The Moddey Doo Or The Black Dog Of Peel Castle

In the days when Charles II was king in England and Charles, Earl of
Derby, king in Mann, Peel Castle was always garrisoned by soldiers. The
guard-room was just inside the great entrance gate of the castle
and a passage used to lead from it, through one of the old churches,
to the Captain of the Guard's room. At the end of the day one of the
soldiers locked the castle gates and carried the keys through the
dark passage to the captain. They would take it in turns.

About this time one and another began to notice, sometimes in one
room, sometimes in another, a big Black Dog with rough curly hair. He
did not belong to any person there, and nobody knew anything about
him. But every night when the candles were lighted in the guard-room
and the fire was burning bright, he would come from the dark passage
and lay himself down by the hearth. He made no sound, but lay there
till the break of day, and then he would get up and disappear into
the passage. The soldiers were terrified of him at first, but after a
time they were used to the sight of him and lost some of their fear,
though they still looked on him as something more than mortal. While
he was in the room the men were quiet and sober, and no bad words
were spoken. When the hour came to carry the keys to the captain,
two of them would always go together--no man would face the dark
passage alone.

One night, however, one foolish fellow had drunk more than was good
for him, and he began to brag and boast that he was not afraid of the
dog. It was not his turn to take the keys, but to show how brave he was
he said that he would take them alone. He dared the dog to follow him.

'Let him come,' he shouted, laughing; 'I'll see whether he be dog
or devil!'

His friends were terrified and tried to hold him back, but he snatched
up the keys and went out into the passage.

The Black Dog slowly got up from before the fire and followed him.

There was a dead silence in the guard-room--no sound was heard but
the dashing of the waves on the steep rocks of the Castle Islet.

After a few minutes, there came from the dark passage the most awful
and unearthly screams and howls, but not a soldier dared to move to
see what was going on. They looked at each other in horror. Presently
they heard steps, and the rash fellow came back into the room. His
face was ghastly pale and twisted with fear. He spoke not a word,
then or afterwards. In three days he was dead and nobody ever knew
what had happened to him that fearful night.

The Black Dog has never been seen again.