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Belfast Bliss: The Ultimate Student Housing Handbook

Are you going to be moving to Belfast to pursue your higher education? If yes, then we are sure that you are aware of the options that are available for student housing in Belfast. To make this topic more clear for you, our team at Best Student Halls has put together a guide that you can refer to. We have a well-defined plan and all the information you will need to find the right student accommodation in Belfast.

Over the years there has been a considerable increase in the number of students visiting Belfast, and this has led to an increase in the number of student accommodations in Belfast too. The standards at these student accommodations in Belfast are great and you can surely find something that is reasonable.

There are majorly two types of student accommodations that you can choose from:

On-Campus Accommodation

This is an accommodation that is offered by the university itself. The prices for these accommodations are reasonable and fair. You will be located on campus and be around all the students at the university. However, you will not have a very independent and flexible time here. You will always be under the supervision of the university. also, bear in mind that the first right to refusal for on-campus accommodations is given to local students from the UK.

Off-Campus Accommodations

An off-campus accommodation is away from the university where students are on their own. You can expect more freedom and flexibility at an off-campus accommodation. There are two types of off-campus accommodations that you can choose from, private accommodation or a purpose-built student accommodation in Belfast.

Private Accommodation

A private accommodation is a unit that is put out on rent by a local or individual landlord. In this set up, you can expect to pay a little less but you will have to bear the burden of paying for your utility bills. Paying utility bills every month is stressful for several students. also, you will not have complete safety and security at your disposal. Other than that you can be paired along with people from different age groups and will not always be around students.

Purpose Built Student Accommodations

These student accommodations in Belfast are specifically built for students. You will be placed with other students from all around the world at these properties. The best part of these student accommodations in Belfast is that they are all-inclusive properties. This means that you will not have to worry about paying multiple bills every month. All you need to do is pay your rent on time. These properties offer immense amenities to students like a free bike storage facility, free gym membership and access to a laundry that is situated on site.

When you live at a student accommodation in Belfast, you can request to live along with your friends. While making your booking through Best Student Halls you can request a group booking and the representative will assist you with this request. A fact to ease the pressure from your mind is that all these purpose-built student accommodations are built as per a student's daily routine. All the rooms at these student accommodations are completely furnished and you do not have to worry about a thing. You will have access to a maintenance team and also have access to a support team during your tenure.

You can choose to book one of the following rooms at a student accommodation in Belfast:

Ensuite Room

If you book an ensuite room, you will have access to a private bedroom, a private bathroom, a shared kitchen and a shared living space. The prices for this room type are very fair and reasonable. You will be sharing the entire flat with a bunch of 5-6 students.

Non-ensuite Room

A non-ensuite room is almost similar to an ensuite room. The only noticeable difference is that you will be sharing the bathroom with a few other students. Also, the price for this room is cheaper than an ensuite room.

Studio Room

If you are someone who believes in privacy and wants it at any cost then this is the room type for you. If you book a studio room you will have an entire space. Studio rooms are usually a little smaller but they come with a private ensuite bathroom and a private kitchen. The prices for studio rooms are the highest out of all the three room types.

When you are about to book a room at any of the properties always check the property's location. We recommend that you prioritise a property that is situated closer to your university. This will help you save a lot of time and money in the long run. In case you are not confident in your choice, you can ask our team to set up a virtual viewing for you. We will do our best to get the best price available for you. A pro tip is to book your room at the earliest as this will help you get the best price and you may also get an early bird discount.

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Haunted Halls Or Tall Story, Professor Still Spooked By Queen’s University ‘Ghost’

A witness to the hauntings at Queen’s University’s Alanbrooke Hall has told how he was left terrified after retelling the events of more than 30 years ago.

Professor Gary Foster and another former student identified only as ‘Ken’ spoke about the unexplained happenings at the now demolished student accommodation to Danny Robins’ BBC Podcast Uncanny.

In a recent follow-up episode, he said although he was not frightened at the time, the memories now terrified him…

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Sleepless in Berlin, Soaked in Belfast: Welcome to The Holyland

Annika, Moritz, and I – three excited apprentices from OSZ IMT – met in Berlin at 4 a.m. on Saturday, March 2, 2024, to catch our flight to Belfast. We were fueled by caffeine and anticipation as we made our way through the airport.

