"I was walking, one winter's night, down through the main street of Llandudno and the street was deserted. It was just starting to go dark and it was so cold that my breath was making a big cloud before me and the streets were filled with sea mist.
I walked a bit further and happened to glance across the road to the other side of the street. I saw a young girl huddling under one of the old Victorian lamp posts. She looked very cold and lonely and it was getting dark so I started to walk across the road to see if she was lost.
She was still a fair distance away when I noticed that she was about six or seven, wearing a red dress that was tattered, but very old fashioned looking, she was also wearing laced up boots.
I looked around, and still the street was deserted, so I walked a bit faster towards the girl. Suddenly a car came around a corner and beeped its horn and made me jump. For a split second I took my eyes off the little girl. When I turned around the girl had disappeared.
I looked and looked for a way that she could have got out of sight so quickly and soon discovered that there was nowhere she could have gone. I looked down the nearest side streets, but there was no sign.
I went home confused and a little freaked out. I hope she's ok, wherever she is."
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Colin Abbott, Western Australia.
Alison, I don't know about the monks ... but I can tell you that, a long time ago, a mysterious mob of Abbotts used to live half-way up the Great Orme. Old Grandma Abbott used to read tea cups, and made many predictions which turned out to be eerily and frighteningly accurate. Oh, and I do happen to remember, one dark night, a ghostly figure "floating" way above the Great Orme ... but, in truth, I have to say that it may have had more to do with the fourteen pints of Brown Ale I'd just knocked back!
Mon Feb 2 11:12:39 2009
Alison, Llandudno
Several years ago my two boys were playing golf on the Great Orme mini golf course after closing. It was just starting to go dark and they were taking turns when one of my boys looked across to the houses by Tyn Y Coed Road. They explained that, floating above the houses on the top of the Orme rock, was a man in a brown cloak, which was tied around his middle. They said it was a cloak with a hood and the hood was up. The man appear to be watching them, but the scary thing was he was floating above the Orme! They did not appear scared by this sighting as they mentioned it in a matter of fact manner a few days later. I understand that years ago monks used to reside on the Orme. Has anyone else had a similar experience?
Mon Jan 12 10:17:03 2009
Miss Smith Colwyn Bay
I was brought up in Llandudno and lived above the Royal Arcade in Mostyn Street. My Grandparents moved there in 1946 and my Father took over untill 1979. I remember very clearly I used to see strange people in the attic room where I slept and can still remember trying to point it out to my mum. She told me when I was much older that when they stripped the old wallpaper in that room there were strange voodoo type drawings on the walls, although she was not a religious person she kept a bible in the room untill myself and my brother moved out of it. There was also a room next to the attic that we were never allowed in that was supposed to be haunted by an old man who worked at the arcade when my dad was very small.
Tue Aug 12 10:18:36 2008
Eddie, Deganwy
My Taid lived on Tywyn Hill in Deganwy, but worked in a pub in Llandudno in the 1950s. He would regularly walk home late at night, but one night in winter it was raining heavily and he stopped for a smoke in the lynch gate at Llanrhos church. When he set off home again he started to hear footsteps as if someone was behind him, but when he turned round there was nobody in sight. He'd change his pace & the other footsteps would change to match him. Finally he ran & was able to leave the footsteps behind, but just as he was in sight of his home the footsteps caught him up. He burst through the door in a terrible state, waking my nain & my dad who was a teenager at the time. They watched the road from the window for a while but the place was deserted. For the remainder of his life my Taid maintained that "something" had followed him home from the churchyard.
Tue Aug 12 10:17:34 2008
Glenda Cobb Bixby USA
Northmalescpl. Thank you so much for looking on the cenotaph for Ron Ashley's name. It was so kind.I dont know if my sister was aware it was there,before she died,since I have no idea WHEN the names were put there and we moved to Oxford I think in 1947.I expect it was later than that as the country was occupied with so much reconstruction of an essential nature and was very financially strapped for a long time.
