Scary Eire - S2 Ep20

quite precise. Did you see what I did there? Right to the heart of the matter, or the matter of the heart, as told by the squire, a good friend of this show, David McGlynn, David mcglyn, David mcgen David McGlynn, David McGlenn. Oh, please yourselves, it was only a bit of fun, David. Would you ever be a good boy and shake your funky growth thing?

They had me opened, repaired and out of bed walking on the third day and sent home on day five. In twenty eleven, I was diagnosed with endocarditis, which only a few years beforehand was a death sentence. Endocarditis means basically that bacteria have colonized your heart and are stopping the same valve from working. My surgeon said that I probably had two days maximum if I had not gone to A and E. I was coughing with blood at the time. I was rushed to the Matter Hospital in

Dublin that day immediate surgery. The Matter is a Victorian hospital, now much expanded and modernized. I had spent a lot of time there previously when I was being treated for cancer, but that's a story for another time. The old part of the hospital is still in use and very tired. You can easily imagine the scene as it might have been one hundred and more years ago, and the corridors held echoes. Nothing audible. But it's just not an easy feeling.

It's as if others are looking at you and empathizing. Maybe that's the word I imagined, people slowly shaking their heads and feeling sorry for me. It's a sad place. If you've ever had general anesthetic, you'll know that once you've been stitched back together by the surgeon. You're wheeled out into a recovery room where you were monitored by a nurse. I awoke to find a nurse sat astride my torso applying pressure to a pad that was covering

the wound site, which was still bleeding. She smiled and said, they are We're just hidying up. Don't worry about the blood. I woke again. I must have fallen back under the influence of the anesthetic, and I was in another different room. Mine was the only bed and the walls had shiny Victorian tiles up to chair rail height. That was what struck me, the tiles and the age of the room. It was pristine, but it was dated, not quite what

I would have expected. A nurse entered the room from a door beside the foot of my bed and asked if I needed anything, and I said I was fine. Thanks. She left, and I heard another door open from my right hand side and behind me. A man entered and walked down the side of the room. He picked up my chart and sat in a chair beside the bed. He was facing the end of the bed. He said nothing. His clothes seemed to me to be very old, fashioned nineteen thirties in style. He wore a Gabardine type coat

and pinstriped suit with immaculately polished brogue shoes. His glasses were those circular ones that we called young lenon glasses. He took a clipboard from his briefcase. Who carries leather satchel type briefcases any more? I asked him who he was, and he simply said, I'm a dentist. I'm here to check that your teeth at olk okay, because it could be a real problem if something was to go round during hard surgery. I said, it's a bit late for that,

now they've done it. He glanced sideways and said, well, it's a good thing. Le Chet took his glasses off, folded them, placed him in the case, put the case in his satchel, and walked out through the same door that he had entered. I woke again later and there was a nurse sitting at the foot of my bed. She said that she was there to monitor me. I asked if she'd been there all the time, and she said that she had gone to the toilet once, but

otherwise she hadn't left since I'd arrived from theater. I told her what had happened, and she pointed out that there was only one door in the room, the one at the foot of my bed. It is normal practice to check patients for dentures and loose teeth, but that isn't done by a dentist.

alien story. You see, back in the late eighties early nineties, when I was footloose and fancy free, myself and a friend of mine we saw this notice and it was for the nurses up in Saint Vincent's Hospital, which is only up the road for me now, and they were having a dance. So myself and this guy, Diggy was his name, I remember, so we went because we wanted a cup off with a nurse essentially, and we didn't

realize it was a fancy dress night. So all these beautiful newbile nurses turned up in period costumes and you know, Dracula outfits. But I ended up with the alien and she had all this kind of black makeup all over her face, with these little stars and stuff. And now we didn't do anything nasty like a you know, the horizontal mambo or anything like that. I was far too callow, but we had we had a snog, you know, a kiss.

