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 Woods 3 “The Hanging Body”
“His face was weird...It looked blurry. Like...like when you smear paint.”
Courthouse “The Dark Hallway”
“…resorted to trying and claw his way out, as several of his fingernails had broken off.”
Building 8 “Moving Day”
“…it is the events that followed that silenced many of the critics, many of which felt wrong to criticize the husband after his terrible loss.”
Apartment 1 “Something in the Corner”
“The area was darkened by the drawn shades, but as their eyes adjusted to the light filtering through the bottom of the window, they could distinctly make out a form.”
Bar 1 “The Liquidator”
“…said that exposure to radiation made you taste metal, and that there was a sensation of pins and needles on their skin.”