A Ghost Story Omnibus Volume Two

De: H.E. Bulstrode

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Nine ghost stories spanning the ages from the ninth century to the present day.

Epitaph
An academic with antiquarian inclinations is about to learn that posthumous reputations can, at times, be rather jealously guarded.

The Fighting Cheribatsu
As the Second World War rages, the urbane and somewhat wistful Sir Henry Fennick recollects the visit of Mr and Mrs Motazuku some quarter of a century earlier. Life at Lower Chertwell had appeared so full of promise. Such a brief visit, yet so profound. Poor little Bertie.

Equal Shares
An apparently generous bequest proves to possess some rather unusual, and disagreeable, stipulations.

The Cross at Crickmead
No relic of the past is so sacred that it may not be removed to make way for the new. That was, and is, the spirit of the age. And so the ambitions of a young Victorian surveyor are permitted to get the better of him. Foolish, especially when considering that he had come to learn so much of the cross. But, what in God’s name does Odin have to do with it? Does anyone know?

The Bread Oven
In the vicinity of the village of Plougvillac, the past, it would seem, casts the longest and darkest of shadows, no more so than when the sun shines at its brightest. An Easter break at an idyllic Breton gîte leads to an unwitting discovery that will change the lives of a young family forever. It is a mystery to which the toads croak their unworthy answer.

Lord Guthlac’s Wife
There is much that is wondrous in a mediaeval chronicle, and so it proves here. A Norman lord, finding the spoils of conquest insufficient, must have that which was dearest to his Saxon predecessor, but at what cost?

The Recovery Man
It is not St Peter with whom we are acquainted as the recovery man works the nightshift on the roads of urban West Yorkshire, but a Peter of an altogether more notorious stamp. He knows just what he’s doing, unlike the poor souls confined in his cab.

Levelling
Something belches forth from the foetid depths of a Somerset ditch on a hot summer’s day. It is late August 1975, and Dr Geoffrey Meadham has brought his wife to his childhood home. Of his time here, he has never spoken, and she is about to learn why; she is about to learn the meaning of ‘levelling’.

Eileen of the Aisles
All right, chuck? Course you are. Eileen knows. She’s been watching you. Watching everyone else, an’ all. There’s nowt she likes more than sticking her beak in, and there’s plenty to stick it into round ‘ere. Hazelworth – it’s not what it were once, but it’s still Yorkshire. Eileen knows everything about everyone, or so she likes to think, but just what is it that she’s doing roaming the aisles of her favourite German discounter?