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ONE OF US is proud to unveil its stand alone short film program after the success of HOUSE ON HAUNTED HILL’S ‘Shorts Macabre.’

Promoting the off kilter, this program will focus on the SURREAL in all its forms.

WE are dedicated to breaking the mould and will be transporting you to the set of George Melies ‘Under The Sea’ for your viewing and end with a surprise guest performance…

Popcorn will be provided by our sponsor Portle Bay Popcorn and drinks from the fabulous Zig Zag Teas.

Tickets are £5 and can be bought on the door and from here:


The Fox & Phoenix,

Unit 2, Tower House, 139 Fonthill Road,

N4 3 HF


Edmund Roland ‘LTD’
An ex-salaryman who has lost his way in London is confronted by his past in the shape of a former colleague in an East London squat.

Max Lincoln ‘Thyme’
A story about escape, cooking and thyme.

Fred Rowson ‘Woodhouse’
The Woodhouse Nature Reserve, South East London. It’s a sprawling hectare of knotted ivy and mossy tree stumps. And while its edges are speckled with rusting tins and damp takeaway boxes, its interior is verdant, untouched. There, beyond the padlocked gates some thing, some creature is living.

Noelle Rodrigues &Gareth Warland ‘I Open My Eyes And I See Something’
The psychological journey of a girl who must confront her traumatic childhood. Emotions and memories resurface with brutal and challenging consequences.

The Last Skeptik ‘Cheerio’
Taken from The Last Skeptik’s recent e.p entitled ‘I Don’t Even Like You’ the video for ‘Cheerio’ stars comedian / actor Doc Brown unravelling behind a mask in a video exploring the perils of drugs, booze, parties in an attempt to avoid reality.

Gabriel Robertson ‘Bucket’

After a devastating discovery at a fancy dress party, a young man contemplates suicide before an abandoned baby catches his eye and shakes him from his ill intent. Now, faced with taking care of it until the police arrive, he recruits his former best friend – but things are far from simple.

Simone Smith ‘Red’
A psychological hue which resembles that of blood evoked in the human observer.

Tim Bonner ‘Under A Vest’
As darkness falls across the city, a blonde with a gun investigates a noise – but all is not what it seems…

Mark Brown & Phil Haine ‘Somebody To Love’
When Sebastian brings home Cassandra he thinks he has found perfection. The fact that she is dead is only the first indication that perfection is rarely, if ever, attained.

Ben Garfield ‘The Players’
A single overhead lamp lights the scene as five shady characters prepare for a game of high stakes-poker. As the cards are dealt and the players place their bets, we start to suspect things might not be quite as they seem. What’s really at stake here?

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I started ImmerCity in 2012 after university. The company is dedicated to creating immersive theatre that focuses on the relationships between characters and audience. I am particularly interested in how a performance changes our perception of space. Much of our work is written for a particular location. For instance we created a ghost walk for Holland Park, a witches seance for the basement of Babel Studios and an alien invasion for a car park in North Kensington.
“The Perilous Party” is being designed especially for the St Pancras clock tower. It was inspired by the idea of a Haunted House Party that is the central feature of the movie ‘The House on Haunted Hill’. It promises to be an evening of macabre entertainment and melodramatic spirits. I have always been a huge Agatha Christie fan, especially of her more spiritual detectives like Mr Harley Quinn. This show is an opportunity to combine a spooky murder mystery with an evening of games and movies. Audience interaction is one of the most joyful (if chaotic) aspects of immersive theatre and this is a wonderful opportunity for us to blend event with performance in a unique way.





Frederick and Annabelle Loren invite you to a “HAUNTED HOUSE” party. Whoever stays in the house for one night will earn £1,000,000.

Guests will enjoy an hour and a half of “ENTERTAINMENT” before being treated to a screening of William Castle’s “House on Haunted Hill” (1959) as well as a curated selection of macabre shorts.

DRESS TO IMPRESS in late fifties early 60s attire.

Do arrive up to 30 minutes early and enjoy a BESPOKE BEVERAGE in our salon.

