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Irish superstitions, urban legends and local tales

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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 27,565 ✭✭✭✭steddyeddy


    A lot of my family were sailors so I heard quite a few of these. Never leave the port on a Friday. If you do reverse out out port. It's also bad luck to see a redhead at the docks apparently.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 18,299 ✭✭✭✭The Backwards Man


    I know a fisherman who would always turn back if he saw a woman with red hair when travelling to the pier.

    He was living in Malin Head and fishing out of Killybegs, off more days than he worked.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 3,750 ✭✭✭fleet_admiral


    steddyeddy wrote: »
    A lot of my family were sailors so I heard quite a few of these. Never leave the port on a Friday. If you do reverse out out port. It's also bad luck to see a redhead at the docks apparently.
    Its bad luck in general


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 5,942 ✭✭✭topper75


    XR3i wrote: »
    my uncle woke up one night and heard loud banging on the window,

    he went over and opened the curtains and there was a leprechaun banging on the window with a 50p piece

    he was laughing telling me the story but he was definitely a bit shook after it

    Mr. Tremens never gave me 50p.

    The mane backstard.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 369 ✭✭Vinculus


    I once ran around the Hell Fire Club twelve times and a the Devil appeared to me in the form of a pigeon.

    Never been back since.


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 18,299 ✭✭✭✭The Backwards Man


    Vinculus wrote: »
    I once ran around the Hell Fire Club twelve times and a the Devil appeared to me in the form of a pigeon.

    Never been back since.
    Coo story bro'


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 369 ✭✭Vinculus


    Are you pecking on me?


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 3,949 ✭✭✭Mesrine65


    We all know that the author of the most famous vampire, Dracula, was the Irish writer Bram Stoker.

    In fact we can also claim Sheridan Le Fanu who wrote the novella, 'Carmilla'.

    Le Fanu is known to have drawn on his Irish homeland for his early stories.

    Many historians have noted that Carmilla is the first true vampire novel ever created, and was probably a big influence on Bram Stoker.

    But did ye ever hear-tell of The Dearg-Due?

    The story tells of a girl of legendary beauty, with blood-red lips and pale blonde hair, whose name seems to have been lost in the sands of time.

    She was being forced into an arranged marriage against her will by her father, but as it happens she was in love with another, a local peasant boy.

    Unfortunately her cruel father whom was only interested in the wealth he would acquire from the union, forbade the pair from seeing each other and the arranged marriage went ahead.

    The husband whom was many years older than the girl was a cruel bastard who treated her badly.

    After some months of enduring her terrible life she eventually gave up all hope that her true love might find some way to rescue her.  

    Now some say that her husband beat her to death, some say that she died of a broken heart but others say that she committed suicide as she could no longer cope with her abusive husband and the miserable life she was forced into.

    She is said to have been buried in a small lonely grave, near Strongbow’s Tree in County Waterford.

    Legend says that with her last breath she vowed a terrible vengeance.

    Her husband was said to have taken another wife, while her body was still warm in her death bed.

    Her cruel father and family were so busy with their new wealth lives to care about her demise.

    The only person who mourned her passing was the young peasant boy.

    He visited her grave many times where he spoke of his desire to see her again and prayed for her to come back to him.

    As the story goes, she arose from her grave the following year on the very date she died.

    Overcome  with anger and vengeance, she first visited her father’s house.

    Finding him asleep in his bed, she leaned over him and placing her lips over his where she sucked the life breath from him till there was no more.

    She then visited her husband.

    He was said to have been engaged marital exploits with his new wife and never noticed her enter the room.

    Overcome with a furious rage she went into a frenzied attack on the couple, this time her attack was so ferocious that she not only drained the pair of their life breath but also their blood.

    The surge of fresh blood through her dead body made her feel alive again.

    She uses her beauty to prey on lustful young men.

    Luring them away to a quite place only to sink her teeth into their  throats and deprive them of their blood.

    Her hunger for blood became  all that she knew.

    So eager to quench her thirst,  she forgot all about her young love and never saw him again.

    Each night she rises from the earth to feast like a wild beast returning to her grave a bloody corpse and thus the Dearg-Due was born.

    She is said to rise from her grave at will and uses her beauty to lure unsuspecting men to their death.

    It is said that the only way to stop the Dearg-Due is to  pile stones on her grave and in doing so prevent her from rising and taking her fill of life blood from her potential victims.

    Locals are said to have done this for many years,  but…sometimes they forget…

    'Hell Hath no fury, like a woman scorned' :eek: :D


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 216 ✭✭redbel05


    I have red hair, and my father used to be a fisherman. The trawler he was on went on fire and basically burned out less than a month after I was onboard ( I was about 7 and had been bugging him to show me around). It was the first time I had heard the superstition, and you can imagine how upset 7 year old me was.... Nobody died thankfully, they managed to get it back to the harbour, but I know at least one of the crew did get badly burned.

    Only been on one of his ships since...


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 44,079 ✭✭✭✭Micky Dolenz


    Many years ago when I was a boy I was cycling home one late wet, dark December evening. I lived in a very rural place, so once it was dark it was pitch black. I was a mile or so from home and hadn't met a sinner until suddenly I heard a strange screaming/crying/ howling. It was in front of me about 100 meters away. I stopped the bike and just froze to the spot, the sound faded to a whimper. I told myself it was probably a vixen or cats riding in the road so I decided to ride on through for it was the only way home.

