An Irish Haunting and Some Bailey’s

Lilly had waited in line to kiss the popular and probably germ infected, Blarney Stone. It had been two years since her husband Phillip died and she hoped that taking a trip to Ireland would give her a new perspective on life.

Once she emerged from the narrow staircase to the rooftop of the castle, a cool breeze struck her face. Kissing a stone embedded in the adjacent wall while upside down seemed silly and yet she longed to make her wish. “Don’t worry. I’ve gotcha. Just lean all the way back.” Lilly felt the warmth of the man’s grasp as she brushed her curly brown hair from her eyes.

“Okay. Here goes!” Lilly leaned out over what seemed like a thousand feet.  She closed her eyes and kissed the cold moist stone. “It’s time to find a new love.” As she looked up at the black-haired Irishman and saw the clouds behind him rush by, she heard a whisper in the wind.

“You’ll be happy here.”

The strong attendant pulled her back up and she rose to feet, only to feel rather woozy.

“That was odd.” Lilly looked back over her shoulder. She gazed out at the view from the castle and tried to make sense of the moment. “I just need something to eat.”

Lilly had dinner at the restaurant on the castle grounds while consulting a map. Her next stop would be at a bed and breakfast where she would stay the night.

She drove through the lush green countryside while long shadows began to creep across the winding lane. Soon lights glimmered from quaint cottages separated from the road by ancient looking stone fences. She had to stop twice for herds of sheep that trotted right in front of her. Trees canopied over the road like dark fingers clasping. The moonlight illuminated deteriorating castles as she drove on.

Just as she started to fear that she had missed it, a little sign caught her eye.

McClarran’s B & B.

Lilly pulled into the circle drive and parked in front of the old stone castle. Dragging her wheeled suitcase behind her, she walked up to the curved knotty pine door. “It is like a fairytale,” she thought as she banged the brass knocker.

She heard footsteps and then the heavy door opened on old hinges. “Welcome! You must be Lilly. I’m Liam. Come in!”

“Thank you.” Lilly entered the hall.

“Let me show you to your room.”

He led her up a staircase. The rungs were carved with ivy leaves. A large black wrought iron chandelier was hung from the ceiling in the center of the foyer. A beautiful painting of the sea hung on the wall on the landing. “Is that the Cliffs of Moor?” Lilly asked.

“Yes. My father painted it years ago.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Are you interested in art?”

“Yes, I’m a watercolor artist.”

“Wonderful! There are many gardens here on the grounds. Feel free to explore and paint all you like.” He opened up the bedroom door for her and said, “Oh and I hope you’ll join my brother and me for breakfast in the dining room. If you won’t be needin’ anythin’ else, I’ll see you in the morning then.”

”Sounds great!”

Liam nodded his head, and went back downstairs.

Lilly threw her suitcase on the feather bed and walked over to the paned glass window. She could just make out the contour of a turret in the moonlight.

“What an amazing place.”

Lilly slipped on a cream silk nightgown and climbed into bed. Her dreams soon took her to a sun-drenched garden. She giggled while dancing with someone, but when she looked up at him, he vanished.

A current of frigid air woke her from her dream. She gasped at the apparition who hung suspended overhead. The gentleman with the coattails smiled and then in the same breathy whisper she’d heard earlier said, “You’ll be happy here.” She watched in disbelief as he floated out the window.

Lilly leapt out of bed, swung the door open, and tripped into the arms of a man who had been walking down the hallway. His warm touch sent shock waves through her body.

“I am so sorry!” She gazed into his soulful brown eyes under a mop of curly brown hair.

He released his firm grip and smiled, “Are you alright?”

“I, I must have been dreaming.”

“I’m Liam’s brother Michael, and you must be Lilly. Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m fine,” said Lilly feeling her cheeks burn. He looked familiar somehow.

“Will I see you at breakfast?”

“You will.”

Lilly reentered her room. It would be hours before she could fall back to sleep.

She awoke to the sun streaking through the window. After checking the time, she bolted out of bed. She tried on several outfits before choosing one and then went downstairs.

Lilly joined a group of tourists in the paneled dining room. Her heart skipped a beat when Michael entered the room carrying a coffee pot. He brought her a cup and when his hand brushed hers, it sent another tremor through her. She listened to the others converse while she finished her breakfast.