Performances on the 18th and 19th of April will be in ST MATTHEWS CHURCH on Saint Matthew’s Row, a church dating back to 1743 that sits above 80,000 GRAVES. Having survived FIRE, BOMB damage and a rector who was a contemporary of the notorious KRAY brothers (running the brothels and gambling dens of the area) it was rebuilt in 1961, the design spear headed by architect Anthony Lewis who commissioned young artists to create the distinctive insides.

Address: Saint Matthew’s Row, London E2 6DT

Performances on the 25th and 26th of April will be in room 5.10 in the GOTHIC George Gilbert Scott designed ST PANCRAS CLOCK TOWER CHAMBERS, Euston Road NW1. WATCH for the umbrella’d ones stationed outside the St Pancras Renaissance Hotel.

Address: St Pancras Chambers (by the entrance of St Pancras Renaissance Hotel), Euston Road, London NW1 2AR


Tickets are £20, with a limited sale of early bird tickets for £15.
You can buy tickets for St Matthews Church here:

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After years of performing a strange ritual following her sister’s disappearance, Annabelle is close to finally being free…

Chloe Mashiter


Bubblecam The evenings event will be live streamed online. Our internet guests will be able to interact with you through the night, blowing bubbles at you from a hidden bubble machine. Think of it as a surreal form of CCTV – one that tells you when your being watched.

Lisa Hall


Open day to view the new St Matthews complex of luxury flats. Centrally located with easy access to various amenities and restaurants in ‘trendy’ Shoreditch. A unique opportunity to buy into an exquisite example of 18th century architecture and live in a building with a … COLOURFUL PAST.

Alex Zylko

Hard-bitten newspaper columnist Ruth Bridges plans to spend her time in the House documenting her experiences – but the House has other ideas…

Thomas Leo Midlane


Mr Dudley Peril invites you to a party – a haunted house party. There will be games, drinks and maybe even a murder…

Rosanna  Mallinson, Immercity


The previously unseen women of the house are back to tell their tales.

Zoe Hunter Gordon & India Crawford, Big Spoon


What is monstrosity? Can language be monstrous? This work draws on a history of grotesquerie, decorative programmes which emerged from the marginalia of texts. Spaces of fantasy, and representations of a nature that goes against nature, against the grain.  Poetry and images will be interlaced with one another to explore the relationship between word and image in the context of the monstrous and grotesque.

Yates Norton & Emma Stirling


A woman watches from the balcony, her white dress and mournful song drift down to him in wispy tendrils.

Mournful harmonies mingle in the echoing church, as two lovers re-live their ill-fated affair. Pick up your hymn book and turn to song number


Victoria Ellis

Artwork by Emily Tat

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Born in EAST GERMANY, he escaped with his parents to the WEST in 1983 and saw Bboys dancing in West Berlin for the first time in late 1983. His DJ career began in the late 90’s and since then he has played all over EUROPE,  RUSSIA & AFRICA. He is also A RED BULL MUSIC ACADEMY alum.
Having recently move to NY, he is exploring and being influenced by the music styles and sounds that the city brings together. He also a resident DJ at NY club staples like KINFOLK & VERBOTEN. Not only this, but he documents the NYC scene for the oldest HipHop magazine in Germany, BACKSPIN.
When he’s not on the decks, Sticky Dojah can be found in BASEMENTS & RECORD STORES digging for old vinyl.
WE shot STICKY in his neighbourhood in BUSHWICK BROOKLYN NYC.
Check the BOI owt:

Steph Berger





She is also the Executive Director of THE POETRY SOCIETY OF NEW YORK and MADAME of THE POETRY BROTHEL, THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT, and THE NEW YORK CITY POETRY FESTIVAL. She is the author of IN THE MADAME’S HAT BOX (Dancing Girl Press, 2011) and translator of THE GREY BIRD: THIRTEEN EMOJI POEMS IN TRANSLATION (Coconut Books, 2014).

