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 3 “The Unknown Bodies”
“The adult who had been seen in the window had been posed by way of an intricate metal contraption, one that was obviously homemade and took some time to construct.”
“The Tikoloshe”
““…I got away before they got to me.” He was silent then, and began to rock back and forth, his teeth chattering with agitation.”
Backyard 1 “The Pool”
“After a few pokes, he felt the object resist his efforts, and a couple of seconds later it began to move on its own.”
Building 2 “The Mirror”
“Every time I looked into the mirror, it would be standing there, swaying back and forth, breathing in deep, ragged breathes.”
Theater 1 “The Forgotten Play”
“When asked to recount what they saw their memories would be hazy, as if trying to recall a dream.”