“The narrator, I think, must succeed in frightening himself
before he can think of frightening his reader…”
~ E.F. Benson
Caledonia presents
E.F. Benson’s “How Fear Departed From the Long Gallery.”
In the
competition for Britain’s
most haunted house, Church-Peveril beats Hogwart’s Shrieking Shack by several
lengths of shrouding linen. Master Anthony, for example, still rides his mare
up the front staircase many a night, while great-great-grandmama Bridget
occasionally conducts “vague business” by a bedroom fireplace. Don’t speak to
her, for she led a “sultry” life, cutting relatives’ throats and disemboweling
herself with the axe used at Agincourt.
The
present day Peverils are more inclined toward country sports and merriment than
the nefarious deeds of their ancestors. But there’s one ghost—or rather three—whom even the
Peverils fear.
The name is Howard. Bob Howard. Please don't hurt me... 
Caledonia shares stories from her home turf by, diligently researched and curated by local journalist Steve Dunkelberger.
"They were bound to call him 'Tiny.' The name was good for a laugh when he was a pup, and many times afterward...
This week: we make one final visit to that golden era of car broiled food; unfamiliar beds; and that strange and memorable bonding that happens when a family travels together over miles of open road.
Red the tree was a community of her own, a fixture in the neighborhood. Working with both a shy girl, and a naive young boy, Red endeavours to connect where other forces would rend apart, all the while with Red's own existence hanging perilously on the line.
