Wuthering Heights

“I must stop it, nevertheless!” I muttered, knocking my knuckles through the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; instead of which, my fingers closed on a little ice-cold hand! ...I tried to draw back my arm but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, “Let me in – let me in!” 

As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child’s face looking through the window. “Begone!,” I shouted, “I’ll never let you in, not if you beg for twenty years.” 

“It’s twenty years," mourned the voice, ”Twenty years, I've been a waif for twenty years!” 

-From "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte

I enjoyed trying my hand at something spooky for this assignment. I was quite intrigued by the excerpt that we were given, so I walked to the library and borrowed the book. I got about halfway through before deciding that it was kind of depressing. This scene with the little ghost is by far the most exciting part, at least from what I read.

Here are some shots of the drawing in progress.