After a stopover in Dublin and a bus ride, we finally arrived in Belfast.

Our first impression of Northern Ireland was breathtaking. The green hills, majestic mountains, and humid air were a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of Berlin. The city of Belfast was a mix of old and new, with historic sites and brick buildings lining the streets.

Stepping off the bus from Dublin to Belfast, a taxi was waiting for us. The driver, a friendly soul, turned into our own personal Belfast guide during the ride.

One of the first things that caught our attention was the name of our neighborhood - The Holyland. It sounded interesting, but the taxi driver revealed that this area is the brainchild of a very religious developer named Sir Robert McConnell. Back in the 1890s, after a trip to the Middle East, he decided to name the streets of this new neighborhood after places he visited - Jerusalem, Damascus, Cairo, Palestine and so on. "The Holyland" just became a natural nickname for the whole area.

So our home for the next 2 months was a student dormitory in The Holyland, Belfast's vibrant student quarter. Bustling with young energy, the area was a sensory overload in the best way possible. Pubs, restaurants, and shops lined the streets, offering a taste of Belfast's multicultural scene. We had a view of the busy streets and the noise of flowing traffic. Just in time for our move, Northern Ireland welcomed us with its typical weather: pouring rain. It was a perfect start to our adventure!

Even though it was raining, we couldn’t help but be excited about our new surroundings. The people of Belfast were incredibly friendly and welcoming. We were still looking for our accommodation when several passers-by stopped to ask if we needed help. They showed us the way and even gave us tips for the area. It was a great first impression of the city!

Later that afternoon, we decided to stretch our legs and explore Belfast! We didn't have a specific place in mind, so we just started walking.

Our first glimpse was of Ormeau Park, but we kept going for a wander instead. Spring was definitely in the air - everything was bursting with flowers, especially these cheerful wild daffodils. And who knew Belfast had palm trees? They added a lovely touch of the exotic.

Following the Ormeau Road, the same one our accommodation was on, we headed towards the city centre. This road's a mini history lesson! Built in the early 1800s, it was once called the New Ballynafeigh Road. Back then, it connected a village to Belfast, helping the city grow south. Today, Ormeau Road is a cool mix of modern shops and charming Victorian buildings.

We then came across the Jaffe Fountain. This wasn't your typical water fountain! It was grand and impressive, with a huge structure and important-looking statues at the base. It reminded me of the beautiful fountains you see in European squares, all fancy and a bit out of place in the middle of Belfast.

Here's a fun fact: the fountain was built in honor of a German businessman named Daniel Jaffe. He came to Belfast in the 1800s and played a big role in the city's linen industry. His son, Otto Jaffe, even became the first ever Jewish mayor of Belfast!

After our walk, we stumbled upon Victoria Square! This massive shopping mall was the perfect place to duck in and explore. It was also getting close to dinnertime, so we decided to treat ourselves with a delicious pizza at Pizza Express!

As the day began to wind down and the sky turned dusky, we kept walking towards the city center. That's when we spotted Belfast City Hall - all lit up and looking grand!

We even saw a fun Beer Bike cruising by with a happy crowd! It looked tempting, but after our long day exploring, we were all pretty wiped out. Time to head back and rest up for more adventures tomorrow!

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Student Accommodation - Design Is For Life.

Spanking new purpose-built student accommodation (PBSA) is springing up all over Belfast.  These are well-designed and appointed places to live, with interiors in a style that is… neutral and inoffensive. Students have their own en-suite bathroom with access to broadband and cooking facilities. All costs are inclusive.  There  are games rooms, study rooms and TV rooms in a building that is…

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Studying in Ireland | Global Edge

We are authorized representatives of all Irish Universities in India. Click to learn more about studying in Ireland facts.

Although official language of Republic of Ireland is Irish, English is widely spoken and written everywhere. All courses in Ireland universities and Colleges are in English language. Hence it is extremely easy for international students to adjust in an entirely new country.Republic of Ireland is a part of European Union. Northern Ireland with Belfast as it’s Capital is a part of United Kingdom. 

