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
Object 1 “The Velvet Lined Trunk”
“A week later, his neighbors called police, after smelling something foul coming from an open window.”
Building 12 “Looking in the Windows”
“I have been seeing figures outside my window late at night. They look up at me from the street, their faces dark even when they are under the streetlamps.”
Festival 2 “The Harvest”
“Their skin was gray and glassy, dark muscles shimmering as they shifted in the light.”
Case File 1 “The Grove of Children”
“The disturbing nature of the crimes, especially in the end, has made them difficult to discuss.”
Hospital “Collapse at the Station”
“I feel like I am going insane...I do not want to end up like my parents.”