Welcome to the HOUSEKEEPING HOTEL
A peculiar place of rooms, residents, and records.
Rumours From The Desk
From time to time, the Hotel whispers.
Not everything spoken at the Housekeeping Hotel is confirmed.
Some things are overheard. Some are repeated. Others arrive without explanation and are quietly set down behind the desk.
These entries are fragments — rumours, observations, and partial accounts drawn from the rooms and those who pass through them. They are offered without guarantee, and without obligation to explain what lies deeper.
What is shared here is what the concierge is willing to let be heard.
THE ROOMS
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Take A Moment To Settle In, Curious Characters And Some Peculiar Rooms Are Open Just Beyond The Hall.
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Advised for anyone who owns an ascot with a purpose unknown to them.
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A place where candles hum spells, wallpapers whisper mischief, and our portraits routinely change expressions.
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Where the Maître d, is a hedgehog and the odd feel perfectly at home.
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A club for adventurous dreamers with who sail with krakens, currents, and wanderlust.
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Where mermaids, octopus’s and ocean creatures come to relax and mingle. Overseen by our in house octopus whisperer.
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Where astute minds explore, wild spirits rest, and impeccably dressed creatures take their holiday.
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The Reliquary of Lost Pages is the hotel’s quiet sanctuary of forgotten stories, half-remembered tales, and pages that slipped free from time. Here, the unread, the misplaced, and the beautifully unfinished are kept with great tenderness.
THE VAULT
Some works are released briefly, then returned to safekeeping.
The Vault is currently sealed.