The Pembrokeshire Ghost

**The Lonely Cottage**
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A small cottage nestled on the lonely Pembrokeshire coast, in an area known as St. Brides Bay. It was said that the bay gets its name from the ancient church that stands near the cliffs, dedicated to the patron saint of young brides.

The picturesque little cottage had white walls and a thatched roof, surrounded by wildflowers and tall grasses. It had been passed down through generations of a local family, who would often spend their summers there, enjoying the peaceful surroundings and the shoothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore. On winter nights, they would enjoy the open fire’s warmth as the wind howled over the sea.

However, as the years went by, the cottage began to fall into disrepair. To the villager’s bemusement, the family stopped visiting, and the cottage was left to the elements. The thatch began to rot, the windows cracked, and the walls crumbled. Eventually, the cottage was abandoned, and it became nothing more than a forgotten ruin.

But the cottage was not truly abandoned. For it was said that the ghost of a young woman still lingered there, wandering the ruins, her long, white dress trailing behind her. She was said to be the ghost of a young woman who had lived in the cottage many years ago. She had been in love with a young man from the village, but their love was forbidden by her family and he was sent to sea to keep them apart. In a fit of despair, she threw herself from the cliffs, her ghost remaining behind to mourn her lost love.

The villagers avoided the cottage, believing it to be cursed. But one day, a young couple, drawn by the beauty of the coast, decided to buy the cottage and restore it to its former glory. As they began their renovations, they soon discovered that the ghost of the young woman was not the only thing haunting the cottage. There were strange noises in the night and objects would move on their own. The couple became terrified and decided to leave the cottage, never to return.

Now, the cottage once again stands abandoned, and the ghost of the young woman still wanders the ruins, her love for her lost lover still unfulfilled. It is said that on quiet nights, her ghostly figure can be seen standing on the cliffs, looking out to sea, waiting for the return of her true love.

The villagers say that the wind whispers her name on stormy nights and, until someone is brave enough to restore the cottage and fill it with laughter and true love, the ghost of the young woman will continue to wander the Pembrokeshire coast, a lonely and sad figure, forever trapped in the past and the present.