Let me share with you a beautifully written account titled IWRWG FELIN DDU. THE STORY OF A HAUNTED HOUSE.(BY JOHN HUMPHREYS, BANGOR), a tragic Christmas ghost story, sad and heartbreaking but also chilling and thought-provoking.
The story featured in the North Wales Chronicle on Christmas Eve 1892.
I have found that the estate where Iwrwg Felin Ddu is still in existence and has a holiday cottage for hire on the grounds, however, the property in the story is the former gatehouse, of which I do not know if it still exists or not.
"Iwrwg Felin Ddu still stands, gloomy, isolated, and uninhabited, within ten miles of the Cathedral City of Bangor; damp, dark, dilapidated. Even in brightest sunshine and daylight the old house exudes, so to speak, a depressing, horrific atmosphere, as it within its walls had sometime been enacted one of those terrible tragedies which appall and outrage all human faculties and sentiments.
And such in truth is the case, though no guilt or sin attaches to the mournful story. The mansion of the family on whose estate Iwrwg Felin Ddu stands is, within a mile, in the same home park, and one at least of the male members of that family has heard the ghastly and inexplicable laughter that every Christmas Eve resounds through the old building in horrible peals. The story is not only well-known to the members of the family by hearsay, but is actually, in its main features, written oat in imperishable ink on enduring parchment, which forms part of the family archives.
Beyond what I have already said I may give no clearer indication of the locality of the building in connection with which the story I am about to relate in fuller detail is recorded. Iwrwg Felin Ddu was the gatehouse of what for the purpose of the present story may be designated the Elizabethan mansion of Plas lwrwg, the residence of the old Welsh family of Catlyon,and was tenanted -at the period (not very long ago) when the incidents of this story occurred by a sailor named Dafydd Jones.
Nancy Jones, Dafydd's wife, had since the birth of her daughter Nance, been a weakly ailing woman. Who, nevertheless, was brimful of the bright, cheerful, loving, and self- sacrificing spirit which, before her marriage, had won the affection and love, not only of her husband but of all with whom she came in contact. And to the utmost o