In the 1980s I lived in a house in Abertridwr.

The house was built in 1911. From day one we had a feeling that we were not on our own.

My wife worked night shifts and I always felt on edge in the house on my own and I'm a big lad.

One night in the early hours of the morning I awoke with the feeling of a large dog on my chest and the sound of panting. I shouted at it to get off. The rest of the night I could not sleep.

When my wife came home I told her. Her reaction was enough as she told me that the same had happened to her when she had been sleeping during the day, but she thought she had dreamt it.

No need to say we sold the house as fast as we could and no, we did not tell the new owners about the phantom dog.

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