BY BRENDA BARRY
When, one summer, Ma, Da, little brother and I were on
holiday in my grandparents’ house, I saw a ghost.
I didn’t know at the time that I was looking at a ghost. I was
about four years old and terrified of the dark. My grandparents’
house was a Victorian redbrick on the South Circular Road in
Dublin. My impression of Victorian houses is that they were
always dark. And it was a...
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