This illustrated book is an A-Z of the ghostly places around the county. Includes hauntings at Chester, Runcorn, Macclesfield, Nantwich and Sandbach.

If you are looking for traditional, stereotyped ghost stories, this is not the book for you. You won't find any cliched, chain-rattling ghosts roaming castle ruins in Tom Slemen's Haunted Cheshire, nor will you encounter any of the regurgitated Cheshire legends which pad out so many books on supernatural folklore. Within this volume Tom Slemen has brought together a fascinating and thought-provoking collection of stories from his extensive files on the paranormal. During the research for his previous books on the ghosts of Merseyside, which resulted in the Haunted Liverpool series, he accumulated a wealth of material concerning the county of Cheshire. Most of the stories came from Cheshire people who heard Tom's spot on several local radio stations. Cheshire listeners bombarded Tom by telephone, letters, faxes and e-mail, with intriguing tales of ghostly hitchhikers, doppelgangers, curses, angels, time-warps, banshees, vampires, witches, warlocks, and spine-chilling premonitions. The response was phenomenal and quite unexpected. In Haunted Cheshire, you can read about the voodoo curse of the bus driver from Poynton, the Winsford vampire, the mummified lady from Hollinwood and many more chilling tales of ghosts, poltergeists and strange happenings from around the most haunted county in England.

»The Canterville Ghost« is a short story by Oscar Wilde, originally published in 1891. OSCAR WILDE, born in 1854 in Dublin, died in 1900 in Paris, was an Irish prose writer, playwright, essayist, and poet. Wilde's significance as a symbol for persecuted homosexuals around the world is immeasurable. Wilde himself was sentenced to prison and hard labour, his works were boycotted, theatrical productions were shut down, and he was publicly vilified. The Picture of Dorian Gray [1890] is his most famous work.

Oregon folklore traditions are kept alive in 25 expert retellings of hauntings and strange happenings by master storyteller S. E. Schlosser and through artist Paul Hoffman’s evocative illustrations.

The good ship sped on her way across the calm Atlantic. It was an outward passage, according to the little charts which the company had charily distributed, but most of the passengers were homeward bound, after a summer of rest and recreation, and they were counting the days before they might hope to see Fire Island Light. On the lee side of the boat, comfortably sheltered from the wind, and just by the door of the captain's room (which was theirs during the day), sat a little group of returning Americans. The Duchess (she was down on the purser's list as Mrs. Martin, but her friends and familiars called her the Duchess of Washington Square) and Baby Van Rensselaer (she was quite old enough to vote, had her sex been entitled to that duty, but as the younger of two sisters she was still the baby of the family)—the Duchess and Baby Van Rensselaer were discussing the pleasant English voice and the not unpleasant English accent of a manly young lordling who was going to America for sport. Uncle Larry and Dear Jones were enticing each other into a bet on the ship's run of the morrow. “I'll give you two to one she don't make 420,” said Dear Jones. “I'll take it,” answered Uncle Larry. “We made 427 the fifth day last year.” It was Uncle Larry's seventeenth visit to Europe, and this was therefore his thirty-fourth voyage. “And when did you get in?” asked Baby Van Rensselaer. “I don't care a bit about the run, so long as we get in soon.” “We crossed the bar Sunday night, just seven days after we left Queenstown, and we dropped anchor off Quarantine at three o'clock on Monday morning.” “I hope we sha'n't do that this time. I can't seem to sleep any when the boat stops.” “I can, but I didn't,” continued Uncle Larry, “because my stateroom was the most for'ard in the boat, and the donkey-engine that let down the anchor was right over my head.” “So you got up and saw the sun rise over the bay,” said Dear Jones, “with the electric lights of the city twinkling in the distance, and the first faint flush of the dawn in the east just over Fort Lafayette, and the rosy tinge which spread softly upward, and——”...

People have lived and died in Chester for over 2,000 years, and stories of ghosts have swirled around the city all that time. What is unusual about the city is the frequency of new sightings – fresh examples of paranormal activity. Chester, City of Ghosts is a handy guide to these hauntings, both past and present, and clearly shows why Chester is in the running for most actively haunted settlement in the country. Read the stories, follow the maps, visit the buildings and soon you will agree – and you might even experience some ghostly activity yourself...

Litchfield is Connecticut's least populated county, yet it boasts more ghosts and legends than anywhere else in the region. Indian spirits and curses pursue those who wronged them. Haunted caves and camps harbor spirits that once called these places home. The Clairvoyant of Colebrook communicated regularly with the dead, while some guests of the Yankee Pedlar Inn refuse to leave. From the Twin Lakes Ghost Canoe in Salisbury to the friendly literary spirit at the Bank Street Book Nook, echoes of the past abound. Tom D'Agostino and Arlene Nicholson reveal the dark secrets of the Nutmeg State's shadowy northwest corner.