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 8 “The New Priest”
“He smiled at me, and then continued. “There is something about this place that draws people to it.””
Cemetery 1 “A Murder of Crows”
“His eyes were a cool blue, and his face and tongue were swollen.”
Building 8 “Visit from a Friend”
“I know there is something wrong with that, but...I've gone to the doctors, and they haven't found anything physically wrong with me.”
Bar 1 “The Atomic Soldier”
“There were bodies stacked behind buildings, some of which had haphazardly been formerly set on fire.”
“Something Under the Docks”
“I looked down into the water, and saw milky white eyes looking back up at me.”