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But unlike those other cultures, the 0:01:16.360 --> 0:01:20.559 Celts drew their markers not from movements in the celestial plane, 0:01:21.200 --> 0:01:24.720 but rather from a more earth bound and elemental understanding 0:01:25.040 --> 0:01:31.200 of seasonal change. Labieltony, most commonly held on May the first, 0:01:32.160 --> 0:01:36.039 marks the arrival of summer and its nourishing warmth, the 0:01:36.120 --> 0:01:39.600 livestock driven out to feast on the rich green pastures, 0:01:40.400 --> 0:01:45.840 and the countryside resplendent in bloom. Six months later, it 0:01:46.000 --> 0:01:48.880 is the turn of Sourn to usher in an altogether 0:01:48.960 --> 0:01:53.520 different part of the year, the season of winter and death, 0:01:54.240 --> 0:01:58.960 where green becomes brown and spindley trees stands skeletal and bare, 0:01:59.640 --> 0:02:07.360 the fields long since harvested, turned barren and dark. Traditionally 0:02:07.400 --> 0:02:13.399 held on November first, Like Labieltine, Souren is a fire festival, 0:02:14.080 --> 0:02:17.040 and one that is thought also to mark the beginning 0:02:17.080 --> 0:02:20.160 of the Celtic year. And so it is that on 0:02:20.240 --> 0:02:24.560 every October thirty first, on Sourn Eve, a great fire 0:02:24.680 --> 0:02:29.320 is kindled to celebrate the final cycle of life before rebirth, 0:02:30.639 --> 0:02:34.239 and from this sacred flame all fires will be relt 0:02:34.840 --> 0:02:39.720 to burn anew in the hearth of every home. Today, 0:02:40.080 --> 0:02:43.560 this ancient new Year's Eve, through the mangle of cultural 0:02:43.600 --> 0:02:49.280 appropriation and linguistical nuance, is perhaps better known as Halloween, 0:02:50.800 --> 0:02:53.480 and although its meaning may have changed over the years, 0:02:54.360 --> 0:02:58.160 it has always remained a boundary of sorts, be that 0:02:58.240 --> 0:03:00.920 as a point of transition from one season to another, 0:03:01.720 --> 0:03:05.040 or else in other ways, perhaps a little less tangible, 0:03:06.120 --> 0:03:09.160 For there are some who believe Halloween to also mark 0:03:09.200 --> 0:03:12.680 the time of year when other worlds draw nearest to ours, 0:03:13.600 --> 0:03:17.840 where fairies and hobgoblins mingle with the witches, and the 0:03:17.880 --> 0:03:22.840 spirits of the dead wandered the land. It is thought 0:03:22.840 --> 0:03:26.560 to be an ideal time for divination, too, a window 0:03:26.560 --> 0:03:29.600 of access to the powers of the spirit world, to 0:03:29.600 --> 0:03:34.320 aid spells and the telling of fortunes. If on Halloween 0:03:34.680 --> 0:03:38.120 you come across a looped branch of briarthorne sticking up 0:03:38.160 --> 0:03:41.080 from the ground, you might decide to creep through it 0:03:41.360 --> 0:03:45.520 three times in the devil's name, then afterwards cut a 0:03:45.520 --> 0:03:47.840 piece of it so that you might take it home 0:03:47.920 --> 0:03:51.600 and place it under your pillow. In so doing, it 0:03:51.760 --> 0:03:53.920 is said that you will dream of the one you 0:03:53.960 --> 0:03:58.520 will marry. Perhaps it was just such a game that 0:03:58.640 --> 0:04:01.640 a young girl by the name of Bridget Boland played 0:04:01.680 --> 0:04:07.240 on Halloween afternoon in Ireland's County Tipperary, And perhaps that night, 0:04:07.920 --> 0:04:10.720 as she lay her head to rest, a man did 0:04:10.760 --> 0:04:14.800 come to her in a dream, his handsome face, his 0:04:14.960 --> 0:04:18.520 dark hair, and his striking blue eyes appearing to her 0:04:18.680 --> 0:04:21.400 from out of the flames of a fire, and a 0:04:21.520 --> 0:04:26.000 name whispered like a warning, but long forgotten by the 0:04:26.080 --> 0:04:32.240 first light of day. You're listening to unexplained, and I'm 0:04:32.360 --> 0:04:47.200 Richard McClean. Smith. Bridget had always been different, brighter than most, 0:04:47.760 --> 0:04:50.920 with little concern for how young women were supposed to behave. 