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
Train Station 1 “The Mostly Empty Car”
“This continued for nearly half a minute, until at last one of the officers grabbed the woman by the wrist.”
Bar 1 Update “Death of a Friend”
“…a recent death has caused the thought of going back to fill me with dread.”
Unknown Location 2 “The Short Film”
“Slowly, a light in the adjoining room turns on, showing that the room in question is the man's kitchen. Standing in the archway is a figure wearing a lumpy mask with a large grin.”
Building 7 “The Mannequin’s House”
“However, the most strange and disturbing remnants of the previous owner are around three to six mannequins.”
“The Girl With the Umbrella”
“She just stood there, not saying anything, only moving to position the umbrella against the wind.”