This happened a few years ago. The subway system had extened its line to Plymouth, a town only 25 mi. from where I was living on the Cape. And since I wanted to attend an event in Boston a friend of mine was participating in, I decided it would be a good Idea to try this new route out. It was a Sunday and my then boyfriend and I arrived at the deserted terminal to wait for the train. Suddenly this young man appeared, (I mean that literally) We had been looking at the poster of the "T" route and turned around and he was just THERE! He had dark hair and eyes, fair skin that was heavily tattooed and a few skattered facial piercings. He looked like he had just woken up (11:00 am). I immediately got a fey vibe off him, which usually means I'm in for an unusual experience. My boyfriend got all puffed up and defensive. The Stranger asked if we were going in to Boston, I said "yes" and he remarked that the trains don't run on the regular schedule on Sunday- the wait would be another two hours for the next train to come buy. Well, that info (that I should have known) blew the time table we had for the Boston outing and disapointedly we desided it was not a go for that day. I thanked him for telling us about the delay and as we turned to go he asked if we could give him a ride to Plymouth. (We were already in Plymouth!) Before I could speak my BF got all huffy and Protective and said no we weren't heading that way.
When we got back to the car I looked back (cause my sense of the stranger was that he was not dangerous) and he was Gone. I mean we had only turned our backs for the few steps it had taken to get back to the car. As we drove away I cranked my head around to see where he might have headed-nothing- the train stop was as deserted as when we first pulled up. That's when the hair bristled on the back of my neck and my forearms- AND THAT only happens when I encounter a GHOST!
When we got back to the car I looked back (cause my sense of the stranger was that he was not dangerous) and he was Gone. I mean we had only turned our backs for the few steps it had taken to get back to the car. As we drove away I cranked my head around to see where he might have headed-nothing- the train stop was as deserted as when we first pulled up. That's when the hair bristled on the back of my neck and my forearms- AND THAT only happens when I encounter a GHOST!