When it comes to English spooks and Gothic tales, one cannot do better than Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.
While Heathcliff and Cathy get all the love (or whatever it was they had going on) few know that Emily Bronte herself is reputed to haunt the very same Yorkshire moors her two creepy lovers inhabit in her fiction.
Emily Bronte is perhaps the best known of that literary sorority, the Bronte Sisters, famous for her creepy Gothic romance, Wuthering Heights.
Although a classic of literature, for many years it was out of favor (at least with the male gender) but as supernatural romances are now back in vogue in a big way, this grandmother of all creepy romances has come into its own.
Only a morbidly romantic mind such as Emily Bronte’s could dream a tale like Wuthering Heights up, so it should not be so surprising that this nineteenth century authoress is also reputed to haunt the very landscape she wrote about.
Emily Bronte wrote Wuthering Heights when she was only 27 years old. Set in the Yorkshire Moors she knew so well, it is a moody novel full of yearning and secrets–and did I say it again–creepiness?
Emily died only three years after writing her masterpiece, in the very same rural Yorkshire countryside that her masterpiece is set in. Like her novel, hers was a life full of unfulfilled Victorian desires.
Emily Bronte is said to walk in the gardens of her former home in the Yorkshire village of Haworth.
They say she only can be seen in Haworth there between December 19th and January 2, coinciding with Yuletide. Those who claim to have seen her aver that she seems to be deep in thought.
And what stroll across the Yorkshire Moors is complete without encountering a Devil Dog? This would be the “Gytrash” a phantom demon canine said to haunt Ponden Hall, where the Bronte sisters used to hang out. Ponden Hall has become a mecca for Wuthering Heights fans and followers of the Bronte sisters in general.
Legend has it that Emily wrote a book even greater than Wuthering Heights but that it mysteriously disappeared soon after her death.
Rumor has it that sad, lonely, Emily wanders the moors looking for that lost manuscript and that until it is found her literary spirit will find no rest.
People who have encountered her shade along the byways of the North Country claim that if one tries to approach her, she will vanish like a puff of smoke.
So this beautiful phantom of a young girl remains forever out of reach–even if your name be Heathcliff.