0:04:51.480 --> 0:04:54.200 She would often be seen walking the country roads without 0:04:54.240 --> 0:04:57.880 a scarf or a shawl to cover her head, choosing 0:04:57.920 --> 0:05:01.520 sometimes instead to wear a black straw hat trimmed with 0:05:01.560 --> 0:05:06.440 a navy ribbon and a large brown feather. Many in 0:05:06.480 --> 0:05:10.119 the local rural community talked about her behind her back. 0:05:11.279 --> 0:05:14.840 They thought her queer, and say that she considered herself 0:05:15.120 --> 0:05:19.719 a little more special than others. Certainly, it was true 0:05:19.800 --> 0:05:23.600 that she had the disconcerting habit of looking men directly 0:05:23.600 --> 0:05:26.800 in the eye, a pagan trait, if ever there was one. 0:05:27.760 --> 0:05:31.039 But worst of all, she and Michael had been married 0:05:31.080 --> 0:05:34.520 almost eight years, and yet there was no child to 0:05:34.600 --> 0:05:38.600 show for it. It isn't known who it was who 0:05:38.680 --> 0:05:41.920 saw her, or how indeed word got back to Michael, 0:05:42.400 --> 0:05:45.360 but there was little doubting the description of the woman 0:05:45.400 --> 0:05:50.080 from balivad Lee. That afternoon, as the snow covered hills 0:05:50.440 --> 0:05:54.280 glistened under a cold March sun, she had apparently been 0:05:54.320 --> 0:05:57.880 seen disappearing into the trees at the back of Scanlon's 0:05:57.920 --> 0:06:02.480 Field on the bank of Kilna Grannar Hill. The site 0:06:02.720 --> 0:06:06.480 overlooked by the mystical Sleeve Namon Mountain was well known 0:06:06.600 --> 0:06:09.960 to be the location of a fairy fort, a portal 0:06:10.120 --> 0:06:12.960 to the other world, and home to the gentle people, 0:06:14.040 --> 0:06:18.200 though to many they were anything but. It is said 0:06:18.360 --> 0:06:21.840 that they first arrived on flying ships surrounded by dark 0:06:21.839 --> 0:06:26.400 clouds that blotted out the sun for three days. Named 0:06:26.440 --> 0:06:29.720 the tour d Danon, they were torn with red blonde 0:06:29.720 --> 0:06:35.480 hair and pale skin, and blessed with eternal youth. For years, 0:06:35.520 --> 0:06:39.359 they reigned across ancient Ireland before suffering defeat at the 0:06:39.360 --> 0:06:45.080 hands of the Milesians and altogether more earthly people. As punishment, 0:06:45.440 --> 0:06:47.839 they were sent through the many gates and portals that 0:06:47.960 --> 0:06:51.960 littered the landscape into the other world, a place below 0:06:52.200 --> 0:06:56.719 and beyond our own plane of existence. Over time, the 0:06:56.760 --> 0:07:00.520 tour d Danon became known as the AI's She, the 0:07:00.600 --> 0:07:05.120 people of the Mounds, or the She for short. The 0:07:05.240 --> 0:07:09.440 fairy folk. To some, their realm is a place of 0:07:09.440 --> 0:07:15.280 transcendent beauty, their powers and customs to be celebrated. For others, 0:07:15.720 --> 0:07:19.200 they were nothing but danger, their thoughts to be avoided 0:07:19.280 --> 0:07:23.680 at all cost. The slightest act of disrespect might result 0:07:23.720 --> 0:07:26.760 in the theft of a human child, the body taken 0:07:26.800 --> 0:07:31.280 away and the spirit removed, replaced by that of a fairies. 