And I distinctly recall waking up the next morning in my little grief hole of a flat and I looked in the mirror and I got an awful fright because it was because Myra was all black with little bits of glitter all over it. Anyway, yes, ah, yes, dams A did times. So anyway, a dentist happened, as you heard in the Squire's story there. What was all that about a time slip? I suppose what else is coming

up on today's podcast? Well, before I say anything else, I'd like to say hello to the folks dan in Pooka Vogue Paranormal Investigators in Killarney County, Kerry, for they have their own podcast now called Let's Talk Paranormal, available on Spotify and other platforms. Good luck to PJ and the Team Good. You might remember last time around I spoke about Margaret mcgrogan, who's an academic in one of the universities here and she's putting together a survey on

all things strange and unusual. Did speak to her since the new year, her and her family were still recovering from an awful bout of flu, so I didn't push her on it. But if you check out last month's podcast, all the details are there, Mark Manning. Later on we'll be listening to a new EVP from Jenny from Emerald Dial Paranormal. She was kind enough to share one that she recently recorded in cumber House in County Derry and angry Birds. What's that got to do with Ireland? Well,

hang around and you'll find out. And always listen to your Irish Mammy. I'd be talking about that as well. But now an Irish woman living in England for many years, and the tale of a time she spent in London concerning the Vanishing Lady author Tara Moore.

more receptive to any supernatural type experience. Anyway, I was watching people coming out of Tooting back tube station and thronging the pavement. There were so many, and suddenly I just saw a young woman and my eyes were drawn to her for no apparent reason, because there really wasn't anything that would have singled her out. I never saw her face. I just assumed she was young from the clothes she was wearing, and I can see those perfectly even now.

seen a ghost. But it made me think about something a shaman once told me, and he said, in every crowd of people, you see amongst those people, although you don't realize it, are ghosts, and that, of course ghosts are not always a misty ethereal apparition type things, but that many of them are look certainly as solid as you or I. Anyway, I just thought that was quite an interesting experience.

I just want to give a background to cumber House first of all, before we listen to aforementioned EVP. This is a little piece from a site called Spirited Isle dot i E, which I highly recommend for all things Irish and haunting. Let's talk about cumber House, its distinguished Georgian era estate with a deeply layered past. Constructed around seventeen eighty, it was the ancestral seat of the Brown

Lecky family, an influential land owning lineage in Ulster. The house showcases the refined elegance of late eighteenth century architecture, marked by symmetrical proportions, large sash windows, and sweeping grounds typical of estates belonging to the landed gentry of the time. The Brown Leckey family held considerable social and political sway in the region. As major lando owners, they managed extensive agricultural lands and contributed significantly to the local rural economy.

Historical records suggest that the estate included farmland, forests, and numerous outbuildings, supporting a small community of workers, tenants, and domestic staff. Cumber House's historical footprint widened in the twentieth century, particularly during World War II, when it was requisitioned to

house Allied troops. This wartime chapter left an enduring impression physically on the estate and culturally through stories of interactions between local residents and soldiers that have been passed down through generations. Though the house experienced periods of decline in later years, it remained a landmark of local heritage and a focal point of ghostly legend. One of the most chilling legends tied to cumber house centers on the patriarch

of the Brown family. After his death, a local priest reportedly declared that the elder Brown was burning in the fires of hell. Outraged by the claim, Brown's son confronted the priest and demanded proof. Pressured by the confrontation, the priest knelt, drew a circle on the floor and began to pray. To the shock of onlookers, the elder Brown is said to have appeared within the circle, engulfed in flames shhh. Overcome with fear, the priest fled the estate

and never returned. In the aftermath, another clergyman was summoned to perform an exorcism. According to legend, he successfully confined the restless spirit to a tree on the property. Even now, strange phenomena such as scratching sounds and low moans are said to echo from the area around the tree. Further references to paranormal activity at the property have included sightings of dark figures and shadowy apparitions, disembodied footsteps, and moaning sounds.

Hang on, oh sorry, just had to do that. Don't know why. Objects moving of their own accord. A vacuum cleaner switching itself on and musical instruments being played by unseen forces. Now, then, dear listener, what you're about to hear is an EVP from cumber House. It was recorded on a recent investigation and the setup was essentially two or three investigators on the property. Now, one of these investigators starts to sing an old Irish song called Grace.

