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Londonderry to Derry, York Street to Cork Street etc

I'm asking this because my parents are African and moved to Ireland 20 something years ago, I'm now 13 and have been raised in kildare all 13 years, we recently moved to the UK its annoying because when people ask where are you from and I say Ireland they say oh where your parents from and I say Africa and they're like oh so you're African it confuses me. Also somehow I have more of an American accent than Irish according to my peers.

Sorry for the random post, but I've just had the genuinely most chilling experience of my life in my own front room.

So, my mum is over today from Liverpool for a few days to see the grandkids before Christmas. As has become tradition when she comes over, we (the wife and I) put on the fire and watch a horror movie with her.

Today, I decided to put on Fréwaka given that she quite enjoyed the last Irish horror I put on for her (Oddity).

Anyway, we're 80% of the way through the film, all seemingly entranced by the film, when a certain nightmarish scene occurs involving one of the characters seeing someone at the bottom of the stairs. A silent anguished cry emanating from him.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, my mum is screaming in abject terror. Not like a short shriek, but a ten seconds long wail of fear...the type you have in your worst nightmares.

I was so entranced by the movie and what I was looking at on screen that I was frozen in shock and for a few seconds had no idea what was happening. I thought it was coming from the film at first, then I realised it was my mum and I stood up to go to her. My mouth was stuck gaping open. I literally couldn't close it. My mum turned to me still screaming, a deep fear in her eyes.

My wife turned the film off and turned the light on and I grabbed my mum and she suddenly snapped out of it.

I initially thought that the scene in the film had triggered some deep trauma in her, but it turns out she'd fallen asleep and half woke to see a face on the screen and, utterly confused, she thought she was back home in her room and some man had broken in.

She recovered pretty much immediately and was apologising within seconds but both mine and my wife's hearts have been pumping like crazy.

😂😰😭

Honest to fucking god.

I'm still getting goosebumps.

She's gone to bed but I'm half expecting to be woken in the night either by her screaming or by my own screaming as I relive this nightmare.

What perfect fucking timing for that scene in the film though.

Jesus Christ!

The world foods aisle in Morrisons in York now has an Irish section. Pity it’s the ‘wrong’ type of Taytos though.

From the Irish Tesco app this morning

Just set up there and like a drill seargent type making them do military style chants. In a language indknt know. Sound like Spartans

Anyone the foggiest?

I'm trying not to think of him in a drawer somewhere.

Do we think this might be what's wrong with them? Can't be healthy.