0:07:32.560 --> 0:07:35.040 It is said that when a fairy takes the soul, 0:07:35.640 --> 0:07:38.040 it is only a matter of time before the body 0:07:38.400 --> 0:07:43.600 withers away and die. When Michael was a child, his 0:07:43.760 --> 0:07:47.160 mother had herself been stolen away by the fairy folk. 0:07:48.280 --> 0:07:51.880 It had occurred one afternoon, after which Michael had sat 0:07:51.920 --> 0:07:56.120 at home alone, waiting for days on end, until eventually 0:07:56.280 --> 0:07:59.680 she was returned, with no recollection of where she had been. 0:08:07.320 --> 0:08:10.679 Michael was waiting just so for Bridget. When she returned 0:08:10.760 --> 0:08:16.040 that bitterly cold Monday afternoon, he noticed with some alarm 0:08:16.160 --> 0:08:20.600 the appearance of an uncharacteristic, irritable manner and an unwillingness 0:08:20.760 --> 0:08:24.360 to meet his eyes, how she sat by the hearth 0:08:24.720 --> 0:08:30.239 but seemed incapable of getting warm. The following morning, Bridget 0:08:30.280 --> 0:08:33.760 awoke in the grip of a strange fever, a combination 0:08:33.840 --> 0:08:37.680 of headaches and congestion and the incessant feeling of cold. 0:08:39.280 --> 0:08:41.520 Bridget remained in bed for the rest of the week, 0:08:42.000 --> 0:08:47.800 and by Saturday afternoon her condition had deteriorated further. She 0:08:47.880 --> 0:08:51.960 speaks of not feeling herself, says Michael to Patrick, Bridget's father, 0:08:52.440 --> 0:08:56.120 who also lived in the small laborer's cottage they called home. 0:08:57.040 --> 0:09:01.240 As storm clouds begin to gather outside, Trick, whose wife 0:09:01.240 --> 0:09:04.760 had passed away only the year before, determined that Bridgie 0:09:04.800 --> 0:09:08.120 would not suffer the same fate. He pulled on his 0:09:08.200 --> 0:09:11.520 jacket and walked four miles in the pouring rain to 0:09:11.600 --> 0:09:16.840 alert the nearest doctor. Two days later, with the doctor 0:09:17.040 --> 0:09:22.440 still having failed to appear, Bridget's condition worsened. On the 0:09:22.480 --> 0:09:26.520 Monday morning, Michael too makes the four mile trek to Fetart, 0:09:26.840 --> 0:09:29.720 demanding again that a doctor be sent to attend to 0:09:29.800 --> 0:09:33.960 his wife. That evening, Michael waits in vain for a 0:09:34.040 --> 0:09:38.560 doctor that never comes up above the shadow of the 0:09:38.600 --> 0:09:42.240 earth creeps slowly across the surface of the moon, bathing 0:09:42.240 --> 0:09:45.240 it in a hazy blood red until it was extinguished 0:09:45.280 --> 0:09:51.400 completely in a full lunar eclipse. After yet another restless night, 0:09:51.640 --> 0:09:55.640 as Bridget veered between sleep and delirium, Michael has no 0:09:55.760 --> 0:10:00.720 choice but to make another arduous trip to Fetart. It 0:10:00.880 --> 0:10:04.400 is almost eleven hours later on Tuesday evening when Michael 0:10:04.480 --> 0:10:07.400 arrives back at the cottage, surprised to find Briget's cousin 0:10:07.480 --> 0:10:11.080 Joanna and his friend and neighbor Jack Donne waiting for 0:10:11.160 --> 0:10:13.800 him with a look of deep concern on their faces. 0:10:15.120 --> 0:10:18.640 Looking past them towards the bedroom, Michael can just make 0:10:18.679 --> 0:10:23.360 out Father Cornelius Ryan of near by Dragon Church as 0:10:23.360 --> 0:10:27.720 he administers the last writes to his wife. Father Ryan 0:10:27.920 --> 0:10:31.760 gives Michael his condonlences as he leaves, but John is 0:10:31.760 --> 0:10:36.000 surprised when shortly after Michael pulls him quickly to one side. 0:10:37.000 --> 0:10:42.040 That isn't Bridget, he says. Michael goes on to explain 0:10:42.520 --> 0:10:44.719 how only a few days ago he had watched as 0:10:44.720 --> 0:10:48.160 Bridget stood from her bed, appearing a good two inches 0:10:48.160 --> 0:10:54.120 taller than normal. Moments later, John took a thread and 0:10:54.280 --> 0:10:58.480 limped over to Bridget. John knew all too well about 0:10:58.480 --> 0:11:01.840 the wrath of the she For years, they had plagued 0:11:01.840 --> 0:11:05.559 his house night and day, at one point even taking 0:11:05.640 --> 0:11:09.520 him from his home and injuring his back. After dropping 0:11:09.600 --> 0:11:14.920 him in the yard. Taking the thread, he measured Bridget's legs. 0:11:15.760 --> 