A collection of curated encounters with the beautifully unsettling.

Every so often, a game appears that makes you squint at the screen and think, “Haven’t I been traumatised by this art style before?” Enter Reanimal.

A ghost is an emotion bent out of shape, condemned to repeat itself time and time again, until it rights the wrong that was done.

Netflix is many things. Convenient, overwhelming, and occasionally determined to hide every horror film you actually want to watch. Fortunately, the House Keeper has recently discovered a little‑known workaround.

Twenty-seven rooms exploring Voodoo rites, Freemason temples, alchemical experiments, witchcraft, demonology, séances, and even the world’s largest collection of haunted dolls.

In case you missed it at the Cinema, you can now enjoy the chaos, panic, and the gentle reminder that society can, in fact, get worse, from the comfort of your own living room.

The House Keeper placed this on the list with a small, satisfied nod. “Homes like this don’t settle,” she said. “They wait.” Whether she meant the fictional house or ours was unclear. We decided not to press the matter.
A collection of curated encounters with the beautifully unsettling.


Because apparently the Upside Down wasn’t content with just haunting Netflix.

Nothing says “fresh year, fresh start” like voluntarily returning to a town that behaves like a psychological escape room designed by someone who personally hates you.

We’re still tethered to Halloween’s shadow, holding onto the last scraps of darkness before before December’s glitter seeps into the foundations and mingles with the dust. Call it denial – or just good taste before the season turns obnoxiously bright.

London isn’t short on cemeteries. With around 85,000 deaths recorded in the capital each year, we all have to end up somewhere. And yet, in a city founded nearly 2,000 years ago, burial space is running out.

There’s nothing more beautiful than a bookshelf filled with stories, and nothing more haunting than one where the covers all speak as one.

Crooked lines, pale faces, and a kind of melancholy that feels oddly comforting. Like many, his worlds have always felt familiar to me. Instantly recognizable, and comforting in the most macabre way.

Once a grand entrance for first-class passengers arriving to visit the relocated Crystal Palace, this subterranean vestibule now stands as a poetic echo of a vanished era.

In my procrastination to avoid committing 80+ hours of my life to Death Stranding 2, I accidentally stumbled into a 4-hour existential crisis.

“The beauty and the brutal, the macabre and the romantic, life and death – is at the core of my practice.” – Gary James McQueen

Reflections on crafting horror that feels distinctly British – rooted in isolation, industrial melancholy, and emotional realism.

I’ve been trying to pinpoint the exact moment I realised I was ‘into’ things other people just weren’t. Two obscure fascinations spring to mind
Have your own curiosity to share?
Why not write to the House.
Letters tend to vanish into the study, where the House Keeper reads them with the solemn focus of someone deciphering ancient hieroglyphs.
All letters are read. Some are answered. A few are filed in the archives for reasons the House Keeper refuses to elaborate on.
