So as a younger man my Grandad saw a Banshee. It was his ‘ghost story’ he told me but I didn’t realise that he actually believed it, or that it was true.
He was the most skeptical person I ever knew. His name in the bible is after the non-believer. He was a such a skeptic, it was almost shocking as he was a good Catholic. But to the day he died he swears he saw her.
He was walking a country road late one evening, he was from Dublin but outside the city back then everywhere was countryside, the suburbs weren’t really established then.
That’s when he saw her, a beautiful dark haired woman crying and combing out her long hair just sitting on an old boundary wall for a field. He was terrified because Banshees are death omens.
From what I can remember he was so scared he ran back the way he came.
I know back when I was a child I asked him who died but he said he prayed for her and no one died.
Niamh – Ireland