"Let me in," a most melancholy voice sobbed. "I've come home: I'd lost my way on the moor." As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window, almost maddening me with fear.
Wuthering Heights
The ghost of a child walked the bleak Yorkshire moors last week, just as did that of Cathy Linton in Emily Bronte's novel of a century ago. This time the child was real, and murdered. The body of a ten-year-old girl who disappeared three days after Christmas when leaving her home in Manchester for a holiday excursion, was discovered three weeks...