My grandmother, who was from Derry, Ireland saw the banshee just prior to her sister, Josephine’s, death many years ago. My grandmother lived in Florida and Josephine was living in Canada. My grandmother said she first heard the banshee wailing loudly and mournfully outside her door. Then she saw the old woman in white in a horse-driven carriage going by her house. She noted the date and time and later found out that her sister had died around the same time. My grandmother was a MacDonagh.
No one else in our family has seen the banshee.

my grandparents lived in Croatia. They have been born in a little village by the name Seona.

It´s an unusually name for a croatic village.

I can remember that ma granny teach me then I was a child a lot of fairys.

She believed in them and the other older pupil in the village , too.

I have heard stories about fairies in this village.

My granny says they always lived there with the people helped them or punished them.

She tells me, if I don´t lost the faith in them, one day I would see the fairies, too.

In the wood of this village is a spring and there was an old man living. The people called him brother John.

He lives like an eremit allone and he was praying for the ill people. He was healing the humans.

My grandmother shaws me the place there the fairies were dancing in the ring.

She gives me so lot my granny and I beginn to understand now.

Three months ago I became the idea to search about the name Seona in Slavonia (Croatia).

This is a name from scotish gaellic and comes from the name Seonaid (God is great).

I´m sure that in Seona the celts build one of them first villages, then they come to Croatia.

All this I tell a Dr. of archeollogy in Zagreb and he writes me back, that he has found some celtic graves and this story from me can be a way to find something more about our history.

Today,if you ask me if I believe in fairiey, yes do.

Why?

So I am catholic, but my grandmother tells me that god is great, he lives everythere and I can talk with him also in the nature.

I grove up with the belive in god and the fairies.

I loved them and talked to them, too. I see them as my sisters in soul.

Sometimes I can here them singing in the wood or crying on places there bads thing happening.

They are real the fairies. My granny says if the humans lost the faith they can´T never see the fairies again.

One day I was so tired, I hear voices from the door like children laughing. I think my children are coming home with my husband, but it was a litle green ghost.

He was small ,like a child from 6 years.

I can´t see a face only circle on his head with symbols like celtic art. He talks somthing to me, but I don´t understand. It was a language warm and deep. The louds sounds like drrhh, krch, shhr, chaarhh,,, somthing like this.

On the top of the wall from my room something litle flyes. They looked like small white princes and they laughed all time. The voice of them sounds like children laughing.

I have open my ices and I was thinking I´m dreaming, but in the next second I feel how thr little green ghost take my plaid from the bed and takes it over me. I was falling in a deep sleep.

Then I awaked I have feel so good. I never sleeped better.

It was a good feeling. This I will never forgett.

Bye, from Germany, yours Mirela