because Emily Bronte kicks ass

You teach me how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why do you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry, and wring out my kisses and tears; they’ll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me--then what right had you to leave me? Because misery, and degradation and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart--you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
-Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

There have been at least 10 film versions of this novel. The only one that matters is the one with Lawrence Olivier and Merle Oberon. Don't even think about getting the colorized version. You want it in black and white with a big bowl of popcorn, and you want it now.

It's a love story, but it's also a ghost story. Sometimes it is worse to be haunted by the living.