0:11:20.400 Sure enough, Michael was right. One of the legs appeared 0:11:20.440 --> 0:11:24.560 to have grown longer than the other. That night, as 0:11:24.559 --> 0:11:28.560 the fire crackled, Done gathered the family together and informed 0:11:28.559 --> 0:11:32.160 them in no uncertain terms that it was not Bridgete 0:11:32.440 --> 0:11:38.120 lying in her bed, but a monstrous changeling. At first 0:11:38.200 --> 0:11:41.280 light the next morning, Michael made his way to the 0:11:41.320 --> 0:11:44.640 nearby village of Quiet Lee and to the local herb doctor, 0:11:44.920 --> 0:11:49.720 Dennis Gainey. He returned a short time later to find Patrick, 0:11:49.960 --> 0:11:54.080 John and Joanna waiting for him, as well as Mary Kennedy, 0:11:54.400 --> 0:11:58.640 Bridget's aunt from across the way. Mary had some bad news. 0:12:00.040 --> 0:12:03.199 Michael's father had taken ill the previous evening but had 0:12:03.240 --> 0:12:06.520 not made it through the night. There would be awake 0:12:06.600 --> 0:12:09.640 that night and kill an all a good ten mile 0:12:09.760 --> 0:12:14.880 journey away. Michael's face was haggard and drawn. He hadn't 0:12:14.920 --> 0:12:18.840 slept in days. He sat by the fire and placed 0:12:18.880 --> 0:12:21.240 the bag of herbs that he had collected from Dennis 0:12:21.240 --> 0:12:25.600 Gainey on the table as Bridget stirred in the bedroom. 0:12:26.280 --> 0:12:37.040 Nobody leaves until this is done, he said. It was 0:12:37.080 --> 0:12:40.440 just before ten o'clock when William and Minnie Simpson, who 0:12:40.520 --> 0:12:43.640 had been alerted by the rumors of Bridget's condition, arrived 0:12:43.640 --> 0:12:47.480 at the Cleary cottage. On their way they were met 0:12:47.480 --> 0:12:50.680 by Joanna and her daughter Katie, who had been sent 0:12:50.800 --> 0:12:55.120 to fetch a fresh pail of milk. Joanna explained it 0:12:55.160 --> 0:12:58.520 was vital that they used beastling's milk, the first milk 0:12:58.559 --> 0:13:01.560 of a cow who had just given birth. It was 0:13:01.600 --> 0:13:05.199 the richest and most flavorsome milk, she said, and it 0:13:05.240 --> 0:13:11.400 was irresistible to the shea all about. The shutters were 0:13:11.440 --> 0:13:15.079 drawn and the front door was locked, but William could 0:13:15.120 --> 0:13:17.800 just about make out the sound of scuffling coming from 0:13:17.800 --> 0:13:21.600 the inside, but when he banged on the door, there 0:13:21.640 --> 0:13:25.880 was no response. Finally, at the sound of a voice 0:13:25.920 --> 0:13:32.000 crying away she goes, the door was flung open. William 0:13:32.080 --> 0:13:35.480 rushed inside to find a stunned Patrick sitting in silence, 0:13:35.840 --> 0:13:38.600 illuminated only by the flickering light of an oil lamp. 0:13:40.040 --> 0:13:43.480 He nodded towards Bridget's room. Just as a terrible scream 0:13:43.720 --> 0:13:47.679 rang out from behind the closed door, William pushed it 0:13:47.720 --> 0:13:53.080 open and gasped. Bridget, dressed in her striped flannel night 0:13:53.160 --> 0:13:57.200 dress and calico chemise, lay on the bed, struggling under 0:13:57.200 --> 0:13:59.439 the weight of four men as they tried to stop 0:13:59.440 --> 0:14:03.640 her from moving. Jack Dunn had her head in his hands, 0:14:04.240 --> 0:14:07.560 gripping her by the ears to keep her still. Pat 0:14:07.640 --> 0:14:11.040 Kennedy was sitting on her right arm, while James did 0:14:11.080 --> 0:14:15.080 the same with her left. William lay across her legs 0:14:15.160 --> 0:14:18.520 with all his weight as Bridget kicked and writhed underneath. 