On the winding lanes near Ballylusk, Monaseed (Co. Wexford) stands the old graveyard known locally as Keating’s Kilbride. Its stones are weathered and nameless, its trees long feared – for tradition holds that anyone who dares cut them will suffer misfortune.

It is along these same roads that one of Ballylusk’s strangest stories is set. A man returning home from the public house was said to have heard the clatter of hooves and wheels behind him. Turning, he saw a horse and cart carrying a hearse, moving silently through the dark. The apparition passed him by and then vanished into the shadows, leaving no mark upon the road.

The tale has no fixed date, but the association between the graveyard and spectral vehicles lingers in local lore. Other accounts speak of curses on those who ploughed too close to the burial ground – their horses dying soon after. Together, these stories place Ballylusk firmly among Ireland’s haunted landscapes, where the boundary between the living and the dead is at its thinnest.