Famous Beresford Ghost Story (with introduction)

Since my previous blog post was about Curraghmore, I thought I would share with you a very popular Beresford Ghost Story for upcoming Halloween. It came out, however, that I have no spooky ghastly photos of Curraghmore House.  I decided to write an illustrated introduction about another place just behind the wall from the Curraghmore estate – the Mayfield House, Portlaw, of which I have plenty of spooky looking pictures, and the most important, a spooky true story.

                                                                         Introduction

Since the ancient Rhododendron tree fell down during the hurricane Ophelia in autumn 2016, the only way to get to the Mayfield house is to crawl through under the tree trunk…

… which I did the following December ( when I was sure the trunk wouldn’t flatten me). Winter is the best time to see the house free of weeds and brambles.

Mayfield House was built in the 1840s by William Tinsley for the brilliant entrepreneurs and philanthropists Malcolmsons who absolutely deserve a separate blog post.

The house also has a basement, and the tower was added in 1857. The house served as offices for the Tannery that opened in 1935, but as the Malcolmsons’ factory failed in the 1870s, so did the Tannery that was closed in 1985. Since then the house has been stripped of anything of worth, and now is a dangerous ruin.

Mayfield House

It is still beautiful though.

Mayfield House

Mayfield House

I walked around the house to take pictures of the Tannery’s chimney.

Mayfield House

Suddenly I noticed a strange movement in the upper floor window.

I quickly realised that it was just an old curtain swinging in the wind. Still, I thought it was a time to pack and leave.

Unfortunately, I can’t just leave, even when warned.

I made my way around a big pile of gravel to take a look at the back yard and a shed.

The shed has no doors, just two big holes in the wall. This is what I saw through the first hole. I didn’t like the chair, but well, there was no one sitting in that chair, right?

I walked to the other hole, and this is what I saw there. Nothing amusing. I was considering stepping inside the shed to check out bats when all of a sudden I felt a strong blow to my chest that stopped my heart and my breath. A physical blow.

The next moment I felt choking pressure on my throat. If it were from behind, I wouldn’t have any doubt I was being attacked ( and I would have a heart attack because of the scare) but here I saw no one. There was no one. The sensation lasted for just a couple of seconds and went away as suddenly as it came. ‘OK, OK’ I breathed out as soon as I composed myself and moved away from the shed. ‘I got it, I got it’.

When it was time to crawl under the tree trunk again, the ivy vines started to look like something from a horror movie… at least in my imagination 😉

I have never disturbed the ghost again, but I still go to the Mayfield House when the gate is open ( when the drifting takes place). No paranormal activity has ever been reported in this area. A nomadic ghost? May be. But read the Ghost Story – may be there is a clue 🙂

 

                                                     The Beresford Ghost story

John Power and Nicola Sophia Hamilton were raised by the same guardians and formed a friendship that extended beyond the grave. While in the guardians care, the teenagers learned about different religions and started to have doubts about the afterlife. The two made a promise that whichever should die first, would try to return to the other and reveal the truth about the life after death.

When John was only seven, his father, Sir Richard, 1st Earl of Tyrone, engineered his formal marriage to the twelve years old heiress Catherine Fitzgerald who eloped when she was seventeen. Nicola married Sir Tristram Beresford, 3rd Baronet when she was 21. John never married again. He and the Beresfords continued their friendship. John’s father was imprisoned and died in the Tower of London on 14th October 1690. John inherited the title of 2nd Earl of Tyrone. Three years later, Lady Nicola woke up and discovered Lord Tyrone sitting by her bedside. In response to her confusion he asked : ‘Have you forgotten our promise? I died Tuesday at four o’clock.’ That Tuesday was October 14, the day of his father’s death.

They had quite a long conversation, and to prove that he was not a figment of her imagination, John drew a curtain with mere waving his hand and wrote a note in her calendar, but it seemed not enough for Nicola to believe her eyes. Reluctantly, he touched her wrist with his cold and heavy fingers, and in a moment the sinews shrunk up. He then told her to cover the wrist so that no mortal eye would ever see it.