A touching memory I have of I remember seeing the Llandudno soldiers off.Standing in the station holding a parents hand aged 7 yrs.Men in khaki with kitbags on their shoulders scurrying all about,men leaning out of the windows of the train,a huge crowd in the station to see them off. Someone started singing and we all joined in. 'Men of Harlech (my favourite) the Welsh National Anthem---which I can still sing in Welsh! and many others. The train slowly pulled out, everyone singing at the top of their lungs.It still brings tears to my eyes.
It is good to know that a beautiful, gentle young man born in Staffordshire who joined up the minute the call came,IS remembered.
Tue Mar 25 10:07:02 2008
northwalescpl
Hi Glenda, Ron Ashley's name is on the cenotaph, went there and had a look for you.
Tue Mar 11 09:24:29 2008
glenda cobb bixby USA
Northwalescpl. To answer yr question.I have no idea if Ronald Ashleys name is on the cenotaph,but would love to know. About 18 mos after he was killed,a young soldier on crutches came to see us and relate what happened to them. He had been found face down in a ditch by the War Graves Commission,so badly injured he had drifted in and out of consciousness for three days. When they turned him over someone gasped,"My God ! This one is still alive" He was in hospital for well over a year. I do not remember his name---I was about seven at the time.
He said they had been sleeping in barns etc on their retreat to the beach,Ron had found a tiny goat kid bleating by the dead body of it's mother,and picked it up and carried it along being unable to just leave it. There being no signposts they asked a man the way to the beach(I gather a "Fifth Columnist?) He directed them thru a bombed out village which turned out to be an ambush.The houses were full of German soldiers who fired mortars etc. The last the young man saw as a mortar hit near their rear wheel was Ron being blown over the side with the goat kid under his arm. All I remember about this sweet young man was that he was dark and rather shy and had a soft Welsh accent.
My sister died almost two years ago,and related to me---by phone from Canada---a vivid dream where she had been walking below the wall at Tantabin and saw a young man either raking or digging in the garden there. He looked at her and said,"Margy ?" she queried back,"Ron ?" and he came down and tucked her arm thru his and they proceeded down Church Walks together. I did not tell her my immediate impression which was that this,coupled with several other dreams of her second husband and a 'visit " from my deceased mother,who walked around her bed then straight thru the wall,led me to feel she would be leaving herself soon. It was some months later she joined them.
Wed Feb 27 09:58:11 2008
northwalescpl
Hi Glenda, what was Ron's surname? Is his name on the cenotaph?
Mon Feb 25 09:41:58 2008
Glenda Cobb Bixby USA
We moved to Llandudno when I was about 4yrs, first living on Trinity Ave from where I attended Dyffryn Rd school. We went next to a grocery named 'Fleets'. Shortly we moved to a new house right on the sand dunes on Herkomer Crescent, West Shore. Mother went questing for a bigger house to take B&B's and found Tantabin 52 Church Walks which was still unaltered and in its pristine condition. It was before the war broke out. I remember mother being appalled by the florid Victorian wallpaper up the magnificent stairway, and horror of horrors a branched gas light fixture still used in the kitchen that cast an eerie bluish light over everything. Neither of these were allowed to remain! There was one room I intensely disliked on the top floor. Number seven was narrow, dark, and had one window looking out towards the North shore. It gave me the creeps whenever I was made to sleep in there. A visitor who rented the room during the tourist season reported being kept awake by voices and "lights all over the wall". I assume these might have been 'orbs'? The last room, dormered and looking out onto the lower slopes of the Orme and the wooded back lane, was pleasant, even tho the acutely angled little door to the attics used to unnerve me as a seven yr old. This too, a former servants room, had no electricity, and I would practice lighting my candle with shaking hands,in case something came out thru that little door. What did happen in that room was oddly enough not scary. My sister and her husband had slept in it for several months until he was sent to France in WW2 with the local Artillery. Came Dunkirk,and the dreaded telegramme, "Missing in action". Over the weeks this message changed to "Missing presumed killed". Mother moved my sister out of the room, thinking memories might add to her grief, and I was put in there. One morning I woke and when I opened my eyes saw Ron, her husband, standing in front of the chair where I had laid my clothes. He was in uniform, smiling at me, but I could see through him. There was no feeling of fear. I sleepily blinked a few times, and he faded. I told my mother who made me promise not to tell my sister who was still hanging on to hope, but shortly after another odd incident convinced me that Ronnie was dead. I was idly dropping a tennis ball from the top floor down the stairwell, all alone, when I heard a smashing of glass and something fall. There were fireplaces in the halls too, and the one in the front hall had a mantel with two layers upon which mother had crowded framed photos of all the friends and relations in the services. Ron's stood back row left. When I ran down to see what had happened,I found Ron's picture smashed in the hearth - but it had been cleanly selected and 'jumped' over the other row! Young children accept things more easily, and I 'knew'. There are other strange things that happened in Llandudno, especially after we had lived several years in Oxford and Mother moved to Uxbridge House near the Prom, but both Oxford and Uxbridge House are another story.
