Lights Out at the Boxer's House
Not the boxer's house - just a lovely old thatched cottage. Ian Edwards [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons |
Back in
January 2017, I posted the story “Baffling Lights at the Boxer’s House.” In
short, in March 1936, in the townland of Aughamullan, County Tyrone, mysterious
lights were appearing nightly in the former home of the recently deceased
Michael Quinn. The Northern Whig newspaper sent a representative to the area,
and “Baffling Lights at the Boxer’s House” was a facsimile of his report.
Recently, I
came across another story about the events in Aughamullan.
Coalisland
Ghost Story
BOYISH “PRANK”
SCARES TOWNLAND
To scare boys
who were taking part in a late night shooting competition for a clock in the
townland of Aughamullan, Coalisland, last week, three or four young men set
their plan, which had more than the desired effect. People talked about what
they had seen at an empty house, and of the mysterious lights which had
twinkled at night, so much so that the story, which lost nothing in the
telling, enticed a representative of the English Press to visit the scene for a
bit of “copy,” and on Monday morning the English and Irish newspapers gave
prominence to the following story, which was told in all sincerity to their
representatives.
Aughamullan,
which is on the shores of Lough Neagh, and the most populous townland in
Dungannon Union, has become a centre of attraction by reason of the fact that
in a house, now vacant, mysterious lights appear nightly.
When a Press
representative visited the farmstead neighbours spoke with awe of the strange
happenings.
James Herron,
the nearest resident, said the former owner, Michael Quinn, who resided alone,
visited his house about a fortnight ago and got a bag of turf which he carried
home. Mr Herron’s son, Patrick, accompanied the old man, who was suffering from
a severe cold, to the end of the laneway leading to the house. Next morning,
when passing, he heard moans from inside the door of the farmhouse. He found
Quinn lying, still clutching the bag of turf, and the old man died a few hours
later. After the funeral lights appeared nightly at the two front windows, and
seemed to move from the kitchen to the room and back again. He had seen the
lights in the middle of the night.
At this point
the story was taken up by Bernard McStravock, the local blacksmith, who is also
a neighbour. Bernard said upwards of 400 people now assembled nightly to watch
the lights. On Friday night several young men volunteered to search the house.
As they approached the lights went out and a thorough search inside was made
without discovering the cause. When they went back to the road the lights again
appeared, and were brighter than ever.
A passing
motorist put forward the theory that the lights were the reflex from the
lighted windows of neighbouring houses, and all windows were blinded with meal
bags, but it made no difference.
McStravock
added that he was not personally uneasy about the lights, but the womenfolk
were becoming alarmed. Quinn, he said, was a sturdily built man, had always
loved a “scrap,” and had been in the ring in several parts of England and
Scotland in his earlier days.
McStravock
and others accompanied the Press representative to the house, which is
mud-walled with thatched roof. The furniture is still there, and the kitchen
dresser contains the usual quantity of delph and ornaments.
On Saturday
night over 500 people again congregated at the little farm, which contains
four-and-a-half acres. At 10pm, a bright light suddenly appeared in the kitchen
window and resembled a spotlight. It was seen to move to the other front
window, suggesting someone going about the rooms. Neighbours again thoroughly
searched the building without result.
“Courier and
News” Interview
A
representative of the “Courier and News” (Dungannon) interviewed a well-known
young man in that district, who stated that the whole thing was done for a
joke.
“And, mind
you,” he said, “it put the wind up some of the boys.”
The whole thing
happened like this. Somebody bought a clock from a man going round. It was
decided to have a shooting match for the clock. The competition began in a
house near where Michael Quinn lived, and often there is a certain amount of
talk about a house in which a lone man dies. Knowing that the boys were coming
home late at night from the shooting match, several boys set out to scare them.
They got into Quinn’s house, put a lighted candle inside a jam-pot to prevent
it doing any harm, and placed it near the window, and when the “shooters” were
leaving they saw the light and very soon established the belief that it could
only be a ghost. Next day it was the talk of the country, and on the following
night the mysterious light was placed in the empty house at a different window,
and the townland at large began to talk about “the lights.” It soon became
known that a relative of Quinn’s was making inquiries into the whole affair,
and offered a good “hiding” to the first man caught acting the “johnnie,” and
so the ghost story ends.
Source:
- The Mid-Ulster Mail, 4 April 1936
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