“So Lilly, Liam tells me you’re an artist,” Michael said, “Would you care to see the gardens?”

“I’d love to.”

“Great. I’ll give you a tour and then I’ll be making my way to Blarney Castle. I’ve been volunteering there a bit.”

As they rounded the corner of the buffet, a framed picture fell to the floor. Lilly bent over to pick it up and gazed into the eyes of her ghostly visitor. She tried to hide her shock and said, “Who is this?”

“That’s my father. He passed away several years ago. I think you would have liked him.” He put his hand on the small of her back and guided her out into the garden.

What would Saint Patrick’s Day be without some

Bailey’s & Old Greg

Irish Cream from Allrecipes.com

Original Recipe Yield 4 cups

Ingredients

  • 1 cup heavy cream
  • 1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
  • 1 2/3 cups Irish whiskey
  • 1 teaspoon instant coffee granules
  • 2 tablespoons chocolate syrup
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 teaspoon almond extract

Directions

  1. In a blender, combine heavy cream, sweetened condensed milk, Irish whiskey, instant coffee, chocolate syrup, vanilla extract, and almond extract. Blend on high for 20 to 30 seconds. Store in a tightly sealed container in the refrigerator. Shake well before serving
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All Photos by Susie Lindau – 1st two from the top of Blarney Castle

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

Have you ever seen a ghost?

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90 responses to “An Irish Haunting and Some Bailey’s

  1. Great story! I can’t wait to read more of your posts. And I loved Old Gregg there at the end. Definitely punctuated the light spookiness of the story. And who doesn’t like the Boosh?

    What was your inspiration for this story?

    • Thanks so much!
      Old Greg cracks me up every time!
      I wrote it with St. Patty’s Day in mind. It started off with some memories of our trip to Ireland and it took off from there!
      Thanks for subscribing!

  2. Madison Woods

    I didn’t get to read it on St. Patrick’s day, but I loved your story anyway! I’ve always wanted to kiss the Blarney stone, lol.

  3. Hey, Susie – your response to last week’s Weekly Question of the Week, about what the government is doing with all the hours it takes, is one of the finalists! You should begin the relentless self-promotion and voting for yourself – the poll is on my main page right now. I’m still working on the formatting, though, so this may change.

  4. Is it possible that Lily can check out anytime she wants, but she can never . . . leave? Well hewn story Ms. Lindau. And Happy St. Patricks Day weekend to you!

  5. Loved your ghost story, Susie. Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you (well, what’s left of it now…) I had one glass of white wine and now I’m ready to go to sleep. yeah, that’s all I can handle I guess…

  6. What a triumph for you, Susie! Well done!

  7. Love it, Susie! Mysterious men left right and centre. I haven’t had a baileys in ages, I might have to try that. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

  8. Okay… I just watched ‘Old Greg’! Insane!!!

    • I wanted to find a video with only the first 7 minutes because the cartoon is awful. The only one I could embed was the full version.
      “Do you want some Bailey’s?” My kids (20 and 22) and I still joke about it!
      Thanks for coming by!

  9. A very engaging story, Wild Thing… I liked the ending. And I loved the line… ‘popular and probably germ infected, Blarney Stone’.

    Loved the photos too. One of my granddaughters is half Irish, and when she was visiting her grandparents at Christmas, she took a photo of some sheep… with the paint on them.

  10. What a wonderful Story,gotta try that recipie..sounds fun and yum :)
    Have a great weekend Susie
    Hugs n love :)

  11. My late husband and I used to make Irish Cream every year at Christmas…same recipe as yours except we didn’t add instant coffee–but it was still extremely delicious!
    Loved your post.

  12. Corey

    As a Fitzpatrick, I was in need of a good Irish story. Thanks for sharing as usual Susie!

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  13. Wonderful story! A bit of the old Irish to start the weekend right!

  14. My dad used to make that recipe all the time and wish I could go to Ireland.
    1:40 just doing laundry and breakfast dishes. Between Amazon and writing the day goes by fast. Just threw the laundry in and I have to put a timer on so I will remember. and had Susie written in CAPITAL letters on my hand. :)
    Erin go Braugh!

