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 18 “The Extra Child”
“Moving from room to room, she eventually traced the sound to one of the empty rooms on the third floor. Upon entering, she heard a gurgling noise emanating from one of the beds…”
Subject File 5 “The Dead Talk”
“The room became cold, and I watched as the man's face depressed and sunk, his eyes...black...recessed into his skull. His skin paled, and the flesh around his mouth disappeared.”
Factory 2 “The Pack”
“Investigation into the wounds was able to construct dental records. However, this only furthered the mystery as it seems that the wounds on the three bodies were not caused by another person.”
“Eyes in the Branches”
“It is a different kind of experience, watching another person. Not in a doctor, patient relationship. But instead overseeing a piece of your family and watching them degrade over time.”
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.””