About The House
A collection of curated encounters with the beautifully unsettling.
Unearthed and gathered from shadowed corners, the house whispers of haunted impressions, psychological landscapes, and quiet curiosities.
This is a sanctuary for the strange. For the ones who listen to silence.
Welcome Home.
Welcome to the House of Solitude.
The Rooms
The Grand Hall
Explorations, and real-world encounters with the beautifully forgotten places that are still watching.
The Drawing Room
Where pixels and frames become portals. Film, television & videogames that echo with psychological depth and immersive strangeness.
The Garden Room
A space for wandering ideas, quiet thoughts, and reflections that don’t quite belong anywhere else in the house.
The Library
A quiet collection of book reviews and literary reflections. Stories that linger, language that haunts.
The Music Room
Closed until further notice. Undergoing refurbishment due to safety concerns and unresolved acoustics.
The Strong Room
Members-only access. Temporarily sealed while the Housekeeper reviews the inventory.
A message from The Founder
I’ve always been drawn to Horror.
Not the kind that screams or slashes, but the kind that lingers.
The quiet kind.
Stories of ghosts, haunted places, and haunted people.
Stories that whisper.
Abandoned places and forgotten spaces have always held a strange allure for me. There’s a sadness in them. A reverence.
Not too long ago, someone painstakingly drew up their plans. Someone else made those drawings real. Someone chose the paint colours, the cushions, the wallpaper. A family called it home. Children took their first steps there. Learned to read. And then, time moved on.
Perhaps it was a bridge that stood for a hundred years, or a theme park once brimming with laughter. It could have been a trainline that carried passengers on their daily commutes for 100 years until technology progressed and left them all behind.
And yet, they’re still standing.
Still watching. Just not quite as they once were.
House of Solitude was born from that feeling. A place for stories that remember. That haunt. That honour the strange beauty of what’s been forgotten or misunderstood.
We curate moments that are emotionally resonant, psychologically layered, and quietly unsettling. Moments that sit with you. Stories that whisper.
For those drawn to silence, shadow, and the stories that linger, this is your home. This is a sanctuary for the strange.
Welcome Home.
Welcome to the House of Solitude.
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