Archie Rodway worked evenings at Gregynog for five years as porter and house supervisor. He said that Room 8, where one of the Davies sisters had died in 1963, was always warm and peaceful. Room 7, next door, with exactly the same heating, was freezing and depressing, and he never knew why. A student staying at the hall said something whispered in her ear as she lay in bed; she screamed, and the other residents ended up sleeping together in one room for the rest of the night.
A house manager called Tom said he saw a stern woman with white hair in a bun, wearing an apron, looking out of the window of the old Edwardian laundry. He went to find her and the room was empty. Guests and staff have also talked of a woman on the top floor, believed to have been a nurse; one version says she threw herself from a window, and another that the ghost is actually her lover.
The strangest account is Gavin Grosvenor's, from many years back. He and a friend were near the Squew bridge at Tregynon at night when the moonlight reflected in the river seemed to form the shape of a woman in a long dress. A fierce wind came up out of nowhere, and then a woman without legs, in clothes a century out of date, came after them. They ran. None of these stories can be checked, but they come from people with names who knew the place well.
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