Wellington Street

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


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Building 7 "The Mannequin's House"

Positioned closely to the intersection of Wellington Street and Prospect Road is an old, two story home. It is generally known as “The Mannequin's House.” It has not been occupied for over six months, having been deemed unlivable for nearly the same amount of time. Numerous signs stating its condition are placed on the doors, one replacing the next with little attempt to remove the ones underneath. On the exterior, vines crawl their way up the white aluminum, and the large bundles of sticks lay clumped along the grounds, the lawn laying in disarray. Dirt clings to the outside of the house, and the gutters are clogged with leaves.

The homes around it are of great quality, making this place stand out. A great amount of complaining has been done by the locals, attempting to speed up any decisions on the fate of the home. However, the ongoing police investigation, coupled with the extended winter, have prevented action from being taken.

Knowledge about the previous owner is highly limited, though though it is known that the bills and the mortgage on the house were consistently late. After some time of this, along with a extended period in which no payments were made at all, it was decided that the resident could not handle the responsibilities of owning the home, and was removed from the premises. Ownership of the house was handed over to a local real estate agency, who quickly went ahead with plans to make the home open for purchase. However, after a short preliminary investigation into the conditions of the house, it was deemed unlivable, with little movement being made on the property after that point.

Although the man was removed and most of his possessions went with him, there are several objects that remained in the home for no known reason. One of these objects is a black leather couch, which can be seen from the outside of the home, pressed against a large window on the upper floor. However, the most strange and disturbing remnants of the previous owner are around three to six mannequins. The number of these is in debate, though the figure presented is the accepted range. The reason for the uncertainty is that the mannequins seem to move from time to time.

It has been suspected for some time that some person, perhaps the former owner, has been moving them. But with the locks replaced with heavy fixtures, and no real sign of forced entry, it is unknown how someone would manage to accomplish the task. These movements are seemingly random, yet their positions seem to be purposefully arranged to give a lifelike quality. A example of this occurred several months ago, when a observer noticed two mannequins on the couch upstairs, their heads facing the space previously occupied by a television.

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/brenopeck/271247073/ Peck, B. (2006)

As an undergraduate one of my majors was Cinema Television Studies. Even though my concentration was Screenwriting, which requires mostly imagination and not a lot of action I was required to take a few classes in production. These classes require you to create short films and work in teams as if you are a "crew." Being considered the leper of the film tracks (a lot of people saw the screenwriting concentration as a place for people who didn't get into the design or production tracks - I just wanted to write stories) I regularly was shoved into the position of line producer, script supervisor, or production designer so I wouldn't get my hands dirty with the "real filmmaking." What these aspiring "real filmmakers" failed to realize is that these are largely managerial and supervisory roles and the production can't move forward if these areas aren't taken care of.

What I regularly dreaded was trying to figure out how to lead a group of 20-something, laid-back, Californians who I was younger than and was seen as lower status due to my choice in focus. Yet, these were my classmates - my peers who I was forced into the role of managing.

The hardest part about managing these groups was that they didn't realize that my job was to manage them, because they always pushed the jobs I got onto someone else -they never knew what it took to get things done.

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