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
Unknown Location “The Experiment”
“Although police reports were filed after the results of the tests were made apparent, much if not all of these files have been lost, save for a single incident report involving the one named tests subject.”
The Woods 1 “The Missing Campers”
“Their campsite had been torn apart, the pieces of their tents, sleeping bags, and other items scattered across the ground.”
“The Mahr”
“All around were the cornfields I remembered, towering over me. The golden ears of corn hang loosely on their stalks, waiting for them to be harvested.”
Building 5 “Retribution”
“It was soaking wet, its ears matted and slightly chewed. The fact that I got the news from the police should have helped.”
Festival 1 “The House of Mirrors”
“…the candles reflected beautifully off the glass, providing just enough illumination to proceed.”