Moscow Metro Monster

>>18478914
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Sounds like fleshgait or skinwalker gone outtawoods, to be honest.
But yeah, continue.

This is why I love /x/.
Anon sees a hobo on the metro and comes to the conclusion he's just had a run-in with the supernatural.

>>18478914
Wait did he wear Adidas tracksuits?

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My very first thought was that this had to be a mask. A prank. But people began searching in their pockets for some change. He slowly walkes down the aisle, the stench growing stronger with each step. I looked again. I was struck by fear, disgust but also pity at the same time.
My hand reached for my pocket but I left my wallet in the hotel and was only carrying some loose bills. Thank god he ignored me and lumped past me and my friends.

The Metro was driving again and the poor man reached the end of our car. People started talking again but my friends and me were still speechless.

We were approaching the next station and the man made his way back to the door we sat next to.

This time, I couldn't stop looking at his distorted face, his mad eyes, his torn clothes. He didn't beg for money this time but when he was at my and my friend's seats he stopped. I was really frightened at this point and just wanted him to ignore me. The train stopped and the doors began to slowly open as he raised his hand to touch my friend who sat in front of me. She got up with a noise of fear under her breath and scrambled out of the way to a nother seat far away from the hobo.

The whole car was staring and the man got off the train. The doors closed and he just stood there, smiling at me with an insane grin - if you could call it like that.

>>18478994
I don't want to know what he had in mimd when he reached for my friend.
I couldn't tell if he was self aware or just insane.

The mixture of pity, fear and disgust was pretylty instense and I just wanted to share this story. I hope I won't meet him again.

>>18478952
Just read the second sentence of the OP.

>>18478914
>nasty old fur coat with sprinkles of dried paint or something similar.

yeah, like shit.

Sounds like you had a run-in with an hobo. He might have been just a poor schmuck begging for pennies to survive.
Then again, you can't say how much of his brain got eaten away from his cancer, and how much of his sanity remains.
I have met ppl like him, and i never know if i should pity them for their fate, or hightail it for fear of catching something that would let me rot in my shoes.
Not exactly paranormal, nor is it exactly polite to call a ill disfigured hobo a monster only based on his less then glamourous looks. Still, thank you for sharing.

>>18478982
adidas fur tracksuit yeah

>>18479118
Like I said, it was nothing special nor paranormal. And I felt pity and I know it's wrong to be disgusted by him but ad I said, I'm not used to big cities and I don't often meet people like that. He was very tall and his insane grin was frightening. When he raised his hand for my friend I was in shock.


I probably sound like an ass.

>>18479118
Oh and it wasn't shit. It was mint green paint or something like that. At least pretty bright in contrast to his dark brown fur coat.

Moscow is a strange place. Glad I'm leaving the day after tomorrow although it has its beauties.

>>18479154
>Oh and it wasn't shit. It was mint green paint or something like that.
... lets not follow that thought much longer, shall we ? ;)

I did not want to diss you for not breaking out in screams of pity and hugs.
And yes, first thing i thought of was a bunch of lovecraftian stories about ppl eaten away by fungi and stuff, closely followed up by serveral urban legends of midnight meat trains. So, no worries, i think i understand why you felt the need to share it here.
I'm from the (european) countryside, but visit sometimes one of their biggest cities where i, ofc, take the underground. I did a photo tour there once, alone at night cuz i wanted to capture the stations without the throng of passengers of the usualy business hours. I admit to haveing been somewhat spooked there sometimes, and not only for fear of mundane levels of violence.