Banshees

 I've been following this site, The Irish Remembered.  One of today's posts asked viewers to tell what thoughts or memories come to mind about the Irish culture. 

  I recalled the tale my Irish grandmother told about her childhood in Ireland. She was a young girl walking home from school past a cemetery, one of those with a high iron-spiked fence, as I recall. One day she found herself lying on the ground on the other side of the fence, waking up from an unconscious state. She had been tossed over the fence by Banshees. Nanny and Helen believed this for the rest of their lives, I'm sure. 

Many of the responses to the post mentioned prayers, Irish songs, drinking, tea, and other rituals. I typed in "Believing in Banshees." 

Today I received a response;  "Mate, banshees are real." From a man in the United Kingdom.

Another response from a woman who said her da told her that a banshee combs your hair the night of your death, and that for years she couldn't sleep because she could feel her hair being combed.