldal paranormal researchers,
and we have fantastic Robin Ramsey from New York. So
it is a night of competition, test and our brains
and a lot of squeakers and buzzs.
Speaker 2: That'll be a night to remember, Jenny, So listen, Jenny,
thank you so much for all of your time and
it's fascinating stuff. I hope we'll all meet again sometime soon.
And meanwhile, everyone go online to all those wonderful places.
I'll put some links as well down below this and
thanks again Jenny, Thank.
Speaker 5: You so much. Mark, it was a pleasure taking with you.
Speaker 2: Once again, we dig into author Kiiran Fanning's book Haunted
Ireland and Atlas of Ghost Stories for every County in
Ireland of it and all good bookshops and online. This
is Sarah Campbell now voiceover a Northern Ireland radio personality,
relating to us.
Speaker 7: The tragic tale of Lucinda's Sly. You wouldn't expect Carlo
Shopping Center to be haunted when you find out it
was once a place where prisoners were executed, it makes
perfect sense that there might be unhappy spirits around. The
shopping center has seen a lot of paranormal activity over
the years, like lights being switched off and on, doors
opening and closing by themselves, objects moving on their own,
and unexplained noises. Some workers at the shopping center believe
that much of the haunting there is the work of
Lucinda Sly, the last woman to be hanged in Carlo.
Lucinda Singleton was the wife of a farmer near Tullow
in County Carlo. Shortly after her son Thomas was born,
Lucinda's husband died of consumption. Afterwards, life was difficult for her,
hard supplementing her income by selling butter in Carlo Town.
When Thomas left home to become a police officer, Lucinda
was lonely and she wished she had someone to share
her life with. Perhaps she should have been happy with
her lot, because her wish came true. She got more
than she bargained for. As her mother used to say,
a little fire that warms is better than a big
fire that burns. The big fire that came into her
life was a farmer and a horse dealer called Walter Sly. Initially,
Lucinda was wary of the man because he had a
reputation for drinking too much, but he assured her that
his bad habit was behind him. She gave him a chance,
and over the next few months they started stepping out together.
During that time, Lucinda never saw Water take more than
one single drink, so she was convinced he'd changes ways. Eventually,
he proposed to her and asked her to move into
his farm. But Lucinda was no fool. She knew that
if the marriage didn't work out, she would be left
with nothing, so she agreed to marry Walter on condition
that she could keep her own farm. Fine, said Walter,
We're entered out. Lucinda was happy, but wanted to make
the agreement legally binding, so they had an attorney draw
up a document stating that Walter would not sell her farm. However,
unbeknownst to her, Walter had a clause that the agreement
would become null and void if Lucinda wasn't a good
wife to him. In August eighteen thirty one, the couple
got married and Lucinda Singleton became Lucinda's sly. They were
happy for a while, but Walter soon went back to
his old ways and started drinking again, which caused friction
between him and his new wife. During one of his
drinking sessions, Walter sold his wife's house and farm to
the owner of the pub, a man called Langstrom. Lucinda
didn't find out until she returned to Tullow to visit
one of her old neighbors. On the way, she passed
her old house and was surprised to see smoke coming
from the chimney. It was supposed to be empty, but
she hadn't got round to renting it out yet. Maybe
her new husband had taken an attenant. But if so,
why hadn't he told her. Determined to find out, she
turned off the road, and, though it felt strange, she
knocked at her own front door, and she was surprised
to recognize the man that opened it. You're Langstrom, aren't you,
she asked the owner river tavern where my husband drinks.
That's right, he said, also recognizing Lucinda. And you're the
butter lady that married water Sly Walter rented my farm
to you, she asked, clearly disgusted for she partly blamed
Langstrom for her husband's drinking. The tavern owner shook his
head and smiled. Walter didn't rent it to me, he
sold it to me. Lucinda was furious and returned home
to confront her husband, and he told her about the
claws that he had secretly added, which allowed him to
sell her property if she was a bad wife. But
I'm a good wife, she argued. A good wife does
not give her husband cheek. He shouted, hitting her so
hard that she fell to the ground. Then he beat
her with a horsewhip and threw her out of the house,
lying battered and bruised in a bed of Hay in
a stable. Lucinda realized that marrying Walter had been the
biggest mistake of her life, and now, with no property
of her own to return to, she'd have to stay
married to a man she hated. From then on, Walter
treated her like a slave and was drunk so often
that Lucinda had to do all the farm work. It
was too much for one woman, so Walter hired a
young man called John Dempsey to help. One evening, John
witnessed a drunken Walter beating his wife. Stepping in to
defend her, John Punchwater so hard that he knocked him
unco Walter had been so drunk that when he came too,
he couldn't even remember being punched. After that, John and
Lucinda grew close and became romantically involved behind Water's back.
