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
Cemetery 1 “The Sinkhole”
“The only time the cemetery is likely to have visitors is at night, when local kids follow the goading of their peers, entering the grounds to visit the location of what they call “The Hole.””
Building 4 “God’s Eyes”
“The attic was dimly lit, but it was easy to identify the source of the smell of death.”
Laundromat 1 “Insomnia”
“I didn't really understand. Then I looked inside the basket next to him. The clothes were soaked in blood.”
Store 1 “The Empty Aisle”
“A couple of months later a dare began to circulate among the kids of the community.”
Church 1 “The New Organist”
“Some weeks later, people began to claim to be hearing strange noises in the night. It was dismissed at first, but soon it became clear that the sounds were coming from the church.”