Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange lane.


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Factory 1 Update "Visit from the Surgeon"

Over a month ago, a woman was brought into the hospital with severe trauma to her body, requiring the use of skin and tissue grafts over her face and the area around her thighs. She has been recovering steadily over the last couple of weeks, though this may have changed permanently. At this time she is under significant psychological evaluation and there are officers continually posted at her room. At this point, it is still unknown how the very man who caused her injuries in the first place managed to visit her in her room without being noticed.

Unfortunately, much of what is known about what happened during the visit comes from the word of the patient. However, considering the girl's fragile mental state, it is unknown how much of what she related can be considered to be true. Even without the girls testimony, there are some things about the events that transpired that can be pinned down.

Shortly after she initially arrived at the hospital, discussions were had concerning the large areas of exposed bone on the girls face and pelvic areas. At around one in the afternoon, the girls overseeing doctor came in to look in on her, as well as to administer to her a series of medicine, designed to help prevent rejection of the tissues. The family was asked to leave, as it was time for her to be cleaned and have her bandages changed. The girls mother and father left and went to the cafeteria. It is believed that the assailant visited the girl sometime between when the doctors and nurses finished their work, and the parents returned.

The nurses claim that they did not see anyone enter the girls room, but admit that they were not paying a great deal of attention as there were many other patients being watched over in the ICU. At around one thirty the mother and father returned to the room and promptly called for help. It had seemed that the girl had torn the grafts from her face, then cleaned the area of blood with her bedsheets. By the time the parents arrived she had started pulling out the stitches attaching the new tissues around her hips and groin. All reports indicate that the girl only started screaming after she was restrained.

What follows is the spoken testimony of the girl, given the day after the incident. It was recorded, as it was determined that the girl may not be able to relate the details again later, as her mind has continued to deteriorate since the incident.

Paranoia - A short story

On The Grey Flag

The old lady was staring at her. She knew it.

Four months ago, Julia had married the love of her life. Her husband, Mike had just been named head curator at the art museum where he was working in. She was three months pregnant with a boy they would call Joey and after Joey is born she would quit that stressful writing job of hers to be a full-time housewife. Nothing could go wrong in her perfect life.

The day it arrived, Julia and Mike were busy unpacking their luggage from their trip to Venice when the doorbell rang. Julia ran out to get the door and when she opened it and looked down, there it was.

The package was encased by a bubble wrap, with an additional layer of plastic over it. At first glance it was about two feet tall and one foot wide. Julia carried it into the living room and unwrapped it. The rectangular wooden frame in the package was old, but kept in good condition. Flakes of the golden paint that coated it were coming off but it was still a beautiful frame, with very fine carvings of flowers at its corners. But Julia didn’t notice that, her eyes were fixed on the painting in the frame.

It was a portrait of an old lady who looked almost in her eighties. She had a sharp chin and high cheekbones and her pale skin was weathered and covered in wrinkles. The old lady’s graying hair was tied up in a bun and over it she wore a white bonnet. She had a hooked nose, almost too big for her face, with a sharp tip like the beak of a hawk. Below that nose she had very thin and dry lips. The edges of her mouth slanted slightly upward, giving her a smile that looked more like a smirk to Julia.

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