It is Halloween and I am writing a lecture about Wuthering Heights. To that end, here is Branwell Brontë’s 1834 painting of his sisters. Look at them gazing out weirdly at us—or at—what? Why are they all looking off in such strange directions? Who on earth are they looking at? Obviously they are staring at ghosts. Branwell’s weak abilities as a painter here get at something real about the people he knew best.