I have previously submitted other stories under the username of "Niall!" on this website until I forgot my password and made a new account so some of you may remember my other stories.
I live in a small seaside town called Ballycastle in Northern Ireland. We moved house from Belfast to here six years ago. The reason my mother decided to move to Ballycastle was because of its incredible history and striking, scenic views full of cliffs and waves which crack on the rocky shores and spray white mist for miles inland.
These typical reasons for moving to a seaside town are far more densely compacted with the paranormal than I would have believed. My mother recorded this story in her diary which she has kept since childhood which she has recorded every paranormal experience she has ever had since she could write within its pages. I believe it is accurate.
In September of 1989 my mother, father and two brothers who were young children journeyed for a casual holiday of three days to the town of Waterfoot in North Antrim.
They often made this journey and their regular custom was to take a day to spend in the nearby town of Ballycastle. It was a regular, enjoyable holiday with nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be happening until my mother decided to walk along the dunes of the beach along to the harbor on her own while my father entertained my brothers in the sea.
The harbor that existed then is not the same as the one which exists today so I do not know how to describe it to you.
It says in the diary she stood on the "outermost edge of the second pier". When she was standing on the pear she described seeing a man sitting on a "big drum with a big light on it which flashed every few seconds over the harbor". This man was holding a fishing rod and casting it over the edge with his back leaning on the back of the big light.
The only thing that made him appear in any way remarkable was the fact he was wearing very strange attire. She wrote he wore "A weird limp shirt with a dirty old jacket with ripped shorts and dirty goatee like beard".
While she was observing the peculiar figure the temperature dropped and she was aware of a sea mist which summoned itself out of nothing since it was a clear, unusually sunny and warm afternoon.
She casually approached the man; smiled and said hello. The man promptly turned his head to face her with what my mother described as "a funny expression" She wrote he had nice blue eyes but they were odd and they "would make you blink". My mother now knew he was a spirit and he slowly faded into nothing while the two of them stared eye to eye, not breaking contact until he had vanished; the mist and the chill rolling on with him.
After this experience my mother always returned to Ballycastle since she thought that the spirit looked "happy to be there when he was dead so I think we would be happy there when we are alive".
I do not know who this spirit could be since the pier is gone and now is open sea.