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
The Beach “Coming Out of the Water”
““The beach seems to extend infinitely in either direction. The sky is gray, the sand a dulled color, muted by the water.”
Hotel 1 “The Bottom of the Pool”
“At first I thought it was a left over towel, black in color and resting on the bottom. But then, lazily, it began to move.“
“Mother’s Hand”
““I didn't like the sound. That noise my mom made when she would try to breathe. It was like a moan, like the sound someone makes when they were having a bad dream.”
“Eyes in the Corners”
“I have heard them at night, knocking on the walls. The doctors...they aren't real. They have been replaced.”