Southern Ireland or Republic of Ireland is a part of European Union (EU). Capital of Republic of Ireland is Dublin.Ireland has a Stable and Growing Economy. It’s GDP grew at 5.5% in 2019 and is estimated to grow over 6% in 2021. Main driver of growth of Irish economy is low corporation tax that led to big Multinational Corporations opening their European headquarters in Ireland in 1990s.

Universities in Ireland offer very specific job oriented programs. These programs are industry focussed and are highly specialized. Programs in Ireland Universities and Colleges are prepared according to industry requirements.Masters in Ireland is for 1 year. 

However, there are some universities in Ireland that offer 2 year’s Master’s program.Ireland has World class universities with quality education & superb infrastructure. Most of the universities in Ireland have massive campuses that are spread over acres of land. These campuses have buildings for different fields of study, sports centres, big libraries, student accommodation, playing field, grocery shop, etc.Ireland has offices of World’s top Medical Device Companies.

It is World’s second largest exporter of software. Ireland universities are known for their computer/ software related programs.

Top Global ICT Companies & Financial Services Companies are based in Republic of Ireland. Ireland is known as the Silicon Valley of Europe with Government of Ireland’s focus to make it an IT hub. Ireland has World reputation for Data Science & Analytics, Cyber Security, Networking, Cloud Computing & Artificial Intelligence.

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Pathhead to Everywhere

I’ve been walking in circles for weeks, parched and disillusioned, hoping that pushing ’til I break might break me out of my cycles. I keep walking away from myself, attempting to take refuge in a bright-green past, air buzzing with little black dragonflies, only to find myself frozen, with that song in my ear, watching a man in orange lycra shirt and black bike shorts struggle up a hill.

The pavement’s all cracked and busted open, jolting little dip between parking lot of the petrol station and the road. It’s along these cracks I find a filthy twopence coin. Found two in a dried-out raised garden in Belfast, deformed with strange growths. Discovering loose change on my walks, no matter how disgusting and unusable, is always a happy occurrence, like I’ve stumbled upon some secret.

My leg hurts from all the walking, tendons strained behind my left knee, but I prefer the quiet roadside to the noisy bus, with its engine stuttering along, full of strangers, the driver asking my destination and demanding fare like some medieval gatekeeper I can never seem to please. I’ve replenished my energy with a picnic in the grass, outside a new housing block, and a limerick I’ve written for Sam Fender, mind running wild imagining how sending it on might lead to a tender friendship, a passionate love affair, or both.

Something about the country and the biker and the music I’m listening to inspires me. I pull out my phone and type a poem. It’s a happy moment, etched in my mind alongside the more painful bits. It’s not the only one, either. The picture, as a whole, is marred by anxiety, depression, loneliness, and shame, but when I zoom in, other positive moments come into focus.

On the upper landing of the Lit and Phil, I find respite, huddled in a corner with a pile of poetry books, scribbling away in my journal, observing others’ lives. At the Scottish National Gallery, I journal again, sat on a bench next to an art student reproducing a sketch of The Monarch of the Glen. I’m massively relieved to have found an escape from the social obligations of my hostel dorm and the crush of strange bodies along the Royal Mile. At the Surgeons’ Hall Museum, I examine rows upon rows of organs in glass jars, until my eyes can’t take any more; across the street, at the National Museum of Scotland, I stand in rapture as the Millennium Clock awakens and performs its hourly dance. A bottle of stout suffices for lunch in Portmeirion; I drink it slowly at a cafe table on the patio, near two men sharing a bottle of champagne. In Penrhyndeudraeth, I pull cash from a shady ATM to buy my first ever kebab, walking back to my hotel, triumphantly clutching my spoils.

Bangor provides romantic trails among hillsides blooming with bellflowers, and I spend a whole day exploring Church Island and the surrounding countryside, getting lost along the beaches and sinking into muck, pissing in any shady corner I can find, procuring groceries on the way back from the cleanest, happiest Waitrose I’ve ever shopped in. Aberystwyth offers the best chocolate cake and almond croissants, and I relax somewhat uncomfortably into my seat at a Korean restaurant in Coventry, knocking back soju and spooning up mouthfuls of spicy seafood soup as I listen to a couple on their first date at a table across from me, discussing cybersecurity.