    I steadied myself and went for it, peddling as fast as I could.I had no sooner got up to speed when the screaming started again, my heart bursting out of my chest, I peddled harder and faster. My dynamo powered light dimmly cutting through the dark curtain of the night. What I saw next will haunt me as long as I live, an old lady type figure was crouched down on the road, a dark shawl covering her or so it appeared in the half light. I served around it and cycled like the devil himself was after me. I was desperate to get home.

    I got home and was white with shock, I didn't want to tell my old pair as they probably would have laughed at me. They wouldn't believe in that kinda thing, and I was freaked.

    No, in fact it was an elderly neighbour who had went out for a stroll but must have twisted their ankle or knee and couldn't move. The poor dear spent all night on the road, alone and in agony. She perished with the cold.

    It made perfect sense when my parents informed the next morning. Thank fcuk I thought, it wasn't a banshee or a ghost after all.


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,860 ✭✭✭Steve F


    New shoes on the table!!! Someone will DIE!!
    FFS people are dying everyday
    Also bad things happen everyday so they would have happened regardless of whether you walked under a black cat or a ladder crossed your path on the way home that evening people just make connections where there aren't any
    Friday the 13th is another stupid one


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 17,300 ✭✭✭✭razorblunt


    Damn just came on to post about the new shoes on the table too!


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 16,499 ✭✭✭✭DEFTLEFTHAND


    steddyeddy wrote: »
    A lot of my family were sailors so I heard quite a few of these. Never leave the port on a Friday. If you do reverse out out port. It's also bad luck to see a redhead at the docks apparently.


    Bizarrely being able to swim was also considered badluck at one point in maritime history.

    The redhead superstition used to be observed by farmers also. If you met a redhead woman on the way to market you turned around and went home. :D


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 720 ✭✭✭anvilfour


    steddyeddy wrote: »
    It's also bad luck to see a redhead at the docks apparently.

    I imagine you're screwed in Ireland then! :)


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 34,808 ✭✭✭✭smash


    TCP cures everything!


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 16,499 ✭✭✭✭DEFTLEFTHAND


    anvilfour wrote: »
    I imagine you're screwed in Ireland then! :)

    It's not that prominent here really when you think about it. I think the stat is 1 in 30 people.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 27,565 ✭✭✭✭steddyeddy


    As Deft points out we're not phenotypically prone to having red hair. The Irish phenotype is far hair with pale skin.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 6,544 ✭✭✭Samaris


    steddyeddy wrote: »
    As Deft points out we're not phenotypically prone to having red hair. The Irish phenotype is far hair with pale skin.

    far = dark rather than fair, yep?


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 27,565 ✭✭✭✭steddyeddy


    Samaris wrote: »
    far = dark rather than fair, yep?

    Yea dark. Typing on phone isn't easy.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 6,544 ✭✭✭Samaris


    Oh quite! I actually did want to confirm since it could have gone either way rather than being bloody-minded :D

    Also yep, although there's a strong prevalence for "Black Irish" too - dark hair and blue or grey eyes, a rather unusual phenotype in the rest of the world.


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 4,744 ✭✭✭diomed


    About 30 years ago I was mowing the front lawn of my parents house in Blackrock, Co Dublin. They were on holidays in Spain so I called to their house two or three times a week to cut the grass and water the flowerbeds.

    A man stopped and said he was the builder of the houses on the road (about thirty years earlier). He said he planned the road and footpaths to avoid cutting a hawthorn tree still there in the path/ grass between no 13 and no 15. Cutting a hawthorn is said to be unlucky. The tree is still there.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 369 ✭✭Vinculus


    Chopsticks on the floor, Yakuza at the door!


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 4 davesaunders


    Brian J Showers is worth a google. He's written a lot about superstition and urban legend in Dublin, particularly around the Rathmines area. Great reading for this time of year!


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 4,744 ✭✭✭diomed


    Never put in all your money on a draw.


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 10,372 ✭✭✭✭branie2


    In Ballyea in co Clare, a lake is said to turn blood red every seven years, as a result of a mermaid been shot by the local landlord


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 18,067 ✭✭✭✭fryup


    fairys do exist


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 1,275 ✭✭✭bpmurray


    Not Irish but ...

    A few years ago a colleague & myself were at a conference in the US and decided to get in a day's fishing to see if we could bag a sailfish. So we booked the boat and turned up & went out. It was a lovely day - the water was 70F 20 miles from shore! Anyway, we couldn't catch a thing and the skipper said "you'd think there was a banana on board" whereupon we admitted that indeed we had some bendy yellow fruit along.

    He went berserk and headed straight back to port claiming he'd have to sell the boat and that bananas & boats didn't work and the sky was about to fall.

    It appears that bananas on boats are considered a curse in the US, although nowadays I make a point of bringing along a banana whenever I go fishing - seems to help :-)


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 37,344 ✭✭✭✭NIMAN


    It's all balls.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 2,379 ✭✭✭donegaLroad


    One of the most unlucky things you could do in Gweedore and the Roses (Donegal), is walk in the front door of someones house and walk straight through the house and out the back door without stopping.

    On the scale of 1-10 of unluckiness, that would be 10

    I think it must come from the old superstition you are supposed to leave a house through the door which you enter.


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 3,174 ✭✭✭RhubarbCrumble


    Pedro K wrote: »
    passing a whopping cough infected child under and over a donkey 7 times..

    Creased up laughing here at that mental image :D


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