Wellington Street
“This all started as a social experiment…
As part of my course work, I was asked to investigate a specific stretch of road in order to explain how communities can develop stories and shared experiences. The posts that will follow will be a collection of the reported true tales, fabrications, and actual works of writing produced by the population of Wellington Street.
I cannot verify all that will be included, only speculate.
What I can be sure of, however, is that there was no way I could have predicted the strange and often frightening quality of the stories I have encountered. Names of the people will not be included for the sake of anonymity, but effort will be made to change as little as possible.”
— March 15th 2014
Factory 1 Update “Visit from the Surgeon”
““You are a living, breathing work of art. Like marble, in order to reveal the form, I had to remove the excess.””
Apartment 3 “The Overflowing Tub”
“He said he swore he was seeing himself. Not in a mirror, but sitting in a restaurant as he passed by, or walking across the street.”
“The Candles in the Windows”
“Though her mother has lost a great amount of sensation in her hands and suffered damage to her lungs she still considers herself lucky.”
Session 1 “The Sanitarium”
“I told him about how she had been hearing sounds on her roof. I told him that it was around then that it all started. That I began to get sick.”
Subject File 4 “The Intruder”
“It was cold, and I realized that I needed to use the bathroom. Only I couldn't move at all, my eyelids refusing to close, my muscles refusing to stir.”