I contrast my pleasant roadside trek from Pathhead to Dalkeith, where I observe the lonely biker, with a five mile trek I undertook from my accommodations in Newcastle to a business park on the outskirts of Gateshead. Green fields were replaced with rows of tidy brick townhouses and a steady stream of cars which carried on past me, subjecting me to their ever-watchful gaze. I looked into every passenger window, imagining he might be there. I dreamt of him stopping and offering me a ride. I’d tell him the story of who I was and how I’d come to be there; he’d commend me for my bravery. That was all I really wanted, for my troubles. Someone to tell me I’d done something cool or worthwhile, to notice the effort I’d put in, how much I’d improved. But no one ever did, and knowing it in myself simply wasn’t enough.

I’m happy to retread my past, in moments like now, where I feel totally fucked. At least in the recounting, I find some worth, and it removes me, for a minute, from my current obsessions over job, money, and future plans. However it felt then, I’m happy to have done it, that I can occasionally escape to those far-flung memories and enjoy the strange, painful pleasures of a foreign land.

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same person who asked about spelunking (sorry i binge your blog every now and then and keep finding things i wanna hear about this time!) But you mentioned one of your most terrifying experiences involved dolls, I'd love to hear about it if youre comfortable :>?

oh it's fine, don't worry! I can always appreciate a good old fashioned bit of curiosity. I suppose it's only fair that with all the creepy experiences I take from other people, I finally give a statement of my own. buckle up, though, because this one is a long one.

So, this all happened in 2011-2012, and it began in Belfast, Ireland. A friend of mine, Caoimhe, had started studying at Queen’s University, and she had moved in to student accommodation in the student district nearby. I was studying in Scotland at the time, but thankfully the summer and winter holidays provided me with three months off each, so I would frequently return back to Ireland and catch up with the people who’d stayed there. Caoimhe’s place, being situated in the city and in a university district, was obviously the place to hang out and party, but before I even arrived Caoimhe warned me that the place was… odd. Now, as anyone who’s ever met me knows, I absolutely love creepy stuff and I have a tendency to bring it out in places and in people; naturally I asked for details, but Caoimhe said she wanted to see what I thought when I got there. Considering I was going to be there that evening, I was able to have a modicum of patience.

I get there in the late afternoon. It’s summer and everything is still bright and lively, and the street looks normal. Parking is only on one side of the street; on the other side is a row of buildings, three floors high. Most of them are split into houses, but there are a few businesses there, too – a nursery school, a hairdresser’s, that kind of thing. I get out of the car and go and knock on Caoimhe’s door, which is between two businesses. She opens the door, and immediately tells me she cannot wait to hear what I think of the place. I have no idea what to expect, because Caoimhe was always the sceptical one and it takes a lot to get her even remotely excited about anything spooky, but I realised what she meant within about five minutes of being in the house.

It was the weirdest layout of any house I have ever seen.

Upon entering, I was in a small porch area. Going through the interior door brought me to the bottom of a set of stairs; to the right was a short hallway, containing a bedroom and, at the end of it, a spacious kitchen. Going up the stairs, I came to a small bathroom on the half-landing; turning and ascending the second flight brought me to a small landing area and, directly opposite, a colossal living room. Turning up yet another flight of stairs and there was a larger bathroom on the half-landing, practically industrial – like a large school changing room. There were about eight showers all lined up in cubicles, toilets lined up in other cubicles, and a row of old, almost Victorian-looking sinks. There was no door to the bathroom, either. Just an open archway leading to tiles that looked as though they should be on a factory floor in the early twentieth century. After this, there was another flight of stairs and then a small landing, this time with nothing ahead of it but, to my left, a long hallway. I mean, a long hallway. The longest hallway I’ve ever seen in any residential building, ever, in my life. It went on, and on, and on. From beginning to end, at a normal walking pace, it took about two minutes to walk. There were other doors, but they were few and far between. Only three people lived on that floor, and the hallway just stretched endlessly on. Caoimhe, of course, lived in the absolute furthest room from the stairs. We walked, passing the occasional door, under dim, flickering lightbulbs high up in the ceiling. We had long since walked past the original house we had entered. We were probably almost entirely down the street by this point. There were no windows at all.

