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
Restaurant 1 “The Actress”
“The person seemed to be injured as they moved in a strange manner. All the while, the actress kept her eyes on the ground, walking in what seemed like an automatic, remote sort of way. “
“The Thing on the Beach”
“After a few moments I saw its eye open. And then several more, until I realized that eyes ran all along its body, appearing and disappearing between the folds of its limbs.”
Hospital “The Light”
“I felt my heart jump as a car passed by, the heavy hiss of the wind brushing past my ears as it headed down the street.”
“The Old Man”
“…the overhead light to make his skin seem to glow. He turned and looked at me, and with a gentle motion he offered the chair adjacent to him.”