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       2023-10-05T09:44:32+00:00
       
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       Spookypasta 2: Electric BooooooI work the graveyard shift at a warehouse. When I get off Friday, it’s Saturday morning, so the first train runs a couple hours later than during the week.One night I’m waiting for that train. The stop’s empty. There’s one flickering light barely staying on. Phone’s dead. It’s old – battery life’s a joke. The bench hurts my ass but I’ve been on my feet twelve hours.After a bit this black guy walks by the stop. Looks like he slept in his clothes and hasn’t changed in days – homeless. I brace for him to ask for money, but he keeps walking, past the stop and around the corner.Ten minutes later, the same black guy passes, from the same direction as before. But how could it be the same guy? The train stop’s at the end of the block. He’d have to circle the block, jump a fence, and cross several tracks to come from that same way again. The guy has a limp. He still doesn’t ask for anything. Still doesn’t look at me.I strain my eyes in the dark to see more detail – a green hockey jersey. I watch him disappear around the corner. My tired feet tap, waiting impatiently, but not for the train.The black guy emerges – same direction, same limp, same jersey. I watch him go by. He keeps his eyes forward. “Hey,” I say, getting up, “Excuse me. Sir?” He waves me away, not stopping. “Can I help you?” I ask, “You’re going in circles.”“I ain’t seen you before,” he says. I open my mouth, but I got nothing. Back around the corner he goes. I stand directly in the path he just took, and wait. Sure enough, ten minutes go by, he reappears. He walks right past, not a glance.“Are you lost?” I say. “’Cause I’ll help you get where you’re going.” Again, he waves me away. “Hey, I’m talking to you,” I say at him.“I ain’t seen you before,” says the black man. Now I’m worried. He didn’t seem drunk or high. Crazy then? No kind of crazy I’d seen before. I want to follow him to see how he jumps the fence with that limp, but the train will come soon. Do I want to miss it and be stuck here longer? With him?The train arrives. I board, craning my neck to see if he makes another round. The doors close and I rest my head on the window to see better. We pull out of the stop. Nothing. The attendant comes to scan my pass. But then I hear her further back in the train car, “Pass or ticket, please.”I look to see who got on with me. It’s that same black guy. He’s showing the attendant his ticket, eating a banana.