Finally, we get to Caoimhe’s room. It’s practically at the end of the hall; in front of us is a dead end, and a fire escape that cannot exist. All of the buildings on this street are terraced, which means that joining on to this wall should be the next building. There were no alleyways separating any of the buildings at street level – they were all side by side, sharing a wall. I asked Caoimhe about it and she just shrugged, and then pointed to the wall opposite her door. There was another door there, cheaply made, not a fire door like the doors to the bedrooms. It also didn’t fit properly, leaving a small gap and a cool breeze drifting out from between the wood and the frame. I, of course, stuck my eye to the gap and peered in. I could make out nothing aside from swirling dust and the faint outline of the first few steps of another set of stairs. Upon my asking, Caoimhe told me she didn’t know where it went to, and that she and some of the others had tried to prise the door open but given up when it wouldn’t budge. They had even asked the university’s residential services about it, but were told that it didn’t belong to them as tenants and it was best to leave it alone.

As I mentioned before – Caoimhe is not really interested in messing around with this kind of stuff. Practically minded, she spent her time dealing in the tangible, and as a nursing student she had precious little free time. What free time she did have she enjoyed spending drinking, and annoying me by doing lines of cocaine off my books. I love her dearly, but you have to understand that mysteries like this do not interest her at all, but they drive me mad. From the moment I saw that door, I suppose my fate was sealed. In the old refrain of many sorry souls before me, I had to know.

The first few nights I was there was admittedly spent partying and catching up, and nothing out of the ordinary happened. I split my time between staying with Caoimhe and staying with an ex-boyfriend of mine, Brian, who lived about half a mile away in another part of the university district. I was at his place when I got a call from Caoimhe at about two in the morning, telling me that some weird shit was going down and I had to come see. I, of course, ran over there as quickly as possible, to find the house in uproar. Aside from one girl on the ground floor, everyone else lived in the Endless Hallway – all three of them – and they were all out of their rooms and standing in a strange section of the hall about two thirds up. Here, two rooms were located, the doors to which were set back in a little alcove. Opposite this alcove was another fire door that had to lead to nowhere, that I admittedly had not noticed before. I stared at it, confused, and then I was temporarily comforted when Gemma, once of Caoimhe’s housemates, asked me if I hadn’t noticed it before, either. I absolutely had not, and the general consensus was that nobody had noticed this fire escape. It was very difficult to miss, too – it was silver, with the green sign for a fire escape on it, but strangely there was no way to open it from this side. It was just a smooth door – no handle, no push bar, nothing. Being a fire escape door, it should have had a push bar and swung open into the stairwell or hallway beyond, to prevent it from being blocked from opening by a crowd of people trying to escape, but there was nothing. It was like looking at a fire escape door from the outside. Everyone agreed that it could not have been there before; Gemma and Ashley, the girl in the room next to her, were absolutely adamant they would have noticed it, considering it was right opposite their doors; Caoimhe admitted that she probably wouldn’t have noticed it because she wasn’t in the habit of noticing every door she walked by, but she did admit that the colour would have made it hard to miss. I, of course, amin the habit of looking out for such details, precisely for reasons like this, so I had definitely not noticed the door before.

I asked how they had noticed, and Gemma said that she had heard running footsteps in the hallway going back and forth for some time, and as she’d been trying to sleep she had opened her door to tell whoever it was to knock it off. She had found the hallway dark, and the door opposite hers. She had understandably been freaked out by this and banged on Ashley’s door, and the commotion had drawn Caoimhe into the mix whereupon she had said she knew a guy who absolutely had to see this shit and called me. She was correct, and I duly stayed the rest of the night to see if anything else happened. Nothing did, and aside from the extra door that had materialised in the hallway, things were calm for another week.

