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
Park 1 "The Unknown Author"
“She seemed awfully nervous, her voice breaking several times over the course of the conversation.”
Restaurant 1 “Feeding”
“The owner of the restaurant claims he will reopen his business soon, and is simply waiting for the cleaners to finish taking care of the mess.”
“Things Left Behind”
“He had the most brilliant blue eyes and always seemed to have a smile just for me.”
Building 1 “The Black Spot”
“…found the wife crumpled near the bottom of the stairs, alive but unconscious and suffering from pronounced injuries…”
Building 8 “The Room in the Basement”
“On the ground was a large drain, with heavy stains settled along the edge.”