Stories from the dark side of Milton Keynes
This is a bit of an unusual post as it's not about a local haunting, but I really wanted to share this one with you all! I've been a fan of Weird in the Wade for a good while now, and it's been great to get to know Nat over the last year - she's... Continue Reading →
When you say “haunted pub”, most people think of a spooky old half-timbered building dating back centuries, and stories of dark misdeeds whispered long after closing time. There’s something about these spaces where people gather that draws stories to them. Pubs hold celebrations, confessions, arguments, heartbreak, and laughter - the full, messy weight of ordinary... Continue Reading →
Today's post is a bit different: not one haunting, but several, and it's a bit of a collaboration... Over the last few months, I've been talking to various people to try and get the word out about this project - and I've even been lucky enough to be invited onto a couple of podcasts. My... Continue Reading →
Some of the stories I've shared recently have been detailed, complex hauntings: years of encounters, multiple witnesses, escalating activity. But there are also those smaller haunting moments that strike just once, cleanly, leaving no explanation and no follow-up... just a memory that echoes long after the events took place. And when they happen in a... Continue Reading →
Back in May, I’d only just started this project, and maybe published three or four stories. So it was a delightful surprise to be contacted by the local running group, the Redway Runners, and invited to come along and share some of them for one of their regular walking events! I’d often seen the Redway... Continue Reading →
There's something quite wonderful happening around this project - some of the stories are starting to take on a life of their own, and I'm discovering layers that go beyond the accounts that have been shared with me. Tonight, I'd like to bring you my first case update, and this one really is fascinating. You... 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 →
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 →