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 →
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 is another first for the Revenants on the Redway project: my first guest post! I've mentioned Claire before - so many people told me she was the person to talk to if I was looking into the spooky and unexplained around here, and it's been brilliant getting to know her and her brilliant... Continue Reading →
Around this time last year, long before this project even existed, I decided I wanted to start writing more non-fiction pieces as well as stories. I sat down and made a list of topics I could cover - and made a note in my diary saying: I might even try pitching one of these to... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
For tonight’s story, we’re following the Redways west into the low-lying quiet of Wolverton Mill. It’s a trek worth making — though not one I’d recommend after dark. Children are often drawn to the places we try to keep them from. They seem to feel the presence of old boundaries even when the signs have... Continue Reading →