Stories from the dark side of Milton Keynes
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 →
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 begins with a photograph — and ends with a mystery. It was taken on the edge of Broughton, beside one of Milton Keynes’ fast-flowing grid roads. A figure appears, standing still on the verge. Not moving. Not blurred. Just there. And then, just as suddenly… not. Gone. If you’re anything like me, next... Continue Reading →