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
Building 9 “Vines Cover the Windows”
“Even back then the vines were thick on the home, and I can recall my room being bathed in green light even during the brightest days.”
Building 7 Update “Liberation”
“Several steel rods had been shoved into her limbs and joints, propping her up in a position not unlike a glass display model.”
Hospital 3 “The Missing Baby”
“It had a tar like substance covering its skin, which dripped onto the bedding as it perched on the edge of the bed…”
Subject File 2 “The Boy in the Barrel”
“He began to search the floor, feeling around in the dark. He only stopped when his hand found the blankets, wrapped around something breathing lightly in its sleep.”