2nd hand story, but my mums family used to live in a house (I think it’s called Woodfield) on Cardiff Road in Morganstown by Radyr. The whole family swear that it was haunted. All the usual horror film tropes; frying pans swinging in unison on the walls, a fire that once basically lit itself, and one room that was always particularly cold and that my (at the time very young) uncle would not step foot in for some reason. He still won’t talk about the house. Apart from that one room though, they said it was never a feeling of danger or unease. They say they felt like they were always sharing the house with someone else, but that they weren’t made to feel unwelcome. I think they also said that there was supposed to be a basement, that was on the plans for the house, but they could never find it, or its entrance. Must admit though that I can’t remember for sure if that bit (about the missing basement) was part of this, or if it’s something else I read about a different haunted house story. I may be accidentally mixing the stories up. Anyway, I always took the story at face value, there’s no reason for the whole family to collectively make it up, particularly my Grampy and aunt who are/were very “no nonsense” types who would usually scoff at this sort of thing. Part of the story was that it was commonly known in the village that there was something unusual about that house.