Stephanie’s POETRY and TRANSLATIONS have appeared in The VoltaFence, Hyperallergic, The The Poetry, Electric Pumas, Elephant Journal, Bat City Review, Poetry Crush, Similar:Peaks, Smoking Glue Gun, La Fovea, H_NGM_N, Coconut, Interim, and other publications. Her work been reviewed in THE NEW YORKER, THE GUARDIAN, THE NY OBSERVER, THE NEW YORK POST, Poets & Writers Magazine, Styleite, Refinery 29, The Diagram, DAZED DIGITAL, Bookish, and The Poetry Foundation’s Harriet blog, among hundreds of other media outlets. Other honors include a residency from The Trust for Governors Island, grants from The Casement Fund and Hagedorn Foundation, and a 2015 &NOW Writing Award. Stephanie earned a B.A. in PHILOSOPHY and CRITICAL STUDIES at the UNIVERSITY OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, received an M.F.A. in POETRY from the NEW SCHOOL, and taught in the English Department at PACE UNIVERSITY.

You can read some of HER work below:

Gentlemen Prefer Bows Over Dinner

Gentlemen-Prefer-Bows-Over-Dinner-Stephanie-Berger-and-Carina-Finn1Old-time TV over Reebok, heaven over love.
After two beers their lips part; they get very lucky.
Four Martinis later, you’re homeless in America,
carrying an old-fashioned medical bag around
like your mother’s purse. This emergency is paramount,
tantamount, it is a Matterhorn, it is an emergency,
complete and full of meaning, explicitly significant
as a white flag—
Do you ever go to the Disney castle looking for smoke
stacks, a tea house? You are climbing everything
in the field outside my vision, which is the earth,
which is the target of a disaster. Love letters
over candy. Letters over love. There is no love outside
of the letter. There is a rose outside in the garden,
and I caught a falling leaf for the first time in my life.
I cut two copies of the key to my heart,
hammered light into sound, gunned down
three of my greatest opponents with a single shot.
I predicted this catastrophe, the catacombs
beneath the chapel, keyed the hammer, hammered the leaf
into forty smaller leaves. Even this endless heaven requires
an umbrella. Even this eternity retired
and hired a timekeeper. And we are on our way up
the Cyclone, the hurricane is coming. We are embarking
upon the Titanic on its third voyage across
the bottom of the sea, and we will wake up in different
hospitals, end up living in different palaces, one of us might
even camp outside for the night for the romance. The sun
also rises over ten different cities at once. You are climbing
everything in the field outside my vision
with the luck of a leaf. Stuck in seagrass, we flounder
like in the movies. At the end, after the great
disaster, we still take showers, get clean
and have our coffee, a small loaf of bread, and we eat it
with a fork and knife, gentlemen that we are.


Gathering the facts like so many

bones. They make a good tool

for telling you I am in love. With

the flint, I tear one open, climb in,

and speak: hold me close like a crucifix

above the river. I cannot cross it the way

I would my heart. In certain chambers,

the water pooled and stood. Day by day,

you recount your disillusions. You drink

from one spring & then the next. I have

remarked in women a curious ability

to embroider the facts. To get at the truth

I have been compelled to treat them as

pathological. What are her threats

but testimonies of love? That sincerity

she strewed about her as seed is

strewn and up grew a trampled flower.

Gathering the facts like so many flowers,

I just don’t like the water in the air

anymore. Stay on the ground. Let

your feet touch the bottom of the

spring, gaze longingly. These are

your instructions. It’s all you have

to do. He will love you too. You

will have a home. But I am scared

to descend. What if I hate it there?

So many birds in the air, pictures

in the rocks. It is vertiginous. Why

do they make it here, rather than

there? Because of the lichen, it is

impossible to see the footprints of

a child with the natural eye. His

life can be impenetrable because

of the footprints of his children

beneath the lichen. The sun is out &

water falls upon my head. My heart

takes leaps because of the lichen.



If you want to catch Stephanie in action as THE MADAME of the POETRY BROTHEL the next event is January 25th: