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
Hospital “The Nursery Tone”
“Calling me the Sick Child was a nice way of avoiding calling me something worse. My parents stopped buying me pets at a certain point, and they stopped inviting kids over to play with me.”
Building 13 “The Creature Below the Floorboards”
“Upon examination of the eyes, I found that they were a pale color, and though slightly underdeveloped seemed to follow light well.”
Case File 3 “Static”
“On the screen was a significant amount of static. But every five seconds a message would show up.”
Building 16 “Scratches”
“They didn't hear what I heard. The scratching on the thin floor that separated my room from the basement. They didn't hear what I heard. They didn't hear it speak.”
Building 15 “Under the Flesh”
“It had stopped moving, its smaller legs repositioning frequently, its body swaying slightly. And though I couldn't see any eyes, I still had the sensation that it was watching me...”