A HAUNTING dream
This lonely ghost certainly went to great lengths to find some company.
Touching the ancient stone, I closed my eyes and imagined myself transported back hundreds of years. I was walking round Ewloe Castle in Wales. Built in 1258 I could imagine knights of old jousting, maidens calling out to them from the windows above.
I walked on, the clash of swords and armour ringing in my imagination.
Then, suddenly, I froze. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man. He was wearing scruffy dark medieval clothes and had a beard.
I turned to look at him and he vanished. But when I looked from the corner of my eye, there he was again. He was staring right at me, as if to check I’d seen him…
I headed home, feeling creeped out.
Then a few nights later I had a dream about the castle. In it, the figure appeared stepping forward in his scruffy clothes.
‘My name is Emlyn,’ he said. ‘I need you to see how I died and to remember me.’
Then a young man, aged about 18, joined him. Suddenly the lad lunged at Emlyn, tore his chest open with a flint-like stone and ripped out his still-beating heart.
I cried out.
Emlyn’s face distorted in agony. The image was vivid and horrifying.
Still dreaming, I ran away, eventually finding myself in a box bedroom in a house where orbs were flying around. Then my friend Lucy from work walked in.
‘What are you doing in my room?’ she frowned. Then in walked someone else. Emlyn the ghost!
I woke up, covered in sweat.
‘It was just a dream,’ I sighed with relief. Next day I headed to work from my home in Deeside, Flintshire and spotted Lucy in the canteen.
‘I had such a strange dream last night,’ she said.
‘So did I,’ I shuddered.
‘I dreamt of you, in my bedroom, asking about orbs. Then a medieval man walked in!’ she shivered.
My stomach lurched. That was the exact dream I’d had.
Had Emlyn made me astrally project into Lucy’s room so she could see him too? Had he picked her because, like me, she believed in spirits?
I got a sense that Emlyn had been walking the grounds for many years, protecting the woods where he had once lived but in need of company.
I believe he’d come through in my dream so we could meet properly.
Now, years on, I see Emlyn whenever I visit the castle. I always wave and say hello. I’ve even brought ghost hunting groups to see him and we’ve managed to snap his photo where he was holding a crossbow.
I think Emlyn was wandering the space, lost and lonely for generations, but now he has a friend in me and isn’t lonely any more.