A ghost story that originates in County Mayo.
Most of the woods that
once covered Barnalyra have mostly disappeared and those that are left are
either stunted, twisted, or commercially useless. They stand there for the
entire world looking like spectres guarding both the past and the locality of
this lonely spot five miles outside Swinford in County Mayo. It seems the
perfect setting for a ghost story and what follows is one such story, called
simply,
The Ghost of Barnalyra Wood.
Over two hundred years
ago a poor woodsman and his wife lived in the woods. Their cottage was located
in a clearing on what was once the main road from Sligo to Galway. It was also
the route used by the Bianconi mail coach and even though the cottage was small
the couple kept a room spare to rent out to passing travellers as money was
very hard to come by
The woodsman and his
wife had a daughter she was an only child who grew up to be a truly beautiful
girl who was the main attraction at every dance that was held at the local
crossroads. The only problem was the woodsman and his wife had no money to put
towards a dowry if the daughter met a suitable young man. Life was cruel.
This became an
obsession for the girl’s parents as they were worried that she would end up
marrying some poor shepherd and spend her life in poverty. One fine summer
evening fortune seemed to smile upon them as there was a knock on the door of
their little cottage.
It was a passing
stranger who asked for a meal and if possible a bed for the night and he
promised to pay well. He explained that he had been at sea for some years and
having left his ship at Sligo he was on the way to pay a surprise visit to his
parents in south Mayo. The woodsman and his wife gladly agreed to his
request. The sailor said that as he was
feeling very tired and his feet were aching from his long walk he would like to
be shown to his room. The couple pointed out the little room that they had for
rent.
Sometime later the
woodsman looked through a crack in the door and saw his visitor counting a pile
of golden coins, he went into the kitchen and told his wife what he had seen.
They decided that this was the opportunity they had been waiting for, This gold
would provide the dowry for their daughter so she would be able to marry
someone of substance and she would have a better life than they had been able
to provide for her. They decided to send the daughter to stay overnight with
her aunty who lived a mile away and when night fell they silently entered the
room of the sailor and killed him as he slept.
They buried his body in
the nearby wood and just to be sure that he would never be identified they
chopped off his head and buried that in the nearby Curragh Bui Bog. However,
within a few days stories began to circulate about a headless man seen on the
road by Barnalyra wood after nightfall. At first only a few people claimed to
have seen the headless ghost but over time more and more people admitted to
having seen it. Even though the ghost was headless it was heard to scream and
it became known as The Screamer.
As the story began to
spread the drivers of the Bianconi coach began to stay clear of Barnalyra wood
only travelling through it during daylight and never at night when darkness
fell and the only other source of income open to the woodsman and his wife
began to dry up. According to legend, the woodsman and his wife met untimely
deaths. The woodsman was killed by a tree he was cutting down and his wife’s
body was found in the stream that flows parallel with the road through the
wood. It was about a year after her husband’s death, they say there was a flood
and she must have fell into the stream that had become a raging river.
It is said that she
told the terrible secret of the sailor’s murder to her daughter sometime before
her watery death and that her daughter lost her mind with the guilt of it. She
slowly pined away and died a short time after her mother. As for the sailor,
well if you’re walking through Barnalyra wood and it starts to get dark, walk a
little faster.
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