0:14:20.000 --> 0:14:23.320 Just inside the door was Mary and sixteen year old 0:14:23.360 --> 0:14:27.560 William Ahearne, another neighbor, who stood shivering as he held 0:14:27.600 --> 0:14:31.680 a solitary candle in the dark. And at the head 0:14:31.680 --> 0:14:34.880 of the bed stood Michael, holding a saucepan of a 0:14:34.920 --> 0:14:38.400 green milky substance in one hand and a large spoon 0:14:38.560 --> 0:14:42.720 in the other. Bridget screamed again as Michael tried once 0:14:42.760 --> 0:14:46.320 more to pour the potion down her throat. Finally, he 0:14:46.440 --> 0:14:49.240 was able to prise it open, pouring the hot liquid 0:14:49.280 --> 0:14:52.680 down before clamping his hand over her mouth, forcing her 0:14:52.720 --> 0:14:57.720 to swallow it. Are you Bridget Cleary? Screamed, Michael, wife 0:14:57.720 --> 0:15:01.840 of Michael Cleary, in the name of God. William Simpson 0:15:01.880 --> 0:15:04.720 stared on aghast as Bridget moved her head in agreement. 0:15:05.720 --> 0:15:08.400 He also noticed what appeared to be a fresh burnmark 0:15:08.520 --> 0:15:11.960 across Bridget's forehead. While on the floor below the bed 0:15:12.520 --> 0:15:17.960 lay a still smoldering iron fire poker. Michael yelled for 0:15:18.040 --> 0:15:20.600 Mary to pass him the old black saucepan that was 0:15:20.640 --> 0:15:24.200 down by the side of the bed. William drew back 0:15:24.200 --> 0:15:27.520 at the smell of it, sickly sweet and dark yellow 0:15:27.520 --> 0:15:31.680 in color. Michael snatched it from Mary and poured the 0:15:31.720 --> 0:15:37.440 whole thing over his wife. Next, the men lifted her up, and, 0:15:37.520 --> 0:15:39.960 keeping her legs on the bed, held her head and 0:15:40.040 --> 0:15:45.280 body before shaking her violently back and forwards. Away with you, 0:15:45.360 --> 0:15:48.920 they shouted, Come home, Bridget, Boland, in the name of God. 0:15:49.960 --> 0:15:52.680 Bridget screamed again as they flung her back and forth, 0:15:53.160 --> 0:15:57.000 slapping her hands together at the same time. Are you 0:15:57.080 --> 0:16:01.280 Bridget Boland, they asked again, wife of Michael Cleary, in 0:16:01.320 --> 0:16:05.480 the name of God, but Bridget seemed unable to reply. 0:16:07.160 --> 0:16:13.720 John Dunne grew tense. The spell wasn't working. Make down 0:16:13.760 --> 0:16:16.640 a good fire, he said, and we will make her answer. 0:16:18.520 --> 0:16:21.400 The men grabbed her from the bed with done, taking 0:16:21.400 --> 0:16:24.120 her by the head and James by the feet, and 0:16:24.280 --> 0:16:27.760 carried her through to the main room. A low fire 0:16:27.840 --> 0:16:30.640 burned on the hearth as they placed her down gently 0:16:30.720 --> 0:16:34.920 on to the grate. Patrick Boland helped moved her body 0:16:34.960 --> 0:16:38.160 clear of the bars as an exhausted Bridget pleaded to 0:16:38.200 --> 0:16:41.840 be given another chance to state her case. If she 0:16:41.920 --> 0:16:45.200 doesn't answer by midnight, said John, looking at the clock 0:16:45.360 --> 0:16:49.120 showing thirty minutes past eleven, she will be lost forever. 0:16:50.760 --> 0:16:54.920 Are you Bridget Cleary, shouted a desperate Patrick. Answer in 0:16:54.960 --> 0:16:58.760 the name of God, Yes, dadda, I am the daughter 0:16:58.800 --> 0:17:05.080 of Patrick Boland, came the weary reply. Finally satisfied, the 0:17:05.200 --> 0:17:08.360 Kennedy brothers picked their cousin from the great and returned 0:17:08.359 --> 0:17:14.679 her to the bed. Are you always taking care of 0:17:14.680 --> 0:17:17.159 your family? Do you often take care of others and 0:17:17.280 --> 0:17:20.440 not yourself? Now it's time to take care of yourself, 0:17:20.840 --> 0:17:24.600 To make time for you you deserve it. 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Download the app or 0:18:06.640 --> 0:18:11.000 visit teledoc dot com Forward slash Unexplained podcast Today to 0:18:11.040 --> 0:18:17.280 get started. That's t e ladoc dot com slash Unexplained Podcast. 