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Good evening. Tonight, we travel back to the autumn of 1893… to a narrow street in the Rhondda Fach Valley… where a small terraced house became the centre of fear, fascination, and whispered prayers. The village was Ynyshir. The address: Number 12, Whitting Street. In those days, the Rhondda valleys were alive with coal. Rows…
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Kathryn Meredith never thought she would abandon her home in the middle of the night. It began quietly—so quietly, in fact, that she almost ignored it. At first, it was just her daughter Nicola mentioning voices. Soft ones, she said. Friendly, even. They would whisper her name in the dark and ask her to come…
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Since my childhood, Cathays Cemetery has held a special place in my heart. Growing up across from the graveyard, I spent countless days playing there and picking blackberries with my parents. I even celebrated one of my birthdays within its peaceful grounds. Therefore, when I discovered that the A48 Theatre Company would be performing at…
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The Skirred Inn by day. The Skirrid Mountain Inn is a public house in the small village of Llanvihangel Crucorney, approximately 4 miles north of Abergavenny, Monmouthshire, Wales. The Skirred Inn, holds a rich history and an eerie reputation for its haunting encounters. This centuries-old establishment has intrigued locals and visitors alike with its tales of…
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Good evening. Tonight’s story comes from the Rhondda Valley, in the autumn of 1999 — a time of pumpkins in windows, children planning Halloween costumes… and one family too frightened to sleep in their own home. The house stands on St Stephen’s Avenue in Pentre, Rhondda. Nearly a century old. Red-brick. Semi-detached. The sort of…
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Good evening. Tonight, we take you back to the winter of 1985… to a quiet council house in Rhydyfelin… and to a family who say their Christmas was overshadowed by something they could neither see nor explain. Number 53 Oak Street sits in a neat row of semi-detached homes, the sort of place where neighbours…
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 The year was 2009, and I had recently relocated from the bustling city of Cardiff to the serene Welsh valleys, specifically Trealaw Road. Nestled on this quaint road stood a spacious house spanning three floors. However, we predominantly occupied the top two floors, as the basement had fallen into disrepair. Despite its state, remnants of…
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In the year of 1997, a tragic incident claimed the life of Lady Diana, Princess of Wales. It was during this unsettling time that my family, torn apart by divorce, embarked on a new chapter. My mother, two sisters and I were seeking solace in a fresh start. The divorce, though amicable, left us grappling…