It's all about an Irish patriot from the nineteen sixteen Rising called Joseph Mary Plunkett, and just before he was executed by the British in Kilmainham jail, he was married to a lady called Grace, and hence the song. It was a song made famous by the late Irish singer Jim McCann and later on Old Tight Trousers himself Rod Stewart butchered it. So let's listen to the song. And just at the very end of it, a male voice

comes in and says goodbye. Now make of it what you will, but I do know Jenny Sullivan from Emerald Dial Paranormal and the most honorable and honest lady she is. You'll hear it, And then I play the EVP twice more so you can listen to it forensically. Here we go.

we have an intuition. We have an inbuilt intuition. I can't describe what it is or where it comes from, or 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.

told recently. So that's good news. But you can boss that for me by contacting me if you do listen to this show, you know, reach out get me at the email address which is Paranormal Ireland at ProtonMail dot com. Will you do that for me? Surprise me and I'll make sure that we give you a nod next time we're on. So yeah, sometimes stuff just comes into your mind. And in my case, I vaguely remember a documentary I heard on radio back sometime in either the late seventies

or early eighties. It stuck in my mind because it concerned an unusual natural event in Ireland and this was, believe it or not, a battle of the birds. Oh yeah, angry birds were talking about an actual battle took place and blood and feathers were spilled. So I did a little bit of research and I discovered just over ten years ago there was an article in the Irish Independent, a newspaper of note here, and it concerns exactly what I've been talking about. So basically the breed of bird

was a starling's I believe. Here we go. The starling phenomenon was remarkable. Two great Mermatians, there's a word to conjure with of the birds separately gathered over cork for several days, sending small emissary regroups back and forth until negotiations, having obviously broken down, all held broke loose over the

lee on October twelfth, sixteen twenty one. It was a gruesome affair that trembling fear and terror brought to all who saw the battle fault with loud and chattering cries, each company gainst the other flies with bloody beaks, remorseless still their feathered foes to maim or kill. Where whilst this battle did remain, their bodies fell like drops of rain.

Now I know. The renowned diarist Samuel Peeps documented all this, as well as a richer Channey, who produced another diary of events seven months later, on May thirty first sixteen twenty two followed what was described as the lamentable burning of Cork with fire from heaven, and the citizens overwhelmed with woe, for no one knew where to run or go. The starling battle was seen as a portent, one pamphleteer writing reprovingly cork was first warned and then destroyed for

her sins. Scientific sources point out that animal and bird fights usually occur over territory, food, shelter, and mates. Introspective aggression, in which animals or birds attack members of their own species, is widespread across the animal kingdom, from ragworms, salmon and lobsters to songbirds, rats and chimps. There's an amusing story of one chimpanzee famous through the work of behavioral scientists the late Jane Goodall, that intimidated rivals by banging two

oil cans together. Starling numbers have fallen considerably in recent years, but annual mermatians, especially over the Midlands, are welcomed by the public with a mixture of awe and admiration for their peace for aerial wafting, as if to the strains of a celestial waltz being played only for them as perhaps it may well be.

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check out ghost Era. Earlier, I was saying to always listen to your Irish mammy, mammy being a word for mother or mum, as you might say in the States. And my mother grew up in a place called the Courra in County Kildare. It's very flat, green and it's famous for its Cora Racecourse. So I have a history going back there because her sister, my Auntie, was secretary of the Cora race Course way way back. AnyWho, my mother used to regale me with these stories when I

was a kid about what she'd get up to. I might have mentioned this one before, but it's relevant today because of a little bit more research. So she told me that her and her friends used to go to an old English estate in the region of Killaire and she she used to say it was blackherds or blackherds.

I used to pick it up like blackherds. And she would intrigue me with these stories about they'd mosey on up, they'd hide behind a hedge and they'd look in and there was either a lady or one of the daughters. Now it's not peeping tom stuff. But they'd be looking in or a maid perhaps, and they'd see this lady and she'd sit down at the dresser, you know, the old with the mirror on top of it, and she'd be doing her hair in the mirror, and she wouldn't

actually lift the comb or hairbrush. She would simply gesture and they would leve atta into her hands, and correspondingly she would comb herself a nice mullet or hairdoo, burnetor whatever. So it was almost like there was witchcraft or something involved. But I, as a younger man then I would research on the internet black cards, black cards, black and I

could not find anything. So I began to think, well, maybe that was just in my head, all those things she told me in the early nineteen seventies, It was in my head. Blackers Blacker anyway, stand back in amazement because the residence she was likely referring to was called Castle Martin. I think it's in the area of Straffen in County Kildare. And guess what, folks, there was a major blacker in the area, probably in Castle Martin House, and he had a military service with the third Battalion

Royal Dublin Fusiliers in brackets killed their militia. Major Blacker, the second in command of the third Battalion Dublin Fusiliers, has left the service, and in him the battalion has lost a very good officer and one who has had a long connection with the battalion, for he was appointed lieutenant in the Kildare Militia October eighteen seventy four and has held his present rank since August eighteen eighty nine.