0:18:24.320 --> 0:18:27.800 The following morning of Friday, the fifteenth of March, father 0:18:27.920 --> 0:18:31.639 Ryan arrived surprised to find Bridget in seemingly better health 0:18:31.640 --> 0:18:35.439 than before a sense of relief was cleared throughout the 0:18:35.480 --> 0:18:39.879 family that Bridget had been returned to them, But as 0:18:39.960 --> 0:18:44.160 Ryan proceeds to say mass, Joanna notices a strange look 0:18:44.280 --> 0:18:49.960 on Bridget's face. As Ryan administers the Holy Communion. As 0:18:49.960 --> 0:18:55.400 soon as Ryan has left, Bridget calls out to Joanna. Joanna, 0:18:55.520 --> 0:19:00.480 she says, staring oddly at her cousin father Ryan, gave 0:19:00.520 --> 0:19:04.639 me this to save me. She opened her mouth and 0:19:04.720 --> 0:19:08.320 pointed inside, then pulled out the remains of the blessed 0:19:08.359 --> 0:19:11.680 sacrament with her fingers and rubbed it into the blanket. 0:19:13.119 --> 0:19:16.199 When Joanna lays the news to Michael later that afternoon, 0:19:16.800 --> 0:19:20.600 it comes as little surprise. He had noticed it too, 0:19:21.359 --> 0:19:24.359 Not to mention the way that Bridget had kept asking 0:19:24.400 --> 0:19:29.119 for more milk, how desperate she seemed for it, Michael 0:19:29.200 --> 0:19:32.439 knew all too well that it wasn't uncommon either for 0:19:32.520 --> 0:19:37.520 witches to want the beastling milk too. Sensing her husband's 0:19:37.600 --> 0:19:42.160 dissatisfaction with the previous ritual, Bridget demands that their neighbors, 0:19:42.320 --> 0:19:45.600 Thomas Smith and David Hogan be brought to make a 0:19:45.680 --> 0:19:50.719 judgment in the hope of convincing Michael. Later that evening, 0:19:51.400 --> 0:19:55.040 Smith and Hogan take a seat by the fire, glancing 0:19:55.080 --> 0:19:58.239 nervously to each other. As Michael goes next door to 0:19:58.240 --> 0:20:04.080 collect Bridget. The men remained seated, watching in stunned silence. 0:20:04.200 --> 0:20:08.600 As a weak and exhausted Bridget shuffles into the room. 0:20:08.640 --> 0:20:11.239 She pulled up a bench for herself and sat by 0:20:11.240 --> 0:20:16.880 the fire. Smith asked how she was doing She said 0:20:16.880 --> 0:20:19.639 that Michael was making her out to be a fairy, 0:20:19.880 --> 0:20:24.520 that she was some kind of changeling. Tom nodded and 0:20:24.600 --> 0:20:29.720 looked to Michael. He could see it too, This wasn't Bridget. 0:20:31.520 --> 0:20:34.800 A moment later, Patrick, James, and William returned from the 0:20:34.840 --> 0:20:38.200 wake in somber spirits, but glad to see that Bridget 0:20:38.359 --> 0:20:42.320 was up and sitting by the fire. But Michael kept 0:20:42.320 --> 0:20:45.760 a quiet counsel, never taking his eyes from his wife, 0:20:46.600 --> 0:20:57.200 or whatever it was that claimed to be her. Later, 0:20:57.440 --> 0:21:00.679 Joanna was preparing tea with bread and jam as she 0:21:00.760 --> 0:21:04.240 watched Michael leads Smith and Hogan to the door before 0:21:04.280 --> 0:21:08.760 taking the key from his pocket and locking it behind them. 0:21:08.840 --> 0:21:11.760 James and William went to lie down on Patrick Boland's bed, 0:21:12.720 --> 0:21:15.680 and Mary, who had been taking care of Bridget all afternoon, 0:21:16.240 --> 0:21:19.240 retires to Bridget's bed to get some much needed rest. 0:21:21.240 --> 0:21:24.159 Joanna laid the food out on the table and the 0:21:24.200 --> 0:21:28.440 remaining guests gathered round to eat. Bridget pulled up her 0:21:28.440 --> 0:21:31.439 bench to sit with them, but refused to take the bread. 