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One of the dark entities on the emerald island, there is the Death Coach who comes to collect the souls of the dead. Pulled by headless horses, the Cóiste Bodhar stops at nothing before its mission is complete, and misfortune happens upon those getting in its way.
One of the dark entities on the emerald island, there is the Death Coach who comes to collect the souls of the dead. Pulled by headless horses, the Cóiste Bodhar stops at nothing before its mission is complete, and misfortune happens upon those getting in its way.
In the shadowed countryside of Ireland, where mist curls over forgotten graveyards and moonlight glints off winding roads, few legends stir the heart with more dread than that of the Death Coach. The story is today well known in British and American culture as well, but perhaps the strongest cultural impact is in Ireland.
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Known in Irish as the Cóiste Bodhar, meaning the Deaf or Silent Coach, this phantom carriage is said to thunder through the night as a harbinger of death. Its approach is never random. Those who hear its wheels or the cry of its ghostly horses know that a soul is about to be taken from the mortal world.
The belief is that once the coach has come to the land of the living it cannot return empty. Once death has come to collect there is nothing on earth you can do to prevent it.
The Death Coach is said to be pulled by headless horses, sometimes four or six of them. Their hooves pounding like drums of doom upon the earth, and driven by a headless coachman cloaked in tattered black. The coach itself gleams darkly, an ornate relic of another age, its lanterns flickering with a cold, unnatural light. At the back, there is often a coffin, ready for its next victim.
The headless horseman that drives the coach is known as the Dullahan. The Dullahan is also known in Irish as Gan Ceann, meaning without head and it is usually seen either driving the coach or riding alongside on a black stallion.
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Often, it can be heard long before it is seen, the night wind carrying the sound of galloping hooves, creaking wheels, and the crack of a whip that belongs to no living man. Sometimes it is said that the coach is summoned by the wailing of the Irish banshee, another harbinger of death.
Those unfortunate enough to glimpse it claim that the coach is shrouded in a swirling mist and moves as though floating above the ground. The Banshee, also known as Bean Sidhe in Irish sometimes accompanies the death coach flying alongside wailing and screeching out a warning to certain families that one of their members is about to die.
According to the old stories, when the Death Coach arrives, nothing can stop it and it is a certain harbinger of death. Windows burst open, doors swing wide, and even locked gates offer no barrier as it comes to collect its chosen soul.
Some tales tell of families hearing the dreadful noise outside their homes just before a loved one falls gravely ill or dies unexpectedly. In others, travelers crossing remote country roads are driven nearly mad by the sound of its pursuit, only to learn later that someone close to them has perished. It is not a thing to confront, for those who try are said to be struck blind or left cursed. It is also said that those who have opened the door to the Cóiste Bodhar, has had a basin of blood thrown in their faces.
One popular folklore story in Ireland of the coach-a-bower dates back to 1806. As a sick man lay on his bed dying his children sent for the doctor and sat on the outside steps waiting for his arrival. After a while, they heard the distant noise of a coach with its rumbling wheels getting closer and closer when suddenly a large dark coach entered the courtyard. The two older children, both young men, walked down the steps to greet the doctor but to their surprise, the coach didn’t stop. It continued down an avenue, passed between a fence and hedges towards a closed gate.
The two young men ran to the gate but were surprised to find it locked and that the coach had vanished without a trace. Not realising what had just happened they woke the lodge-keeper to check the whereabouts of the gate keys only to find them tucked safely under the lodge-keepers pillow. A short time after the mysterious disappearance the doctor arrived at the house, unfortunately, it was too late and the sick man passed away a few hours later.
A well known tale about the Death Coach was collected by Thomas Johnson Westropp in A Folklore Survey of County Clare from 1910.
On December 11, 1876, a servant of the MacNamara family of Ennistymon House in County Clare was out for a late-night walk when he heard the rumbling of wheels. Upon contemplating what kind of vehicle would be out at this hour, he realised it was the Cóiste Bodhar.
The servant hurriedly opened the three gates to Ennistymon House without thinking, threw himself face down on the ground, and the death coach sped by. Instead of stopping at Ennistymon House, it continued driving until it was no longer audible or visible. In London, Sir Burton MacNamara passed away a day later.
One summer afternoon, Michael Noonan was walking toward Ballyduff to collect his repaired shoes when strange and frightening sounds filled the air. Near the abandoned Hanlon’s Mill, he heard the cries of hounds and huntsmen, even though no hunt was nearby, followed by the eerie clatter of the long-silent mill. Terrified, he fled to the village, where he met his friend Darby Haynes, who asked him to drive his horse and cart home. Relieved to avoid walking past the haunted mill after dark, Michael set off slowly under a bright moon. As he watched the moon’s reflection shimmer on the River Awbeg, it suddenly vanished, and a chill crept over him. Out of nowhere, a large black coach drawn by six headless horses and driven by a headless coachman appeared beside him, moving silently before vanishing into the night.
Shaken but alive, Michael made it home and spent a sleepless night pondering what he had seen. The next morning, he was approached by Daniel Madden, a huntsman riding in a panic, who told him that his master, Mr. Wrixton of Ballygibben, had fallen gravely ill. Michael ran to fetch the midwife as requested, but deep down, he knew it was too late.
The Death Coach, the Cóiste Bodhar of Irish legend, had made its dreadful journey the night before, claiming yet another soul as it thundered through the countryside unseen by most, but heard by those who knew its sound meant death was near.
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