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30/10/2026

A Ghostly Tale.
The Halloween Haunted Turnip

30/10/2026

That Lad Needs A Hobby, Galway Bay FM.

29/10/2026

A Ghostly Tale.

The Saint's Ghost.
The Forgotten Monk of Galways Ross Errilly Friary.

They say that among the ruins of Ireland's ancient churches, some spirits have never found peace.
In the winter of 1753, a young traveller named Thomas sought shelter inside a ruined monastery in County Galway.
As midnight approached, he heard something strange.
The sound of a church bell.
But the monastery's bell had disappeared centuries before.
Then came footsteps.
Slow, heavy footsteps across the wet grass floor.
From the darkness emerged a hooded figure dressed in the robes of an ancient monk.
His hands were clasped in prayer.
His face was hidden beneath his hood.
Thomas whispered, Father, are you lost?
The figure stopped.
Slowly, it raised its head.
Beneath the hood was the face of a dead man, his skin stretched tightly across his skull.
His eyes were two empty black hollows.
In a voice like stone grinding against stone, the monk whispered.
The prayers were never finished.
Suddenly, the ruined church filled with the sound of hundreds of voices chanting in Latin.
Thomas turned to run.
But the doorway had vanished.
Where the entrance once stood was a solid wall of ancient stone.
The monk slowly raised one skeletal hand.
One more soul must remain.
The following morning, villagers discovered Thomas's belongings outside the monastery.
But Thomas was never seen again.
And on certain nights, when the wind blows through the ruined walls, two voices can supposedly be heard praying.
One belongs to the ancient monk.
The other belongs to Thomas.
And neither voice ever reaches the final Amen.

28/10/2026

The Leannán Sídhe.
The Fairy Lover of Galway.

A Ghostly Tale.
An Irish supernatural horror story inspired by ancient folklore.
In the winter of 1847, a young poet named Eamon lived near an ancient fairy fort outside Galway.
One evening, as darkness settled over the fields, he heard a woman singing from inside the fort.
Her voice was beautiful, yet terribly sad.
Following the sound, he discovered a pale young woman standing beneath a hawthorn tree. Her long black hair covered her shoulders, and her green eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.
My name is Leannán, she whispered. and I have been waiting for you.
From that night onward, Eamon could think of nothing else.
Every evening he returned to the fairy fort. Every morning he awoke with another beautiful poem written upon his table.
But something was changing.
His skin grew pale. His body weakened. His reflection began to look like that of an old man.
One night, his mother followed him to the fort.
There, beneath the hawthorn tree, she witnessed something horrifying.
The beautiful woman was holding Eamon in her arms, her lips pressed against his throat.
But her face was no longer beautiful.
Her eyes were black, her mouth stretched unnaturally wide, and beneath her translucent skin something dark appeared to be moving.
Eamon's mother screamed.
The creature slowly turned towards her.
He gave me his heart, it hissed. now I shall take his soul.
By morning, Eamon was found dead beside the hawthorn tree.
His hair had turned completely white, and his face was that of a man a hundred years old.
But clutched tightly in his hand was one final poem.
It contained only six words.
She is beautiful until she feeds.
And even today, according to the tale, when mist settles over the ancient fairy forts of Galway, a woman's voice can sometimes be heard singing softly in the darkness.
The old warning is simple.
Never answer her song.

28/10/2026

Don't put a foot wrong on the fairy side

27/10/2026

A Ghostly Tale.
The Fetch of Galway.
The Man Who Came Home Twice.
They say that in the lonely countryside of County Galway, seeing your own double is a warning that death is near.
The Irish called it the Fetch.
In the Autumn of 1932, a farmer named Patrick was returning home through thick mist.
As he approached his cottage, he noticed something strange.
A light was burning in the kitchen.
Through the window, he saw a man sitting beside the fireplace.
The man was wearing Patrick's clothes.
And when he turned his head, he had Patrick's face.
Terrified, Patrick rushed inside.
His wife stood beside the fire, trembling.
Patrick, she whispered, you came home an hour ago.
The figure slowly rose from the chair.
It looked exactly like him.
But its eyes were lifeless.
Its skin was pale as death.
And when it smiled, its mouth stretched far too wide.
Patrick stumbled backwards.
What are you? he cried.
The figure leaned towards him.
I'm the one who came home, it whispered.
you're the one who shouldn't be here.
Suddenly, the candle went out.
A terrible scream echoed through the cottage.
The following morning, neighbours found Patrick's wife sitting alone beside the fireplace.
She claimed her husband had gone to work.
But beneath the kitchen table lay Patrick's lifeless body.
And outside, walking towards the fields, was a man who looked exactly like him.
The Fetch had taken his place.
And the old warning remains.
If you ever see yourself standing somewhere you have never been, do not approach.
For one of you may already be dead.

26/10/2026

A Ghostly Tale.
The Phantom Coach The Last Journey.

They say that on certain nights, when the mist rolls across Bothar An Choiste Castlegar County Galway, an ancient black coach can still be heard travelling through the darkness but this is no ordinary carriage. It is the Cóiste Bodhar the Death Coach.
One winter's night in 1847, a farmer named Patrick was walking home along a deserted road outside Galway City, suddenly, he heard horses approaching, the pounding of hooves grew louder, followed by the terrible rattling of wooden wheels.
Out of the mist emerged six enormous black horses, pulling a funeral coach draped in darkness but something was terribly wrong. The horses hooves made no marks upon the muddy road and sitting high above them was a coachman dressed entirely in black. He had no head, Patrick stumbled backwards as the carriage slowly passed. Through its darkened window, he saw a pale face staring back at him, it was his own face. The coach stopped, a cold voice whispered from inside your journey is not yet finished, Patrick. Terrified, he ran towards home but when he reached his cottage, the front door stood wide open inside, his wife was kneeling beside his lifeless body.
Patrick looked down at his hands.They were becoming transparent behind him, the sound of hooves returned. The Death Coach had come back and this time It had come to collect its passenger. Even today, the old warning remains.If you hear a carriage approaching on an empty road after midnight never look through its window, for the face staring back may be your own.

25/10/2026

The Druids and the fairies met at the stones

25/10/2026

Standing long before you and will stand long after you

24/10/2026

A Ghostly Tale.

The Merrow
The Woman Beneath Galway Bay.

They say that on certain nights, when the tide rises along the Long Walk in Galway, something ancient comes ashore.
In the winter of 1847, a fisherman named Seán was returning home across Galway Bay when he heard a woman singing.
Her voice drifted across the black water.
Then he saw her.
A beautiful woman floating beside his boat, her long green hair tangled with seaweed, her pale face glistening beneath the moonlight.
Help me, she whispered.
Seán reached towards her.
But as her fingers touched his hand, he felt something cold tightening around his wrist.
He looked down.
Beneath the surface, her body stretched impossibly deep into the darkness.
And there were others.
Pale faces staring upwards from beneath the boat.
Dozens of them.
Their mouths hung open, their eyes completely black.
Seán tried to pull away.
The woman smiled, revealing rows of tiny, needle-like teeth.
They were lonely too, she whispered.
The following morning, Seán's empty boat was found drifting near the Long Walk.
Deep scratches covered its wooden sides.
And tangled around the oars were strands of long green hair.
Seán was never seen again.
But fishermen say that when the moon shines across Galway Bay, a beautiful woman still rises from the water.
And beneath her, the drowned are waiting.
So if you ever hear a woman singing along the Long Walk after midnight, do not look into the water.
Because the Merrow may already be looking at you.

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