When it all kicked off again, I was staying over after another heavy night partying. Caoimhe and I were passed out in her room when we were both woken up by an incredibly loud crash. Before we could work out what had happened, lights went on in the hallway outside and we heard Gemma start screaming, and I mean reallyscreaming. Caoimhe and I jumped up and ran out into the hall, sprinting the distance between Caoimhe’s door and the alcove, and there we found Gemma hiding behind her own door and the fire door opposite wide open. It had been flung open so wide that it had crashed against and dented the wall it was on. Ashley was looking at it, dumfounded; Gemma could barely watch. Caoimhe was also not being much help, so – bound by insatiable curiosity and an extreme lack of self-preservation that for me is so often co-morbid with said curiosity – I went forward to investigate. I noticed that the door seemed old, like it had perhaps been rusted in place; beyond it there was nothing but darkness, and cold air moved out of the passage with enough speed that I felt a strong breeze. I had my phone, so I turned it on to use it as a light, seeing that beyond the door was a short landing and then a set of stairs. I went to the wooden railing at the top and shone the phone down, seeing that the stairs appeared to keep going in a half-flight, small landing, half-flight pattern. The stairs were all wooden, and in bad condition. With the girls still nervously watching, I descended the first flight and then turned to look at the next one. It smelled stale now, and slightly damp; I put the brightness of my screen up and saw, arranged neatly at the end of each step, there was an item of children’s belongings – a toy, or a teddy bear. They were all arranged very precisely, one on each stair, all the way down as far as I could see. Where the light gave out, the darkness was so black it seemed to have a solid weight. I decided I was not going down there without a proper light, and as I didn’t yet have one, I retreated back up the stairs. We closed the door over, but it would no longer fit in its frame; a chair was dutifully carried all the way up from the distant kitchen and put in front of it.

I quickly discovered something even odder about that staircase. Probably to the surprise of nobody, it shouldn’t exist. The floors directly below us should have been a hairdresser’s; there was no space for a stairwell and no way to exit on the ground floor. I went outside and checked both the front and the back of the building, and no doors opened anywhere near where the stairs should have come out. There was just no possible way for it to fit, and no point to it being there. It was a dead end in dead space.

Now we get to the truly terrifying part. For several weeks the place seemed to be fine, just the kind of regular haunting I was used to but that the others understandably found concerning. Cold spots, weird noises, strange atmospheres, feelings of being watched… that kind of thing. It made me increasingly uneasy in one particular spot of the house, though. There was one other mystery door that led to a mystery staircase, and that was the strange, out-of-place door opposite Caoimhe’s room. I figured that there was a chance that that door shouldn’t be there, either – like the fire escape, it was a different kind of door to the others, and also like the fire escape, it didn’t quite fit into its frame. I tried multiple times to get in to the staircase beyond, but the door would absolutely not shift and every time I tried, I would soon have to retreat because of an overwhelming sense of sadness and dread. I’ve always been highly sensitive to the paranormal, and anyone who has spent any amount of time with me has seen some inexplicable stuff go down; something I’m known for is knowing things I shouldn’t be able to know. I either just know them – they just arrive in my head full-formed and I know that it’s the truth – or they come to me in dreams. These dreams stand out from the other dreams because they’re incredibly realistic, and even in the dream I know that they’re something else entirely. I’m either myself in the dream, moving around and discovering things on my own, or I’m watching as somebody else does it, silently observing and, unusually for my dreams, with no amount of lucidity at all. I suppose, with all my banging around trying to get up those stairs, I must have finally tapped in to whatever it was that would allow me to know what was beyond it, because shortly afterwards I experienced the worst instance of this of my life.

By this point, I was back at university. I hadn’t thought too much about it all in any detail because classes had started again and I was still exhausted from driving all my stuff back over, getting the ferry, unpacking… moving every three months was a bit of a drag. Despite this, when the dream started, I immediately knew where I was. The building felt different, and all the lights were dimmed to the point they were barely worth being on, but I knew I was back in Caoimhe’s flat and I also knew that it was years before anybody moved in. I stood there and watched as a woman walked towards me down the long, endless hallway. She was young, probably in her mid-twenties, and her hair was a mess. Her face was blotchy and her eyes red; she was still crying as she walked past me. I knew that she was moving out, that this was the final walk-through; suddenly I was the person who was moving in, and I was being handed the keys, and the estate agent was saying that the place was mine and that the agreement still stood: I was allowed to do anything with the place and the price would stay low, so long as I obeyed the wishes of the previous owners and kept the top floor as it was and in good order. I agreed and then I was alone in the hallway.

