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 Bus Stop Update “Trouble Sleeping”
“The feeling of anxiety and the sense that I am being watched has steadily gotten worse.”
The Woods 2 “Something on the Path”
“There were flies crawling all over it, and its leg twitched a bit, which I assumed was the movement of insects under the flesh.”
Alley 1 “Stirrings”
“It was too large to get past, and I turned to face the other one which began to make its way towards me.”
Building 6 “Whispers”
“I turned off the radio, and found the sound was not fading but in fact increasing in volume.”
Subject File “Missing a Name”
“Now the sound of my voice is lost to me as well. People say they can hear me fine, but when I speak it feels as if my ears are plugged with water, muffling my voice no matter how loud I scream.”