I was taking the pacfa today and a girl just sat down next to me and started talking about her day. This, on its own, isnt strange: dont look at people on the train and all that.
What is strange however is what she was talking about. She said that she lived in Tiltbridge in a brownstone townhouse with her mother. She said that at night…
Well to be frank she said at night she could see the outline of a man standing in her closet. No face, no features just the outline, the silhouette, like he was being pinpoint backlit by the headlights of a car.
She said he didnt speak, and he didnt move
But she said something about his face was just… so familiar to her…
Then i looked away and when i looked back she had left my side and wandered further up the train.
