Tale Of A Corpse Candle


My informant told me that one John Roberts, Felin-y-Wig, was in the habit

of sitting up a short time after his family had retired to rest to smoke

a quiet pipe, and the last thing he usually did before retiring for the

night was to take a peep into the night. One evening, whilst peering

around, he saw in the distance a light, where he knew there was no house,

and on further notice he observed that it was slowly going along the roa

from Bettws-Gwerfil-Goch towards Felin-y-Wig. Where the road dipped the

light disappeared, only, however, to appear again in such parts of the

road as were visible from John Roberts's house. At first Roberts thought

that the light proceeded from a lantern, but this was so unusual an

occurrence in those parts that he gave up this idea, and intently

followed the motions of the light. It approached Roberts's house, and

evidently this was its destination. He endeavoured to ascertain whether

the light was carried by a man or woman, but he could see nothing save

the light. When, therefore, it turned into the lane approaching

Roberts's house, in considerable fear he entered the house and closed the

door, awaiting, with fear, the approach of the light. To his horror, he

perceived the light passing through the shut door, and it played in a

quivering way underneath the roof, and then vanished. That very night

the servant man died, and his bed was right above the spot where the

light had disappeared.