Fri Feb 22 09:23:15 2008
Stephen Trowbridge from Llandudno
I heard that guests of the St George's Hotel in Llandudno saw the mythical creature, the Afanc, when watching the bay from one of the hotel room balconies.
Tue Dec 18 13:59:45 2007
lindabrabin liverpool
i was staying in a b and b in avron ave in Llandudno. me and my husband made a comment on how cold it was in the room even though the central heating was on. in the early hours of the morning i saw an old lady in an old nightdress pass over the floor of the room carrying a cup and saucer. she had a smile on her face before walking towards the door. at this point i hid under the douvet my heart was pounding - i will not be staying there again
Tue Nov 13 10:04:44 2007
Heidi, Llandudno
My boyfriend Steven and I went up to the graveyard on the Great Orme a couple of months ago as a bit of fun with a close friend. We were messing around and trying to scare each other and generally being silly. My boyfriend Steven decided to use his mobile phone to record some video footage as a kind of homage to "most haunted/blair witch".
When we got home and looked at the video file there was one section where you can't hear any kind of noise pollution, but then you can make out what I would honestly say is a whispering sound. We played it back and it really scared all of us. We deleted it straight away and were all really spooked. It's not something any of have mentioned again as i know my best friend was really freaked out.
Sat Mar 4 13:39:58 2006
Mary
The story was great - it built tension and made me jump.
Thu Mar 2 09:50:09 2006
Mia Molloy, Dwygyfylchi
In the mid nineties I lived in a bedsit on Carmen Sylva Road in Craig-y-Don and lots of weird stuff happened there. I had only lived there a day, and when I got home from work all my shoes were mixed up in the middle of the floor. A couple of nights later my square clock that was hanging on the wall flew from one side to the other. Also, milk used to go off overnight(yes, my fridge was switched on!). The last staw came when I got home after a night out and my three dining room chairs were stacked on top of one another. I moved out the next day.
Thu Feb 9 22:03:14 2006
Ad, Colwyn Bay
I was walking with my friends and their dog up the hill in Rhos on Sea (the bryn) and it was about half 9 and just going dark; we got to the top and looked down towards Colwyn Bay: on the path farther down were about 10 lights in close formation; as we climbed down the lights were in front of us, moving away. Thinking it was someone we knew, we ran towards them but when we got about 5 feet away the dog started to bark and the lights vanished!
Wed Feb 8 15:54:04 2006
Chris, Rhos on Sea
I user to work at the Broadway Boulevard nightclub in Llandudno (formerly the Grand Theatre). Back in 1993 I was a barman there for a few months. Once night myself and another lad were brushing up the kitchen/back corridor area. There is an unused stairwell leading to some old rooms now used for storage. The door was gone and there was just darkness. We skived off for a bit and started throwing bottle tops into the darkness to see if we could judge the depth of the room. We soon got bored and started brushing again. A few minutes later 2 bottle tops came flying out of the darkness and landed on the floor next to us. We just ran!
Tue Feb 7 21:05:10 2006
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