Stories from the dark side of Milton Keynes
Tonight’s story takes us to the quiet, tree-lined streets of West Bletchley — more specifically, to Angus Drive, where a seemingly ordinary household lightbulb became the source of something altogether darker. This story found me through a novel route! It came via Anne, and you might remember that I’ve shared two of her stories earlier... Continue Reading →
You might remember that a few days ago, I started telling you Jadee’s story — and I promised I’d come back to it. When we left her, she was still at her childhood home in Woolmans on Fuller’s Slade. Jadee grew up with a companion only she could see: a shadow-child who would appear on... Continue Reading →
Tonight’s story started with a chance encounter in a familiar place. I walk round Lodge Lake twice, maybe three times a week, and have done for the last year and a half. I go that way more often than ever these days—it’s the route I take to Precedent House, and I’m documenting its slow transition... Continue Reading →
I’ve noticed that I often open these posts with “tonight’s story…” and it’s true — I do tend to post them late, sometimes well into the small hours. It’s partly because I’m still working on the project after the day job’s done, but I’ll admit: there’s something deliciously dramatic about saving ghost stories for the... Continue Reading →
Our story tonight marks a quiet milestone. I’ve worked in data and analytics for a long time, and it's second nature to me that for pretty much every situation, there's a spreadsheet. So, it’s probably no surprise that I’ve been keeping careful count of how close I’m getting to my goal: a ghost in every... Continue Reading →
Tonight’s story slips in through that space between sleeping and waking — the kind that lingers in your thoughts as the lights go out. Liminality — those strange in-between states where boundaries blur — is at the heart of this project. Milton Keynes is full of thresholds. Borders of estates that bleed into Redways. New builds layered over old farmland. A modern city, haunted underneath.
Tonight's story is different. It's mine, an account of my first ever ghost-hunting experience which took place at Westbury Arts Centre as a guest of Paranormal Investigators. Thank-you again to Claire and her exceptional team of investigators for the chance to be part of your evening, and for making me so welcome! I've also done... Continue Reading →
Tonight’s story takes us to a setting that might be hard for some: a residential care home for people living with dementia and other complex needs. It also touches on grief, and on personal bereavement. If that’s something you’d rather not sit with right now, I completely understand—feel free to skip this one. I thought... Continue Reading →
Some places feel as though they've been woven together from moments in time. You walk in, and something catches — a flicker, a feeling, a faint sense that the past isn’t quite finished here. That if you looked closely enough, you’d see threads running between then and now, drawing forgotten moments tight against the present.... Continue Reading →
Before Revenants on the Redway began, I thought I’d have to hunt for stories. I imagined long walks, obscure Living Archives searches, knocking on doors. What I didn’t expect was how many stories would come to me. Or, more unnervingly — how some stories seemed to be waiting for me, just beyond the edge of the light.... Continue Reading →