I immediately walked to the end of the hallway, past the room that was Caoimhe’s when I had known the place, and to the door opposite. The wood looked newer now, and when I pushed it, it swung open noiselessly and without resistance. I walked up a neat set of wooden stairs and the light was warm, sunset-orange. I emerged from the staircase and found myself in a lovely attic room, the sun setting through a large dormer window opposite. The room was a beautifully decorated nursery, with a small bed under the window and a dresser, a toy box, a rug on the ground littered with toys. I looked around, touching the small hairbrush on the dresser, seeing the little blonde hairs entwined in it; on the nightstand next to the bed was a picture of the crying woman I had seen earlier, happy now, holding a smiling little girl of about two or three months in her arms. I stared at this picture for a long time, feeling a growing sense of sadness that deepened into dread. I felt paralysed, unable to turn and leave even as the dread grew and I wanted to more than anything; instead of running, a sudden urge to sleep came over me. I staggered to the small bed, curled up to fit, and immediately passed out.

When I woke, I was on my back and the room was dark. There was enough moonlight that I could see the glint of the picture frame beside me. Immediately I was gripped by terror – I was aware, even then, that I do not sleep in my dreams. I can do a lot of things that most people can’t – I die in my dreams, I read and write in my dreams, I see my reflection in mirrors in my dreams – but I do not sleep. I decided to sit up and see if any of my usual tricks for waking myself would work, but before I could move I felt something shifting in the bed beside me. It was solid and firm and cold; it pressed itself against me with plastic smoothness and then shifted, part of it bending. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something sitting up in the bed beside me. I told myself not to look at it, but of course I did. Sitting next to me in bed was a baby, but at the same time it was a doll. It had the plastic look to it, the strange texture of the hair, the glassy eyes – but at the same time its face moved, its limbs moved, and around the eyes and mouth there was a slight discrepancy, like the whole thing was a plastic mask forced into the flesh of the face. I stared at it, mute, too stunned to do anything, and then the baby doll opened its mouth, revealing sharp, pin-like teeth, far too many of them – and it began to cry.

I have never heard a sound like it and I never wish to again. It was a cry so piercing it was painful; it was a sound meant to terrify. It rose the same dread in me as I imagine people felt when they woke to hear air raid sirens in the dead of night; the distant thud of falling bombs. It was all I could hear and it was all I became. It inspired a blind terror in me that I have rarely known; I wasn’t human as I launched myself from that bed. I was a prey animal in flight, I was running for my life. I jumped from the bed and before I could hit the ground I awoke, miles away, in my dorm room in Scotland – but something was on the bed beside me. I sat up, turned, and the doll was there. It looked at me, grinned, and opened its mouth. Then it started screaming again.

I want to say that’s the moment I woke up for real, but I was awake. That thing was beside me in bed, still screaming, and I was awake enough to panic, to roll out of bed, to stand up, to stare in frozen horror for several seconds, and then to reach out blindly until I managed to turn the lamp on. The room filled with light and still the doll remained, for three or four seconds, still crying that horrible sound, and then it faded. The sound faded with it, gradually, until I could only see an outline on the air, and then it was gone. I did not sleep for the rest of that night. For the rest of the semester, I only slept in the daylight.

I never returned to Caoimhe’s house. I have my answers, which is something, but I do not exaggerate when I say that the cost was far more than I anticipated I would have to pay, and that something of that experience has forever stuck with me. Even now, a decade later, I go to bed every night with the fear that I might wake up in that hallway again, the door at the end of it – and the knowledge that I will go to it, step into the sunset-orange of the space beyond, and go back up those stairs.

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Study in Ireland facts you need to consider:

Although official language of Republic of Ireland is Irish, English is widely spoken and written everywhere. All courses in Ireland universities and Colleges are in English language. Hence it is extremely easy for international students to adjust in an entirely new country.

