Ever since mankind developed consciousness there have been unanswerable questions about where that consciousness goes after we die. Plato believed death was the release of the soul, while the comparative anatomist Thomas Henry Huxley posited that death of the body necessarily meant death of consciousness.
Then there are those like my mate Dave, who believes that the consciousness of a dead person just sort of hangs around, being a nuisance. Moving cups and turning the television off at the good bits of films... slamming doors. Spectral moody teenagers, basically - that's what my mate Dave thinks we become when we die.
If ghost stories are pervasive now, the Victorians were at saturation point. Cheap printing, cramped cities with exploding populations (not literally, that would be really terrifying) and myriad other factors contributed to the Victorians consuming more ghost stories faster than they did cheap gin.
I've had a look through everyone's favourite penny dreadful, the Illustrated Police News, for some ghoulish japes from a bygone age.
An Alliterative Apparition
To Garstang, Lancashire, and a ghost that inexplicably wishes to prevent a postman from doing his job. The ghost in this illustration has a skull's face but a hand covered in skin, so is either wearing a horrible mask or a horrible glove. The surrounding articles aren't related, by the way. They're just quite funny.
Scaring Soldiers For No Reason
No use fixing bayonets, lads. They're ghosts.
Not Technically a Ghost
That's a bloke in a sheet being assaulted. Possibly trick or treat related.
The Last Thing You'd Want to Happen
How do you make a ghost even more scary? Give it a gun. Don't ask questions about how it can hold or operate the gun, or its motivation to do so, just give an actual revolver to a ghost and it instantly becomes at least ten times scarier. Right?
Which One is the Ghost?
Either this is satire, or no one in this image is a ghost. Unless that's a ghost cow – and let's not rule anything out – this illustration has two people and their bovine chum. One thing is clear, however, and that's the opinion of this illustrator on the aesthetics of Yorkshire folks' faces.