When I was a kid living in London I read this short horror story about a guy who moved to London and eventually it ate him. Literally, physically ate him. It terrified me. There was a bit in it where he went into a florist and it was dark and smokey and ghostly and everything was insanely expensive. Everytime I go past a florist in London I think of that story.
This ones in Selfridges.
Emmy x
