During the night, the London fog had crept in on the city and stalked silently up river, stolen quietly over the boats and stealthily hidden the mud flats. It extinguished all light in its path. Little candles shivered and went out. People groped their way home through dark passages and once safely inside their houses shut their doors and did not come out again. 

I have reset this true account of a drowned body to Victorian London. It is very much inspired by Charles Dicken’s Our Mutual Friend. I am not a great fan of horror movie genres to be honest. I think the natural world is quite terrifying enough.