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
Theater 1 “Vous si Gentil”
“ Afraid that I am just going to become a victim, hunted down by whatever shadowy thing I keep seeing out of the corner of my eye.”
Building 18 “The Doctor’s Visit”
“I can already smell the room, the scent of antiseptic and plastic. On my way home I vomited.”
Building 17 “Someone Else’s Skin”
“Then something grabbed my head and drove it against the side of the door. I heard the woman crying...”
Museum “Written in Blood”
“So she began collecting the evidence, talking to people much as you have. We tried to convince her to stop, but she wouldn't listen.”