i got the last tube home one night in London, mid-April 1994
i got into an empty carraige, between King's Cross and
Caledondian Rd. after reading all the ads and staring at my blurred reflection
in the double glazing-i noticed 'brightness' at the other end of the carraige.
i jumped, there was a young girl (20 ish) all in white sitting on the same side i was
her outfit was unusual but i assumed she was coming from the theatre or something.
i didn't look for a minute or two, didn't wish to unnerve her. when i did she was no longer there?
i froze and felt rigid, my hair felt it was standing on end.
i jumped out of the train six stops before my own and paced up the wooden
escalator. a ticket inspector was securing the station, he queried "you alrite, mate?"
as i flew past him. It cost me £9.50 to get home in a black cab.
i went in and sat up all night, i couldn't sleep.
if you're happy with sciences explanations for everything, fair enough
but i know what i saw.