The Joint Eater - Alp Luachra

we wander into one of Ireland’s strangest and most quietly horrifying pieces of folklore, a creature that does not rise dripping from the bog or stalk the hedgerows with glowing eyes or howl from the hills in the dead of night, but instead waits for the soft slackening of sleep, the moment when breath deepens and the mouth falls open, slipping inside with a patience older than the first cattle driven across the Connacht plains.