Hihihi, perfekte Story für Sonntagmorgen: Eine Floristin wird von der Schaufenster-Typo des ehemaligen Sexshops heimgesucht. Jeden Morgen sammelt sich das Kondenswasser des Nebels an den Stellen, an denen vorher die Lettern „Licensed Sex Shop“ angebracht waren. Geister-Sexshop-Typo... hach.


Every morning, large letters spelling out the store's previous function are clearly visible to passers by in Reigate, Surrey.

Clare Ross, who owns Willows flower shop with her mum, Shirley, said: "We have done everything we can to get rid of it but it just won't go.

"Every day it's back. I knew this place had been a sex shop but it was completely empty when we took it over. There were no signs of its past at all.

"Then suddenly these huge letters appeared in the morning condensation saying licensed sex shop above our Interflora sign." She sponged it away every morning only for it to come back the next day.

She said: "I was worried it would put our customers off. There was a big hoo-haa when the sex shop opened because it's not that kind of town and it is very residential round here.

"We are trying to sell love and romance, not sex."

Sex shop haunts florist (via Arbroath)