Editor’s Note: this relates to Co. Roscommon.
One night about seven or eight years ago myself and my brother were in the living room. Outside we heard a terrible crying. At first we thought it was some cats fighting. We decided that we would let out the dog to chase them away. I opened the door and saw nothing. When the dog came to the door he stood stiff and I saw the hair stand on his back with fright. At this stage myself and my brother got scared. We ran into the room where my father was in bed and told him of the incident. He told us it was the banshee. He had also heard the cries but he was not going to say anything to us only for what happened. The cry lasted for five minutes approximately and then faded away as if it was passing into the distance. I can say it was one of the most terrifying experiences I ever experienced in my life. (quoted in Lysaght 1998, 34)