”Beware the Bwgan Fawr.” the old Vicar sighed. “Every chapel has to have its ‘Ysbryd capel’…”

“Its chapel ghost?” the younger clergyman replied. His pronunciation was still more ‘gog’, more Northern, than the man he was replacing felt comfortable with. Too… foreign. If such a phrase could be used for a fellow Welshman.

A shame, his body was found the morning after his first Midnight Mass. Just outside the chapel door, lying as if it had carried a great weight across the threshold, and then collapsed with the release of his burden. A heart attack, they said. Strange in someone so young.

The old vicar sensed a change though, as he entered for unexpected Christmas Day services. A younger, darker presence focussed upon the doorway’s arch. He had a feeling he knew who it was. Every chapel has to have its ghost.

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“Pob lwc.” the elder of Saint Joseph’s had wished me, after his strange warning. I presumed he meant for my first Mass to be held, as traditional, at Midnight on Christmas Eve. It went well, the service, with a fuller than expected attendance, to see the ‘new man’, I presumed.

Later, sat still in just the candle light, I sighed, thinking I’d found a final home. It was then that the Bwgan Fawr sighed too. A man of middling years, he seemed, from one of the middling centuries, but as translucent as chip paper fat.

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DoctorMikeReddy over 4 years ago

Inspired by the EG Swain story, “The Kirk Spook!” but I wanted a different, darker ending; one with consequences…

Galen over 4 years ago

I don't know what half those words mean but I love them just the same

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I do all sorts of things. Mostly badly. Mostly better than others. I tell stories. Occasionally, I lie.

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