The ghost of Lord Tyrone informed her that she was pregnant with a son. All of his prophecies came true: Sir Marcus Beresford was born on July 16 the following year; Nicola’s husband, Sir Tristram Beresford, died unexpectedly eight years later; she married again, but because of her young husband’s misconduct had to obtain a separation; her son Marcus married Catherine Power, the niece of Lord Tyron, the only daughter of his younger brother James (you can read about them in my The Stag and The Dragon blog posts). Lady Nicola thought she escaped the last prophecy about the year of her death, but alas, her birth record was wrong. When she invited her friends to celebrate her 48th birthday, it came out that this was actually her 47th! She died the same night, on 23rd February 1713, her 47th birthday, shortly after the birth of her daughter Dorothea (1712), future Lady Desart.

Hope you have a fun and eerie Halloween.

PS Here are three links for you to explore: Teagan Riordain Geneviene new book Atonement In Bloom. This is not a hair-raising paranormal suspense thriller, but rather a relaxing and charming sort of magic that makes you think of packing and moving to the town of Atonement for good.

Exquisite poetry blog Poet Rummager by amazingly talented Rose Perez who shares her fiercely intelligent, dark, bittersweet and heart piercing poetry.

If you are looking for pure horror, visit FlyTrapMan blog 🙂

 Happy haunting!

213 comments

  1. An ever so spooky story indeed! You sure know how to tell a good yarn! It would be great to be your shadow for the day; my photography would be immensely enhanced by observing your magic.

  2. Even the trees and ivy have a Gothic appeal. One day I shall have to visit. Dark thoughts and even darker creativity must own this remarkable place. Well done, super post.

      1. I would love to, Inese. Oh that Brexit doesn’t thwart my freedom of movement. My last visit to Ireland…some years back and despite the rain…was magical. I should add I attempted Irish citizenship a while back yet it seems my Irish connections go too far back!

  10. I think this post is eerie already. Seeing just that chair in that place is just enough for me to be scared 🙂 That is not only about any ghost but also bad people.

    Happy Halloween..

    1. Thank you! 🙂
      The chair was left by a workman who cut the dry branches off the fallen tree and stored them in the shed for the firewood. It is what I think. But it did look creepy, and I should have left the moment I felt uneasy 🙂 The area has an owner, but it is not clear what is his intentions regards the house which is apparently beyond repair.

    1. It is a very popular story, you can find it all over the internet. Some facts in the original story are not correct, and I corrected them to the best of my knowledge. Marcus, the son of Nicola, started the dynasty of the Lords Waterford currently residing in Curraghmore.

  12. Wonderful post today. Loved your ghostly warning. It’s sad when places like this fall into ruin. This lovely place had a tannery attached to it? It must have smelled horrible.

    1. Thank you for your comment! This place was built close to the cotton factory that employed 2000 people in the 19th century. It was quite clean, otherwise the Lords Waterford would object as they live less than a mile away. The Tannery was opened in the 1935 in the same premises. I will write about the cotton mill some day as I have many photographs of the derelict site. Not going inside anymore after all those storms. It is getting dangerous.
      Yes, it was a powerful ghost. For a second I thought it was going to kill me. The tannery owners knew I was there and my body would be found before the dark, but no one would ever now it was the ghost’s deed 🙂

        1. Thank you! That other ruin is terrifying 🙂 I have been inside, it is so scary there, but nothing bad happened to me :). I will put up the post this winter and find a good picture of the old factory which was a state of art construction in its day,

  13. You are far braver than I. I walked through a cemetery once on Christmas Eve. I was a little on the tipsy side when I entered, but I was sober when I got out the other side! Great post, thank you

    1. Thank you for your comment. Anything happened in that cemetery?
      The ghosts are not strangers to me, but it was the first one of this kind.

      1. I’ve never heard of anything happening and the night I walked through, I was so scared I just kept my head down and ran as fast as I could. I never knew how dark a cemetery was at night!

    1. Thank you Cindy! 🙂 These ghost had been scaring me before, but no one dared to physically assault me. The story is absolutely true. I think the problem with me is that I am always hanging around the places other people stay away from 🙂

  15. Inese, I was so captivated by the photos and narrative that I forgot all about the email from WordPress letting me know you had linked to me. Thank you — I’m honored.
    Thanks for linking to your “Drifting” post. I missed that one, and I had never heard of that.
    You really captured my imagination. I agree that it’s still a beautiful place. My mental “What if?” game started as soon as I saw the first photo! Have a beautiful weekend. Huge hugs.

  18. It’s as if the windows in the middle section of your photographs are begging to have a ghost looking out of them. Great photo’s and story, Inese ~ George

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