0:21:33.280 --> 0:21:36.840 You've taken me for your mother, Mick, She said, it 0:21:37.000 --> 0:21:40.760 is her who was taken, not me. The room was 0:21:40.840 --> 0:21:45.680 silent save for the crackling of the fire. Then slowly 0:21:45.680 --> 0:21:50.280 and purposefully, Michael cut out three pieces of bread, spread 0:21:50.320 --> 0:21:52.840 them with butter and jam, and laid them in front 0:21:52.880 --> 0:21:59.199 of Bridget. Eat he said. Bridget looked at her husband 0:21:59.240 --> 0:22:02.399 for a moment before finally picking up a piece and 0:22:02.480 --> 0:22:07.679 taking a bite. Are you Bridget Cleary, my wife, in 0:22:07.720 --> 0:22:12.639 the name of God, asked Michael. Bridget stared at her 0:22:12.680 --> 0:22:18.040 husband as the fire popped and crackled. Yes, she said 0:22:18.800 --> 0:22:24.200 through gritted teeth. Michael motioned again to the two remaining 0:22:24.200 --> 0:22:28.800 pieces of bread, the others watching in stony silence as 0:22:28.800 --> 0:22:31.400 the light of the oil lamp played about their faces. 0:22:32.960 --> 0:22:37.480 Bridget took a second piece and swallowed it down. Are 0:22:37.520 --> 0:22:40.160 you Bridget cleary, my wife, in the name of God, 0:22:40.440 --> 0:22:48.199 asked Michael Patrick tensed in his chair. Yes, said Bridget again. 0:22:50.320 --> 0:22:53.119 Michael looked down at the final piece and pushed it 0:22:53.160 --> 0:22:57.840 towards his wife. Are you Bridget Cleary, in the name 0:22:57.920 --> 0:23:05.080 of God, asked Michael. But Bridget said nothing. If you 0:23:05.119 --> 0:23:09.119 won't take it down, you will go. Then an awful 0:23:09.160 --> 0:23:12.720 scream as Michael leapt upon Bridget, sending her head cracking 0:23:12.760 --> 0:23:15.800 against the earth and floor. Jumping on to her chest. 0:23:16.160 --> 0:23:18.840 He ripped off her clothes, grabbed her by the throat, 0:23:19.119 --> 0:23:23.159 and stuffed the bread into her mouth. Swallow it, he yelled. 0:23:24.480 --> 0:23:28.720 Bridget fought desperately, but Michael held firm. Then with his 0:23:28.800 --> 0:23:31.359 free hand, he pulled a burning log from the fire 0:23:31.720 --> 0:23:36.120 and held it against her head. But Bridget's body had 0:23:36.119 --> 0:23:40.800 gone limp. I think she is dead, he said, turning 0:23:40.800 --> 0:23:47.160 to Joanna. She's burning, shouted William. The cry brought Mary 0:23:47.200 --> 0:23:49.760 stumbling into the room, just in time to see the 0:23:49.760 --> 0:23:54.000 first flames take hold. No one moved as Michael grabbed 0:23:54.040 --> 0:23:56.600 the oil lamp and tipped it out all over Bridget. 0:23:57.240 --> 0:24:01.480 Within seconds, the flames shot across her body. Mary rushed 0:24:01.480 --> 0:24:04.480 at Michael, but he shouldered her back, sending her crashing 0:24:04.520 --> 0:24:08.199 against the table. Don't you see, he said, She's not 0:24:08.400 --> 0:24:12.320 my wife. William made a run for the door, forgetting 0:24:12.320 --> 0:24:15.480 it was locked, but Clearly pushed him away and pulled 0:24:15.480 --> 0:24:19.080 a knife from his back pocket. Nobody leaves until my 0:24:19.119 --> 0:24:22.080 wife is returned. Would you rather have her with the 0:24:22.160 --> 0:24:26.959 fairies than with me? He cried. Patrick Boland stepped forward. 0:24:28.359 --> 0:24:31.000 If I can do anything to save my child, I will, 0:24:31.080 --> 0:24:36.359 he said. Michael explained his plan to Patrick that he 0:24:36.400 --> 0:24:39.200 would bury the body with her mother and then travel 0:24:39.280 --> 0:24:42.080 to the fairy fort at Kill na' granna to wait 0:24:42.119 --> 0:24:45.399 for Bridget's return. It is there that she will appear 0:24:45.560 --> 0:24:49.479 riding a white horse, at which point he will rush forward, 0:24:50.040 --> 0:24:52.960 cut her loose from the straps, and free her finally 0:24:53.160 --> 0:24:57.760 from the fairy's grip. The others retreated to Bridget's bedroom, 0:24:57.880 --> 0:25:01.520 where they remained huddled in terror as Bridget's body continued 0:25:01.560 --> 0:25:04.840 to burn, filling the house with black smoke and the 0:25:04.920 --> 0:25:10.880 stench of burning flesh. In the Mellie William had fainted 0:25:11.080 --> 0:25:14.960 and had to