As part of my course work I was asked to investigate a specific stretch of road in order to find how communities can develop stories and shared experiences. What 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 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.