It is expected that Captain Greeson, the senior company commander of the battalion, will be promoted to the rank of major in the battalion, he joined it as second lieutenant in August eighteen seventy eight and was promoted to the rank of captain in eighteen eighty five. Now it does go on death of Major Blacker nays Thursday night, and this says. Major Blacker died this evening at five fifteen at Lady Carton's residence, Westtown, Straffen, where he had lain

since the opening meet of the Kildare Hounds. On Tuesday, fortnight, when it will be remembered, his horse fell back on him in a farmyard and broke his pelvis up to midday yesterday Wednesday. His progress gave the utmost satisfaction in his medical attendant, doctor O'Donnell Brown. But then a change came and Sir Thomas Miles and Surgeon Lane Joint were summoned from Dublin. But the patient never rallied and passed away as stated. That's an excerpt from the Freeman's Journal, Friday,

November twenty second, nineteen oh seven. So perseverance, that's what it's all about. I discovered, yes, there was a link there major Blacker or IP, and I know there's a Castle Martin House connected there somewhere. I think he lived there. Anyway, I'm going to change tacked now slightly. I would like you to listen to what I consider to be a remarkable audio recording. Is it related to Ireland, No, but it is very much related to the old English families

that you've heard about just there. As an audio person, I come across all kinds of bits of audio and once stuck in my mind around two thousand and nine, and I discovered it in my archives only recently, and it concerns the memories of an elderly lady. Now she is recorded, i'd say sometime in the nineteen seventies or nineteen eighties. She has long passed. I'd imagine. All I know is her name was Olga, and she seems to be very opper, a crassed old school Heiti Titi cucumber sandwiches.

And she is recalling her childhood in the British raj in India, where they had servants galore and were treated like lords. But essentially it all seemed to work. She begins her recollections talking about a panther's footprints in the garden. Now, what I think is remarkable about this is if you listen to it, Yeah, there's an interview going on, but it's not a really official one. It's almost like somebody as an afterthought just switched on a cassette recorder to

listen to the ramblings of this elegant lady. And you'll hear that. It's not a professional interviewer. If anything, he's very lax. He's oh yeah, really, uh is that right? Yeah. He doesn't push her for information. Rather it flows and she imparts it as I said, most eloquently. So it's two people having a conversation. We're listening in and it's almost like they are oblivious to the recording process. So that's what I love about it. It's almost atmospheric, it's historical,

and we really are just eavesdropping on two people. Olga was obviously a remarkable lady in a remarkable time. Now, if you bear with it, it's a minute or two long thereabouts. I'm going to let the recording play on a tiny bit because you'll actually hear her just shuffling about. It's very sweet and magical. Listen up, particularly to the first few words.

We had to go down the road to it, and he came out of came out of the mountain. And you always get the drinking water from there, and of course I was always brought up to be very careful of water because we had to have a man was hired for the entire day to carry water up a quarter of a mile up a hill a couple of buckets up to my mother's house. We didn't have any

polar plugs or anything like that in the ship. This man was hired and the whole day he spent going up and down the quarter of a mile with a couple of kerosene tins on the end of the mm hmmm, I mean trips the day did he do?

your Court, which was a very horrible hill station. They tried to settle there and they didn't like it, just full of Anglo Indians and nothing else, And so they eventually went to the new Preas. And I remember playing on the hilltop where they built some Luke's church and there were no street lights in Koto Kay had a torch and I remember seeing the panther's eyes on the bank. It used to squat there waiting in case the dogs came out.

rolling over and licking itself. And I always remember that is to go and watch it or with a number of miles I walked in those days, and I mean it was perfectly safe. I was able to go out by myself. The Indians wouldn't dare to do anything. In fact, they sort of would duped you. And I remember when my father was alive. You always used to go out with a gun in the evening, and I sometimes I went with him. It went out with the jungles. We sat behind the go of bush and waited for the

game to come out. Dear used to come out and graze, and you were used to take a gun with him, but he never shot me. You used to watch a few while painting things.