Republic of Ireland is a part of European Union. Northern Ireland with Belfast as it’s Capital is a part of United Kingdom. Southern Ireland or Republic of Ireland is a part of European Union (EU). Capital of Republic of Ireland is Dublin.

Ireland has a Stable and Growing Economy. It’s GDP grew at 5.5% in 2019 and is estimated to grow over 6% in 2021. Main driver of growth of Irish economy is low corporation tax that led to big Multinational Corporations opening their European headquarters in Ireland in 1990s.

Universities in Ireland offer very specific job oriented programs. These programs are industry focussed and are highly specialized. Programs in Ireland Universities and Colleges are prepared according to industry requirements.

Masters in Ireland is for 1 year. However, there are some universities in Ireland that offer 2 year’s Master’s program.

Ireland has World class universities with quality education & superb infrastructure. Most of the universities in Ireland have massive campuses that are spread over acres of land. These campuses have buildings for different fields of study, sports centres, big libraries, student accommodation, playing field, grocery shop, etc.

Ireland has offices of World’s top Medical Device Companies.

It is World’s second largest exporter of software. Ireland universities are known for their computer/ software related programs.

Top Global ICT Companies & Financial Services Companies are based in Republic of Ireland. Ireland is known as the Silicon Valley of Europe with Government of Ireland’s focus to make it an IT hub. Ireland has World reputation for Data Science & Analytics, Cyber Security, Networking, Cloud Computing & Artificial Intelligence.

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Slán Belfast, Hello Inis Meáin!

Less than a year ago I had never heard the words “Inis Meain”. Fast forward to today and I’m living and working there. During our second year lecture series on placement opportunities, a final year student (Paige) gave us a presentation on her time as an intern at the Inis Meain Knitting Company. As I left that lecture I specifically remember thinking, “why would anyone want to do that?”. I didn’t give the idea another thought until months later when my knit tutor, Alison, mentioned in passing that it might suit me as a placement option.

It was my research into Inis Meain Knitting Company and into the island itself that changed my mind. The company creates luxury knitwear using all natural fibres with every design based on a historical element or interesting feature of the island. However, what I liked most from my research was that this company allows a lot of the island population to gain an income that ultimately allows them to continue to live on Inis Meáin.

Travelling to Inis Meain from Derry is far from convenient. First you have to drive the 4 to 5 (traffic dependant) hours from Derry to Galway. From there, its almost an hours drive to the Rossaveal Ferry Port. On this drive you pass dramatic signage, “LAST SHOP BEFORE ARAN ISLANDS”, “LAST PUB BEFORE ARAN ISLANDS” that helped exaggerate the feeling that I was sending myself into exile. From Rossaveal you take a 45 minute ferry ride to Inis Meain. The ferry is passenger only and my first journey was smooth and scenic. My parents came with me on this first venture to the islands, we all felt nervous as Inis Meáin first came into view.

Stepping off the Ferry onto the island was daunting. The pier was clearly not tourist friendly with no signage or directions. Thankfully we were met by my new landlord, Seainin Beag, who drove us to my new abode on Inis Meain. He said he was too busy to take us on a proper tour but I didn’t mind, I was happy to take in the surroundings myself as we drove along in his van. My poor dad had to sit in the back of the van in total darkness with my suitcases whilst me and my mum sat upfront with Seainin. I had searched the island on google and had a rough idea of what the landscape would be but it still shocked me a bit. The 4km square island is covered in hundreds of limestone walls, built by hand, that divide the grass into tiny fields. Since then, I have asked why there are so many walls, expecting some kind of folklore answer but the reality is that they exist because they needed to stones out of the ground so that cattle could feed on the grass.

I had no idea what my accommodation would look like as I was given numbers of landlords by the factory so I went with whoever answered their phone. This was also a bit of a shock. I’m living in a converted attic, meaning it’s a lot smaller than my previous Belfast flat and my childhood home in Derry. So far, every time I have cooked I have hit my head off the ceiling. However, the bright side of my little apartment is that I live on the highest hill on Inis Meáin so my view is fantastic. Hopefully, this view will help make living on Inis Meain a little bit easier.