The Irish name of this four-storey tower is Beal na Carraige, meaning "the mouth or passage of rock". It is perched upon a rocky prominence and overlooks the waters of Ballynacarriga Lough. An unusual feature of its crumbling interior is the number of important stone carvings that can be seen around the walls of what was the third floor. On one window arch is a depiction of Christ on the cross together with two thieves, one on each side of him, whilst nearby are carved a crown of thorns, a hammer and a heart pierced with two swords. One window contains the initials R.M.C.C. together with the date 1585. These are believed to be the initials of Randal Murlihy and his wife, Catherine Cullinane, plus the date when the building was erected. Opposite is the carved figure of a woman with five roses, which local tradition claims represents Catherine Cullinane and her five children, but which is more likely to depict the Blessed Virgin. The roof and parapets of the castle were long ago removed by a garrison of Cromwell's troops who had occupied the fortress for a time and who, as was their custom, took down the overhanging parapets in order to render the building defenceless. But enough of the fortification remains to provide the visitor with a good impression of what it was like to live in a medieval castle. It was an age when belief in a darker side of nature had a firm grip on the imagination, and it was well known that harmful spirits roamed night, intent on inflicting injury on humans that chanced to cross their path. Built into the thickness of the second floor wall there is a mural gallery which leads the intrepid visitor to the garderobe, or lavatory, which stands over a chute known as "Moll the Pooka's Hole". A "Pooka" was the most feared of all the creatures that prowled the night. They were strange and thoroughly evil beings, with male heads and the body of a goat, horse or dog. They could fly short distances, although they had no wings, were extremely ugly and ill-tempered, and were to be avoided at all costs. They ran in packs, and their sole desire was to inflict as much harm as possible upon defenceless humans, they caused crops to fail, children to die suddenly and, worst of all, they stole newborn babies. Irish peasants would ascribe accidental falls to the malign influence of a pooka and ruined or wrecked castles were often associated with them - the foul smelling chute of a garderobe being the ideal portal by which these creatures could gain access and wreak their devilish mayhem upon the inhabitants.

Love Angel!!!