A search was then made for wires or strings, but nothing of the sort could be found.  The bedclothes were put back and the light extinguished.  For ten minutes silence reigned, only to be broken by more rapping which was followed by shouts from Randall.  He was told to hold on to the clothes, which were sliding off again.  But this was of little use, for he was heard to cry, “I’m going, I’m going, I’m gone,” and when a light was struck he was seen to slide from the bed and all the bedclothes with him.  Randall, who, with Sinnott, had shown considerable strength of mind by staying in the house under such trying circumstances, had evidently had enough of ghostly hauntings, for as he lay on the floor, trembling in every limb and bathed in perspiration, he exclaimed:  “Oh, isn’t this dreadful?  I can’t stand it; I can’t stay here any longer.”  He was eventually persuaded to get back to bed.  Later on more rapping occurred in a different part of the room, but it soon stopped, and the rest of the night passed away in peace.

Randall and Sinnott went to their homes the next day, and Mr. Murphy spent from eleven till long past midnight in their vacated room, but heard and saw nothing unusual.  He states in conclusion that “Randall could not reach that part of the floor from which the rapping came on any occasion without attracting my attention and that of my comrade.”

The next case related by Professor Barrett occurred in County Fermanagh, at a spot eleven miles from Enniskillen and about two miles from the hamlet of Derrygonelly, where there dwelt a farmer and his family of four girls and a boy, of whom the eldest was a girl of about twenty years of age named Maggie.  His cottage consisted of three rooms, the kitchen, or dwelling-room, being in the centre, with a room on each side used as bedrooms.  In one of these two rooms Maggie slept with her sisters, and it was here that the disturbances occurred, generally after they had all gone to bed, when rappings and scratchings were heard which often lasted all night.  Rats were first blamed, but when things were moved by some unseen agent, and boots and candles thrown out of the house, it was seen that something more than the ordinary rat was at work.  The old farmer, who was a Methodist, sought advice from his class leader, and by his directions laid an open Bible on the bed in the haunted room, placing a big stone on the book.  But the stone was lifted off by an unseen hand, the Bible moved out of the room, and seventeen pages torn out of it.  They could not keep a lamp or candle in the house, so they went to their neighbours for help, and, to quote the old farmer’s words to Professor Barrett, “Jack Flanigan came and lent us a lamp, saying the devil himself would not steal it, as he had got the priest to sprinkle it with holy water.”  “But that,” the old man said, “did us no good either, for the next day it took away that lamp also.”