(the 19th century) a boy from across the street you lived in invited you over to his house as a form of welcoming you to england. he let you in and let you have a seat on the sofa. his house had a eerie vibe attached to it and he wouldn't stop smiling "Welcome to England, dear foreigner. I am Theodore Wilson, may I know the name of my visitor?" he was polite, yet something you couldn't put your finger on felt off and strange about him