be dragged back by his brothers. Out 0:25:15.000 --> 0:25:18.280 in the main room, Michael stood in silence, watching his 0:25:18.359 --> 0:25:22.760 wife burn in the orange light of the flames. Twenty 0:25:22.760 --> 0:25:26.040 minutes later, they heard the front door slam, followed by 0:25:26.080 --> 0:25:35.600 the sound of locking. For the next hour, the family 0:25:35.640 --> 0:25:39.080 remained barricaded in the bedroom as Mary led them all 0:25:39.200 --> 0:25:43.000 in saying the rosary, only stopping when they heard footsteps 0:25:43.080 --> 0:25:49.240 approached the bedroom door. Paddy Kennedy came Michael's voice, Come 0:25:49.240 --> 0:25:54.160 out now, or I'll drive this knife through you. With 0:25:54.200 --> 0:25:57.399 a little choice. Patrick opened the door, trying his best 0:25:57.440 --> 0:26:01.760 not to gag on the smell. Michael motioned for Patrick 0:26:02.040 --> 0:26:05.840 to help him wrap Bridget in a sheet. Patrick wretched 0:26:05.880 --> 0:26:08.240 at the sight of the body, or what was left 0:26:08.280 --> 0:26:12.040 of it. The skin had burned off, leaving the bone 0:26:12.080 --> 0:26:15.920 sticking out at bizarre angles. A wet mess of intestines 0:26:15.960 --> 0:26:20.440 protruded from her stomach. Then Patrick gasped as Bridget's head 0:26:20.560 --> 0:26:24.320 rolled to the side, revealing a face virtually untouched by 0:26:24.320 --> 0:26:27.800 the flames, but contorted into the most hideous mask of 0:26:27.960 --> 0:26:33.359 terrible suffering. Michael grabbed up the corners and thrust a 0:26:33.359 --> 0:26:38.240 shovel into Patrick's hands. Moments later, they were stood in 0:26:38.280 --> 0:26:41.160 the pitch black of night, a quarter mile from the house. 0:26:42.240 --> 0:26:45.280 At their feet a marshy grave three foot in length 0:26:45.480 --> 0:26:48.560 and two in depth, carved roughly out of the earth. 0:26:50.160 --> 0:26:52.639 Michael slung the body inside, pressing it down with his 0:26:52.760 --> 0:26:57.600 foot before covering it up with branches and soil. Later, 0:26:57.920 --> 0:27:01.199 he scraped the grease of Bridget from his clothes, gathered 0:27:01.200 --> 0:27:04.280 the ash and other remains into a bucket, and dumped 0:27:04.280 --> 0:27:14.080 them onto a heap of manure behind the house. Later 0:27:14.119 --> 0:27:17.480 that morning, at the church in Drangon, Father Michael McGrath 0:27:17.800 --> 0:27:20.680 was preparing for Saint Patrick's day mass, when a red 0:27:20.720 --> 0:27:25.399 faced John Dunne barged into the church. Bridget was missing, 0:27:25.440 --> 0:27:28.720 he said, and her husband Michael, who was waiting with 0:27:28.760 --> 0:27:33.880 Michael Kennedy outside, was in great distress. Dunne asked Father 0:27:33.960 --> 0:27:39.080 McGrath to fetch Father Ryan. When the priests returned, they 0:27:39.080 --> 0:27:42.280 found Michael kneeling at the altar, tearing at his head 0:27:42.520 --> 0:27:47.840 and sobbing uncontrollably. Bridget was missing. He told them she 0:27:47.920 --> 0:27:51.359 had been taken prisoner by the fairy folk. He begged 0:27:51.400 --> 0:27:54.399 Father Ryan for his help, hoping that it might not 0:27:54.520 --> 0:27:59.480 be too late. A deeply disturbed Ryan consulted with Father 0:27:59.560 --> 0:28:02.879 mc grath before entering the police barracks opposite the church 0:28:03.400 --> 0:28:06.800 and returning with Constable Patrick Eden a short time later. 0:28:08.480 --> 0:28:11.560 Cleary went cold at the sight of the officer and 0:28:11.680 --> 0:28:14.639 refused to say any more other than that his wife 0:28:14.680 --> 0:28:20.000 was missing and that he needed help. Constable Eden, suspicious 0:28:20.000 --> 0:28:22.879 of their actions, would later intercept the men on their 0:28:22.920 --> 0:28:26.760 return home just outside the village, but they refused to 0:28:26.800 --> 0:28:31.240