Stories from the dark side of Milton Keynes
Lately, I’ve been thinking about what it means to live with ghosts. As the nights draw in, I notice the shadows deepening in my own rooms, folding in a little earlier each evening. I read so many stories of things that can’t be explained, and what stays with me is how often they happen in... Continue Reading →
One of the things I’ve learned while running this project is that stories don’t always wait politely for you to come looking for them. Sometimes they arrive in your inbox at midnight. Sometimes they’re handed to you on a walk. And sometimes - like tonight's story - they’re spoken over a café table, just when... Continue Reading →