The Vampire of Slaghtaverty

Long before Dracula cast his shadow across Gothic literature, a darker legend stirred in the mists of Ulster. A tale not of capes and castles, but of blood-soaked soil and restless death. In the windswept glens of Slaghtaverty, where thorn bushes twist like clawed fingers and the dolmen looms like a scar upon the land, the name Abhartach is still spoken with fear. Neither man nor myth, he is Ireland’s original vampire, a grotesque tyrant who defied death, fed on the living, and whose hunger could only be bound by ancient magic and ritual. This is not just a legend; it is a scar in the landscape, a whisper in the dark, a curse that seeps from the earth. Welcome to the tale of Abhartach, the Vampire of Slaghtaverty, where the dead do not sleep, and the past is never truly buried.