The Dolocher Haunted tour Gravedigger Dublin Stop

June 21st, 2012

In the 18th century and in Regency years, Dublin was indeed a wild place. There are records of murders and rapes taking place on the street in broad daylight, atrocities done by muggers, burkers, and of course, gang warfare. Hangings were rife in the 1780s and 1790s, when the establishment feared that revolution in France might lead to anarchy here.

Now this story is about a particular prisoner who was locked up in ‘The Black Dog’, a jail situated in a part of Dublin so charming that some even referred to it as ‘Hell’. Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to take this moment to welcome you to Hell as it is this very area that we speak of. Now this prisoners name was Olocher and he was imprisoned, due to be hanged, for the murder and rape of a woman.

But Olocher never hanged. In fact, he took his own life within ‘The Black Dog’, but that was only when the trouble started.

On the same night, Olocher died, one of the guards was found bloody and unconscious at his post, and after some medical attention, he came to and told everyone that he was attacked by a monstrous black pig.

Soon, tales of the black pig saturated the taverns in Dublin like all good urban myths are wont to do – And these tales escalated after the phantom pig struck again.

A few days after the first incident in ‘The Black Dog’ another guard went missing from his post. The only thing they found was his guns and his clothes. Rumors spread, and the consensus of opinion was that this guard must have been eaten by the demon pig.

Over the following weeks tales of the black pig spread, and several people reported sightings of the dark beast roaming the streets of Dublin at night. Of course the authorities put this down to hysteria – an urban myth getting out of control. But then the attacks began!

Women, always women, were tracked down and mutilated by the beast on these very streets. And all of their reports, ahem, all the survivors reports were the same. They were attacked by a monstrous black pig!

Soon, the citizens of Dublin started talking again, and the rumor soon spread that this pig was Olocher, somehow back from the dead, seeking revenge on the city that tried to hang him. I guess that’s why people started calling this phantom pig ‘The Dolacher’.

The authorities finally took notice and sent out special patrols to look for the pig, hundreds of pigs were slaughtered around Dublin for fear it could be them and women were warned to stay indoors after dark. But despite these efforts the vicious, mutilating attacks still continued.

Then, one night, a blacksmith was walking home down these very steps. The weather was brutal that night and he was wearing a woman’s hood that he had borrowed to keep the rain off him. As he walked he thought he heard a scuffling through the rain. He stopped and listened but nothing. He convinced himself he was being paranoid with all these attacks of late and continued on. And then he heard the scuffling again, this time he turned to look but there was nothing there so on he went. Scuffle scuffle scuffle through the rain, and on turning was faced with the demon pig. Now being a strong man, a blacksmith with his tools, he was able to overcome his attacker and fight back eventually taking out his hammer and landing a blow straight between the eyes of the beast. The pig fell to the ground. Cautiously and with some hesitation, the blacksmith moved towards the black pig to check if it was still breathing. It was only on doing this that he realised his attacker was not in fact a pig, but a man wearing the hollowed out head of a pig.

Now this is were the reports differ. Some say this man was the guard that had vanished from the black dog, and others say it was a criminal who had been with Olocher the night he died. Either way, the so-called Dolocher’s motives were never made clear.

 

Be warned, if you dare come on the Haunted Gravedigger tour… please try not to squeal if you get a glimpse of the Dolocher!

 

Back to the bus with you lot.

Christs Church Ghost Tours Dublin Stop

June 21st, 2012

Christs Church Ghost tours dublin stop is an ancient place with its fair share of horrible histories and spooky evening tour tales.

The very first Christchurch (or church of the Holy Trinity) was wooden, made in the reign of King Sitric near the year 1038. A whole cluster of notable events happened there, including the crowning of the pretender Lambert Simnel in 1487 and the Knighthoods given to four Irish Kings in the late fourteenth century as told by Froissart.

But, in 1890 the papers across the land stirred with responses to the appearance of ghostly monks and nuns there. “Grim grey monks in vaporous gowns and cowls” were reported.

A Dublin correspondent to the Ipswich Journal in 1890 wrote “Just outside the southern wall of Christ Church cathedral, there stands, in an enclosed space, the ruins of the ancient Chapter House, which was discovered in the course of the excavations …the rumor has of late got around that the ghosts of monks and nuns have been seen wandering around among the ruins.” He reported that for several nights the railings by that spot had been packed with enthralled spectators who had seen the apparitions. The writer noted, with some sarcasm, that the occupation of waiting for the ghosts to appear is not an enlivening one.