  15. See, your story has a great Irish feel to it! This I can totally support. I’m sure you were holding your breath for my endorsement.

    • I can breath again! Wow….Thanks! That is a huge endorsement coming from the all-time St. Patrick’s Day Pooper although I know your tongue was firmly placed in your cheek. Who can pass up a good beer on St. Patrick’s Day??? I am looking forward to a nice cold Black and Tan, but I think I’ll pass on the car bombs…..
      Happy St. Patty’s Day my fellow Irishman!

  16. Debra Eve

    I love this — story and a recipe! I just read a book called “Lunch in Paris,” where the author tells how she fell in love with her husbands and includes recipes. Can’t wait to try yours :)

    • Awesome Debra. Thank you so much!
      I used to make Baileys all the time, but lost my recipe. Now it is all over the web!
      The book sounds great.
      Happy St. Patty’s to you!

  17. Great story!! Followed by a great recipe to keep a girl warm on a cold winter night.

    Always fun stuff on your blog, Susie!

    Patricia Rickrode
    w/a Jansen Schmidt

  18. Great Story— Made my St. Patrick’s Day. A Happy week end and a Happy St. Patty’s Day Susie!
    PKC

  19. What a cool story. Have you posted it before? I’d swear I’ve read it somewhere… maybe in a past life? :)

    Baileys is one of my faves, I have to make this drink! I like to add it to my cocoa recipes, too.

    Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

  20. Love a good haunting! Have a Great Weekend – Happy St Paddys Day:)

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  22. Erin go Bragh and Happy St. Pat’s Day! Love the Irish photos, and was lucky enough to visit in ’94. I have seen a ghost…specifically, the ghost of a horse. Nobody ever believes me, though.

  23. This is delightful writing. But I had no idea you were a Mighty Boosh fan too.

  24. lynnkelleyauthor

    I love An Irish Haunting! Great ending. Well done, Susie! Mmm, Bailey’s sounds mighty good right now!

  25. Great story, Susie… ghostly love.. :)

  26. I’m not normally one for romantic stories and whatnot, but this was quite a compelling read. A bit longer than I expected (had to make sure I hadn’t missed your #FF piece, first!) but it has some great imagery and captures the feel of rural areas when she’s driving to the inn.
    A bit of a twist on the usual ghost story fare, too.

    garybaileywriting.wordpress.com/2012/03/16/fridayfictioneers-the-colour-of-death/

  27. If only I had some Bailey’s to go along with reading an excellent story, what a complementary pairing. :-)

  28. I loved the story. In tune with the modern fear of anything that might hint at a fairytale ending I was so afraid you would have her freaking out and riding off into the sunrise, never to return!

  29. Fun story and recipe! Hauntings seem to add extra kick to St. Patty’s Day and all days. ;) Hope yours is a happy one.

  30. I’ve been to Ireland and when I saw you were writing about the Blarney Stone I figured something was up. All my friends and I took pictures of each other kissing the blarney stone, but you know what? Not a single picture turned out or even showed up. It was like 7 different cameras all malfunctioned at the same time! Pretty odd?

    Lovely love story. I adore innate messages like that. Happy St. Patty’s!

  31. Weeellll–an’ for sure, ya got me ta thinkin’ about the Irish. Will have to pull out me Bailey cups and indulge! :-) Enjoyed your story.
    mine: http://www.vlgregory-circa1800.vpweb.com/blog.html

  32. Dear Susie,

    Thanks for taking me to Ireland. I was deep into your story from word one. Very nice touches throughout.

    Aloha,

    Doug

  33. Hi,
    A fantastic story, a ghost story but with love in the air, I loved it. :)
    I watched the video all the way through, I am still laughing, that is one weird video. :lol:

    • Thanks for reading it Mags!
      The video is so ridiculous, but it makes me laugh every time. I wanted to find a shorter version, but full length is all that’s available. I just had to include Old Greg and his Bailey’s…Hahaha!

  34. Oh.. if only I had some Bailey’s for my morning coffee! Love Old Greg.. my kids introduced him to me last summer! Hilarious! But.. I loved your story more.. xo Happy St P’s Day!

  35. not fair to put a recipe’s for bailey’s out when I have to go to work…great story. by the way. but i want more

  36. Reblogged this on and commented:
    You are sure to like this

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