It wasn't long before they had fallen in love for
the first time in years. Lucinda was happy and spent
every moment with John when her husband was away at
the pub or away at the fair. On one of
these occasions, a neighbor called Bridget Massy spotted the couple kissing.
Rumors began to spread about Lucinda's secret love affair. Even
the women who sold butter alongside her and Carlo turned
against her. At that time, it was considered the graces
of sins for a woman to be unfaithful to her husband.
They branded her the Hag of the butter. When Walter's
sly got wind of these rumors, he smashed one of
Lucinda's favorite bowls in anger. His rage reached boiling point,
and when he saw the ward of money among the
shards of shattered pottery. Lucinda had been stashing some of
her butter money away instead of handing over to her
husband in case she ever needed to escape from him.
In a hurry. He grabbed the axe that hung on
the wall and threatened to kill her. Do your worst,
you drunkard, Lucinda taunted. Walter flung the axe aside and
punched her and said she fell, and when she got up,
he hit her again. He was so focused on hitting
her he didn't even notice a small key fall from
his pocket, but Lucinda noticed his wife bruised and battered
and bleeding on the floor. Walter left to attend to
a horse fair. When Linda found the energy to move,
she crawled over to the key. I think I know
what that's for, she thought to herself. In the bedroom,
she pulled a box from out from under the bed.
Walter had never told her what was inside, and he'd
always kept it locked. With a shaking hand, she twisted
the key in the lock and it opened with a
satin fine click. Inside was a gun. As she took
the weapon out, a plan formed in her mind. When
John came in from the fields, he was shocked at
Linda's bruised and bloody face. I'll kill him, he vowed.
Lucinda smiled and held up the gun. No, John, we'll
kill him. I wasn't being serious, said John. Lucinda, however,
was deadly serious. She told him of her plan to
shoot Walter when he came home. Then you'll go to prison,
he replied, shaking his head. No, we need to make
it look like someone else shot him. Lucinda thought, for
a moment, we'll say some angry horse trader followed Water
home and shot him outside in the haggard. She said
this would be believable because Walter was always making enemies
of those horse fairs. John agreed that this was a
better plan, but neither of them had ever used a gun. Before,
and shooting a man outside in the dark would be difficult.
Lucinda's eyes fell on the axe that Walter had threatened
her with. When he comes home drunk after a night out,
he always falls asleep in his armchair. While is asleep,
we could knock him out with the axe and finish
the job outside with the gun, John nodded. That night,
as they waited for Walter to come home, John started
to have second thoughts about the plan. He was a
young man and he didn't want to go to prison
if they were caught. Lucinda, however, was convinced that the
plan was her only way out of a violent marriage.
She told John that if they were caught, she would
take the blame. They turned off the lamp and waited
in darkness. Walter would be suspicious if he saw a
light on in the kitchen because Lucinda usually went to
bird early. At twenty past ten, they heard the sound
of horses hoofs coming down the lane. Lucinda hid in
the bedroom and John took the gun into the back
where he usually slept. As predicted, Walter staggered into the kitchen,
drunk and talking to himself. He fell into his armchair.
Within seconds, he was snoring. Lucinda crept out from her
hiding place and took hold of the axe. In the
dying light of the fire, John watched her raise it
above her head, but she couldn't do it. Her hands trembled,
her face was frozen in terror. To make matters worse,
Water was starting to wake up quickly. John took the
axe from Lucinda and swung it, landing a fierce blow
on the side of Walter's head. He filled to the floor,
but he wasn't dead or unconscious. He groaned and tried
to stand up. In panic. John swapped the axe.
Speaker 2: For the gun.
Speaker 7: Not here, warned Lucinda. It was too late. John pulled
the trigger and killed Water sly. The couple stared in
horror at what they had done, but Lucinda swiftly snapped
out of it. She knew the neighbors would have heard
the gun shot. Quickly get him outside. They dragged the
body out into the yard, where John fired another bullet
into the wall to make it look like the shooting
had happened there. Lucinda had another idea that might throw
the police off the trail. She went through her husband's pockets,
took his money and his pocket watch to make it
look like a robbery. She handed them to John, who
put them in his own pocket. Hurriedly, they ran back inside.
John cleaned the blood off the floor and the axe,
while Lucinda reloaded the gun and locked it away in
the box under the bed. Next, she ran through the
fields to get to the nearest neighbor, Ben Stacy. By
the time Lucinda and Ben had got back to the
scene of the murder, more neighbors had arrived. See he's
been robbed, Lucinda suggested to one of them he should
have had the pocket watch and some money. After selling
two horses at the fair, a neighbor by the name
of John Griffin went through the dead man's pockets but
found no money or watch. Lucinda asked Ben Stacy to
go to the barracks in the next town to report
the murder. She helped her son, who was stationed there,
would come to investigate and might overlook any holes in
her story. Thomas did come, but not alone. He was
accompanied by Captain Battersby and a constable named Ernest Hudson.
