I am neither a believer or a skeptic. Im pretty much on the fence as reagrds to the paranormal. But here is a story my grandmother always relayed for anybody who may find it interesting.
My grandmother had 7 children in quick succession, and they lived in council accomadation in an estate in Co Wicklow. My grandfather worked for the council and was known to disappear often with his work money and go to the pub.
One winters evening when grandad again had gone off with the food money. My poor granny was worried sick. She had 2 babies, no milk or dinner in for the whole family. The youngest baby was sick and hungry. At around 7 in teh evening there was a knock on thedoor. My granny answered it and there was a fisherman selling fish. She said he seemed to have a glow about him on the winters night. She told him she had no money and he said not to worry he would leave her fish for the whole family and he would call back next week for payment. This was highly unusual my granny said, no fisherman had ever previously called in to the house it wasant a usual thing to see. He left her 8 mackarel.
Anyway she cooked the fish, and all agreed it was the nicest fish they ever had tasted (pob due to them being hungry anyway) and not one of them found a bone in it.
Next day my granny got talking to her neighbour. She had been in all evening and no fisherman had called to her house. My granny thought no more of it till next week came and the man never returned for payment. She enquired to the other neighbours on her row and they also told her they had never seen a fisherman.
My granny always maintained that the fisherman was a ghost. and no other than St Peter themself. Who came to her rescue that hungry winters night.