Not Exactly Ghosts by Andrew Caldecott is a collection of downright terrifying tales of blood, anger, and jealousy. Excerpt: "Narrow in bounds, but wide in variety, the garden of Tilchington Rectory was one of the most beautiful in the South Country. It lay in a hollow, some four to five chains broad, down the middle of which ran a small and clear brook marked on the ordnance map as R. Tilch, but beloved of its riparians as, simply, our stream."