As Lucinda gave them her statement, a doctor arrived to
examine the body and declare that Walter must have been
shot at close range because his mustache had been singed
by the gunpowder. This didn't tally with Lucinda's story, and
now Captain Battersby eyed her suspiciously. Did your husband own
a gun? Lucender said she didn't think so, but Thomas,
thinking he has been helpful, confirmed that Walter did own
a gun. He's got one, you know, after he received
death threats from a family that he had evicted. Well,
so well is it, asked Captain Battersby. Probably robbed along
with his pocket watch and money, suggested Lucinder. When John
Dempsey heard this, he remembered that Walter's money and watch
was still in his own pocket. He'd been in such
a state of shock that he'd forgotten to get rid
of them. I'm just going to get some turf for
the fire, he said, intending to get rid of the evidence.
While on the errand. Constable Hudson nodded that this was fine,
but moments later sent a neighbor, Catherine Landrigen, after him
to help. She followed John and saw him hide something
in one of the stacks of turf, but said nothing.
Captain Battersby turned back to Lycinder's son, Do you think
your stepfather's gun was robbed? Thomas Singleton shook his head.
I know for a fact that Walter never carried his gun.
He told me he always kept it in a locked
box under his bed. Constable Hudson looked under the bed
and returned a moment later with a wooden box. Do
you have a keep of this? Captain Battersby asked Lucinda.
When she shook her head, he ordered that she be searched.
Lucinder said nothing. When the key was found on her,
she knew where the Captain's scowl that he thought she
was guilty. When the gun was removed, Battersby took it
away to be examined, telling Lucindra and John not to
leave the country. A few days later, John and Lucinda
were arrested at Walter Sly's funeral. Lucinda protested that John
was innocent of any crime, but the police would not listen.
The pair were taken to Carlo Town and they were
both charged with murder and locked up in separate cells.
As she waited for her trial, Lucinda's mental state deteriorated.
Prison guards reported that she spent days and days mumbling
gibberish to herself. Her name was splashed across every newspaper.
Speaker 5: In the county.
Speaker 7: She was the talk of the town even before the trial.
The people of Carlo had convicted her as a murdering witch.
On the sixteenth of March eighteen thirty five. The streets
around the Hall and Carlo were packed with people hoping
to catch a glimpse of the witch and the farm
laborer who had murdered a poor farmer in cold blood.
The prisoners were brought into the courtroom. The crowd booed
and shouted and jeered. Lucinda's defense attorney called locals into
the witness box to testify that water Sly was indeed
a drunkard who had sold Lucinda's farm without her permission.
Her claim that she had been physically abused by her
husband was backed up by testimony of the neighbors who
had seen her cuts and bruises. Her attorney also tried
to sell the jewry Lucinda's story of robbery gone wrong,
but this was debunked when the attorney for the crown
called Catherine to the stand. She said that she had
seen John Dempsey hide something in the stack of turf
she had laced. Her informed the police, and a constable
name Joseph Flanagan then testified he had searched the stack
and found the water to Sly's watch. After that, things
did not go well for Lucinda. Doctor Thomas Rausten testified
that the victim had been shot at close range, which
cast further doubt on Lucinda's robbery theory. Bridget Massey said
that she had seen Lucinda's Sly and John Dempsey kissing.
The others testified they'd heard Lucinda say she'd wish her
husband dead. The police testified that the accused had lied
about the gun. The final nail in the coffin for
Lucinda was when John Dempsey himself was put in the
witness box. A devout Catholic who wanted God's forgiveness so
that he could go to heaven, he confessed to conspiring
with Lucinda to murder her husband. He's lying, shouted Lucinda,
trying to save her lover's life. He had nothing to
do with any of this. Let him go. Lucinda was
warned that if she couldn't remain quiet, she would be
removed from the court and the trial would continue in
her absence. After hours of deliberating, the jury found Lucinda
and John guilty of murder. The audience cheered when the
couple were sentenced to be hanged. On the thirtiers of
March eighteen thirty five, Lucinda's Sly and John Dempsey were
brought out before a huge crowd that had gathered. They
were escorted by four policemen, a Protestant minister, and a
Catholic priest. Lucinda looked fragile and pale, but John held
his head high like a man who was ready to
go before God. Lucinda was so weak that a policeman
had to hold her up for a while. So while
the noose was put around her neck hanging, the witch
shouted the crowd. John tried to defend her, but the
crowd drowned him out with all their cries. Moments later,
the trap doors were sprung and Lucinda and John fell
to their doom, united in death, if not in life.
If you happen to visit Carlos Shopping Center, look at
the keystone in the arch above one of the windows,
and you will see a slot where the gibbet was fixed.
