St Kevin’s Park, once known as St Kevin’s Cemetery because it housed the bodies of famine victims unable to afford a proper burial. Those bodies left unclaimed are still here and the park is thought to be haunted — or cursed. ©WOTR
As Halloween nears, my mind turns to things spooky, haunted, scary. I think of darkened corners, their smell musty from centuries of avoidance, cobwebs clinging to ancient walls, providing goose bumps and sheepish grins in equal doses.
In Dublin recently, that spirit — or the spirits — felt quite alive. In the land of mythical leprechauns and faeries, I meandered into shadowy caves, eerie graveyards, and came across (I firmly believe this) things that go bump in the night.