The Curragh Wrens

I was listening to the radio on my way back from college last night.  An advertisement for a play called the Curragh Wrens was played.  The advertisement went on to say that the Wrens were ladies of the night who lived on the Curragh.  This intrigued me as I had not heard of any such happenings and wondered if it was fictions.  All I had ever heard was the Curragh was formed during the ice age and St Bridge won it off an English Lord with the swing of her cloak for her convent,

I discovered it was not fiction.

Apparently the Curragh was in the late 19th Century one of the most notorious red light districts outside of Dublin.  Innocent girls would follow their first love to Newbridge where they were based in the barracks (where Bord na Mona now Stands OMG).  The soldiers would have nothing to with them.  The girls often had fallen pregnant due to the charms of the young solider would end up on the Curragh given birth. These girls set up camps under the bushes on the Curragh and survived by selling their only possession, their body on the outskirts of Newbridge town.  Many would have gone missing.

Could the spirit in my house be one of these poor girls.  Maybe dragged and murdered on to the Pontiffs land by a punter. Maybe the Pontiff or his family had gotten sick of girls taken a short cut over his land and murder someone.  Maybe the Pontiff as a religious man had taken matters of redemption into his own hands and decided to send to hell these sinning women.

I felt I was getting closer, that little clues where starting to appear

The OMG above at Bord na Mona is due to the fact that I have worked in Bord na Mona in Newbridge for the last three years in around the time I spoke to my family about my experiences in the house.  Is it a coincidence or is it the spirit leading me on a path to find the truth.

The sounds, smell and shadow continues.  Thank God nothing has gone missing in quite a while.