The rope that hanged Lucinda and John was attached to
this gibbet. Perhaps is not the only remnant of their
death you will find there. Maybe you'll come across Lucinda's
ghost still walking in the halls.
Speaker 2: The sad tale of Lucindu's Lime makes you want to cry.
It was beautifully read for us there by voiceover artist
and radio personality Sarah Campbell, who I think is doing
live events now as well. You can check her out online.
Many years ago when I got into this game of
narration and voiceover. First of all, I narrated an audio
book for a gentleman called Nick Clark, an no nonsense
businessman and author from Scotland. We recently reconnected. He hasn't
been too well in himself, but when I asked him
did he ever have any paranormal experiences? He related the
tale that you're about to hear read for you now
by his fellow scott and comedian Billy Kirkwood.
Speaker 8: Tonight, let me take you back to a chilling story
that remains unsolved, a tale rooted in the very walls
of an old Victorian house in Glasgow. The strange occurrences
began the moment the new tenants moved in, not knowing
that the house had witnessed unspeakable tragedies in it's passed,
every creek of his wooden floorboards echoed the lives of
those who had since departed. It was in nineteen eighty
four when my sister, yes, my veryone's sister, nerved into
a four bedroom house in a quiet street, the type
of place where children are meant to laugh and play.
But instead there was a creepy silence that held tight,
so tight you could feel it in the pit of
your stomach. As she settled into this seemingly normal house,
little did she know that the peace would soon be
shattered by unsettling sounds, strange whispers, and inexplicable sights. It
all began the unnerving noises that she and her young
son Chris, began hearing on the upper floor, which seemed
to come from nowhere. It filled the space with the
distinct sound of running footsteps, like children sprinting across the house,
their tiny little feet thumping against the old wooden stairs.
But when my sister and I went up to investigate,
we found no one there, no signs of anyone, but
the sounds persisted night after night. One evening, as we
sat quietly in the living room, we heard it again,
Chris's laughter, a sweet, innocent giggle that echoed from upstairs,
a sound that carried an eerie chill through our bones.
When we went to check that, we found me.
Speaker 9: And my blood run cold, because there on his bed
were three ice creams, their frozen surfaces sparkling in the
dim light, placed perfectly, and the window was wide open,
allowing a bitter cold breeze to sweep in. We asked
Chris about it, and he.
Speaker 8: Simply looked at us with wide innocent eyes, said, but
two week friends gave them to me. He gestured to
the corner of the room, where he insisted two little
children stood, children who, according to him, had been playing
with him for days. My sister and I were both
struck within icy realization that those friends were children who
had tragically passed away two years earlier in that very house.
The spirits lingering, trapped still wandering the halls through the
icy chill in the air seemed to freeze itself in time.
Neither of us could explain what had happened, why Chris
was seemingly communicating with these spectral figures, or or how
they had been able to reach across the boundaries of
life and death. From that moment, the atmosphere and the
house became heavier, filled the presence that we couldn't ignore.
As days passed and other incidents began to occur, including
flickering lights, items that would move from one place to
another with no logical explanation, and the occasional soft sound
of a child crying late at night. And so the
house itself were trying to tell us something that we
weren't ready to understand. It wasn't until years later, when
we moved out of this house that we learned of
its tragic past, how a young boy and a girl
had met there and timely demise their lives stolen by
a fire that had ravaged the home, a fire some said,
was not accidental, the result of the house being cursed.
It was this curse that had over itself into the
fabric of the house, lingering for years, waiting for the
next residence to arrive and witness the stranger currencies to
supernatural events to unfold. To this day, the house stands
as a silent monument to those souls, their presence felt
by anyone brave enough to step inside. For they say,
if you listen closely, especially on quiet, moonless nights, you
can still hear the faint echo of children's laughter, or
the soft shuffle.
Speaker 2: Footsteps in the distance.
Speaker 8: If you're lucky, or perhaps unlucky, you might even feel
a chill on your skin, cold breath on your neck,
as if the spirits of the house are rushing up
against you, inviting you to stay just a little longer,
to listen to the story they have yet to tell.
Speaker 10: Okay, I bet you're catching your weed truths now, and
why shouldn't you be? Scary stuff right here on scary era.
And what's even more scary is I checked out the
local history of this place. I broadcast you from an
area called Booterstown on the east coast of Ireland, and
I see in seventeen twenty nine it was infested by
rats and I quote as big as cats that eight
people gobble them up terrifying times and up the road
in Wrathfarnham. Apparently they killed a little girl out in
the fields. So you know, history is all around you.
I can't make this show without you. So if you've
got a good paranormal story, not necessarily irish, although it helps.
Get in touch simply email Paranormal Ireland at ProtonMail dot com.
Speaker 2: I'm Mark Manning. It's been a pleasure to be with
you on Scary Era. Take care because I care.