A few weeks ago me and my dad made some Felt Creatures at Felt Mistresses workshop at Foyles Bookshop. But strange things have started to happen, I see movement out of the corner of my eye and when I turn around Carlos and Baader would somehow look… different. I hear chuckling and muttering in a low voice coming from the spare room. But I’m sure it’s fine.
Foyles is apparently built upon an old Indian burial ground.