What's up /spooky, been lurking for awhile now.
Thought I'd share a recent experience that I can't shake.
Tl,dr
So, i live in Pawtucket, RI., and I work in Mansfield, Mass. in a nice little Italian restaurant as a cook. Anyways, the past two weeks, my POS car had a blown doughnut, so I resorted to riding my bike down the street to the So. Attleboro MBTA station to get to work. Last Tuesday, I got to the train station early, like 15 minutes, and I was sitting around waiting for the train to arrive. It was one of those dreary, drizzly gray November days. About 5 minutes before the train arrived, this tall (like, 6'4, I'm 6'1), ancient man dressed in a brown trench coat, alligator shoes as old as he, a large, wide-brimmed hat, and a black suit underneath(reminded me of what one would wear to a funeral) approached me and smiled. He didn't say a word, and he probably only looked at me for a few seconds, but he looked at me and smiled. His face was OLD, he looked like he had lived for hundreds of years, and his smile was terrifying. It was this gigantic, toothy grin. Anyways, he smiled at me, then walked farther down the platform. I lost track of where he went, but something about his smile weirded me out. Wicked bad vibes. So, eventually, after what seemed like hours, the train arrived. All I could think of was that smile.
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