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

Original Recipe Yield 4 cups


  • 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


  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

All Photos by Susie Lindau – 1st two from the top of Blarney Castle

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

Have you ever seen a ghost?


90 thoughts on “An Irish Haunting and Some Bailey’s

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  1. 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.


  2. 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.


    1. 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!


  3. 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!


  4. 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…


    1. Thanks so much!
      You are 2 hours ahead us.. We just got home from St. Patty’s at Connor O’Neills and March Madness (CU lost 😦 ) at the Lazy Dog. Now for a bit of Baileys and off to bed. Thanks so much for following! I hope you are feeling better~


    1. That is one of my all time favorites songs and sang it around the house Friday. Maybe I was subconsciously thinking the same thing. Hahaha!
      Thanks so much Cayman and same to you! I’ll be making my corned beef tonight!


  5. 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.


  6. 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.


  7. 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?


    1. 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!


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