Seeing a ghost is bad enough. But what if the dead woman’s Charlotte Brontë?

‘No bike wheels spinning high in the air, no ghastly corpse, or crumpled victim propped against a wall. The street was damp and devoid of life, but also of death.

‘I watched the water running away. All I could think was one small thought. I hadn’t known Charlotte could ride a bike.

’Ghostly happenings, death and destruction, a few twists and unexpected endings. All part of the mix in Watching Charlotte Brontë Die: and other surreal stories.

‘Mystery does arise in many different places in this collection of nine stories from somewhat intriguing realities. Be prepared for the unexpected.’ Ingrid Stevens