As matters escalated, some began to believe that the Devil himself was there rousing the spirits of the dead, and many sang loudly and played instruments to try to frighten the demons away.

The reporter for the Belfast Newsletter concluded that “they may be only tourist ghosts, of an antiquarian turn of mind.” All this was typical purposeful and laboured fun at the expense of any who genuinely thought they had seen something paranormal.

A much more entrenched story that took place at Christ Church is of the British officer who was accidentally locked in the crypt. As over the years many have reported bangings and cries coming from within. The event was a long time ago, in the 18th century, when the officer had come to Dublin for the funeral of a general and was accidentally locked in. Weeks later his body was found.

A bricked up doorway covers the place, and the atmosphere is heavy with some kind of energy penned inside there. But the screams of the poor, desperate officer have to belong to the most disturbing, tormented soul there!

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The Gravedigger Ghost Bus Tour Dublin Castle Stop

June 21st, 2012

On the tour, we will drive past Dublin Castle, which some of you may have seen already on your other Dublin Tours.

Now… Dublin castle was the seat of the British government in Ireland for centuries. In past years it would not be too inaccurate to say that it had been a hated place. In times past it has been a place of great suffering, and the tales most often told are of sounds being heard of people being tortured, screaming in agony, begging for mercy… music to my ears!

At one time the merest hint of treason was likely to lead to someone being dragged away to be tortured.

During the reign of Elizabeth I,  practicing Catholicism was considered treason. One gruesome story is that of the Catholic Archbishop of Cashel, Dermot O’Hurley. Due to his position he was in living in hiding with The Baron Thomas Fleming in his home in Slane. Unfortunately for the Archbishop the government had many spies who had been watching and following him for quite a while. Under threat of severe penalties the Baron Fleming was compelled to hand the archbishop over to custody. Upon his arrest his interrogators demanded the Archbishop renounce  his catholic faith.

To help him do this they used an interesting form of torture. The Archbishop was suspended in the air, two large metal boots were placed on his legs, the boots were then filled with oil, and underneath him they started a roaring fire. Over the course of what some say was three days, the oil slowly began to boil, and the Archbishops legs were gradually eaten away, until eventually the boots fell off. What was left of his legs was exposed bone, the boots filled with the poor unfortunate Bishops flesh. All it would have taken to stop this torture was a mere few words but the Archbishop never renounced his faith. Needless to say the authorities admired his devotion and helped him on his way to martyrdom by hanging him outside the city walls.

Another event from that period, which is even more repulsive in some ways, is the tale of the son who punished his own mother for attending Catholic mass. Walter Bell was mayor of the city then, and his mother, Margaret, who was in her seventies, was dragged through the streets on a horse drawn wicker hurdle. She was imprisoned for years and died there. Visitors have heard her moans and weeping coming from what was the deep dungeon to this day!

But not only the dungeons have their tales. In the 1916 Rebellion there was fighting here; the dead were buried in the castle, with separate rows for “Tommies” and “Sinn Feiners” and there were evening funerals, with bodies buried in sheets. Over the years, out by the old stables, pumps, and also the barrack yard, a number of sightings have been given of men in uniform walking there: people clearly from another time and place!

The atmosphere of the place is oppressive with the force of a violent history, and if the theories of stone buildings holding negative energies of death and dying are true, then Dublin castle supports that! Such energies can be felt even today when the open spaces of the place may at times be teeming with visitors.

 

Dublin Ghost Bus Tour

June 21st, 2012

Aaah, Trinity. Beautiful isn’t it? Used to be the old Augustinian Priory if I remember correctly. I was quite familiar with it. After all they set up the plague house in the gardens of the place.

You can just imagine what it was like back then. Some 600 years ago. Plague sick breaking out, driven mad by the agony they were in, running naked down the streets, covered in giant suppurating pustules, trying to find some body of water to plunge themselves into to help relive their suffering. Many headed for the Liffey or the Poddle. Common sense really… except for the fact that Dublin’s main drinking source came from the Poddle… and I’m sure that you would all relish the thought of drinking a tall glass of water that’s been mixing with some plague pus!

Quite a problem really, and the mayor of Dublin did try and solve it by appointing four strong men(Pull four strong men form audience and put them at the back of bus) as extra security to stop any psychotic plague victims from escaping from the gardens… Unfortunately, for the men, they would not be allowed back into the city due to the infectiousness of the plague… And it was an infectious, infectious disease indeed.

 

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