Tucked away in East London, among the hipster coffee shops and art studios, lies a shop that defies logic, reason, and quite possibly the natural order of things. Hoxton Street Monster Supplies is a shop like no other—unless, of course, you happen to know of another retailer specialising in Tinned Fear, Cubed Earwax, and Zombie Fresh Mints.
For over a decade, this delightfully peculiar establishment has been serving the monstrous and macabre community with all their essential (and some non-essential but highly entertaining) provisions. Whether you are a werewolf in need of a snack or a vampire looking for an artisanal blood substitute, Hoxton Street Monster Supplies has you covered. But behind the whimsical facade lies a rather heartwarming secret—one that makes this place all the more magical.
A Shop for Monsters (and the Odd Human)
Step inside, and you’ll find shelves lined with bottled Night Terrors, jars of Thickest Human Snot (pleasantly lemon-flavoured), and tins of Heebie-Jeebies. The packaging is wonderfully straight-faced, as if this were the most normal shop in the world, selling exactly what its customers demand.
And perhaps it is. After all, who are we to question the dietary needs of a banshee or the personal grooming habits of a yeti?
The store also offers essential literature for the discerning monster, including titles such as A Beginner’s Guide to Human Hiding and The (Un)Dead Poets Society. There’s even a register at the counter for customers to sign in with their full monster names—so don’t be surprised if you find yourself waiting in line behind “Lord Fangsworth the Fourth” or “Boris, Consumer of Souls.”
The Heartwarming Secret
Despite appearances, Hoxton Street Monster Supplies is not actually a front for a supernatural underworld (or, at least, they haven’t confirmed it yet). In reality, it serves as the storefront for Ministry of Stories, a non-profit organisation dedicated to inspiring young writers.
Founded in 2010 by author Nick Hornby, along with Lucy Macnab and Ben Payne, the Ministry of Stories is an initiative that helps children and young people develop their creative writing skills. Inspired by the success of Dave Eggers’ 826 Valencia project in San Francisco (which hides behind the Pirate Supply Store), the organisation provides workshops, mentoring, and a creative space for aspiring young writers.
The proceeds from every jar of Salt Made From Tears of Sorrow or bar of Impacted Earwax Fudge go directly toward funding free writing workshops for children. Essentially, every purchase of a tin of Escalating Panic contributes to nurturing the literary monsters of the future.
A Community of Creatures (and Writers)
Over the years, Hoxton Street Monster Supplies has become something of a cult favourite, drawing in visitors from all over the world who come to marvel at its brilliantly deadpan products. The shop itself is staffed by a mix of volunteers and Ministry of Stories team members, all of whom are more than happy to discuss the finer points of werewolf grooming or the best way to season a batch of dried goblin kidneys.
Even better, the store frequently collaborates with designers, artists, and writers to create new and ridiculous products. Limited-edition releases have included items like “Death Certificates for Favourite Socks” and “Organ Marmalade” (don’t ask). Their online shop also means that monsters outside of London can get their supplies shipped directly to their caves, lairs, or haunted mansions.
A Must-Visit for the Monstrously Curious
Hoxton Street Monster Supplies is one of those places that feels like it shouldn’t exist—and yet, delightfully, it does. It’s a perfect example of how creativity, humour, and a bit of theatrical absurdity can make the world a better place.
So whether you’re in need of a well-aged bottle of Night Sweats, a tin of Collywobbles, or simply want to support a brilliant creative initiative, a visit to Hoxton Street Monster Supplies is well worth your time. Just be sure to check their stock levels before you go—rumour has it that their Banshee Balls sell out terrifyingly fast.
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