This happened about two weeks ago on the Piccadilly Line, must've been around 11:45 PM on a Wednesday. I was heading back from a mate's flat in Covent Garden, bit of a journey to my place in Acton.
The train was mostly empty - a few other passengers, nothing unusual. But when we got to Leicester Square, this older woman got on. She was dressed in clothes that looked... well, genuinely Victorian? Long dark coat, bonnet, the lot. Not fancy dress, not a costume - she looked like she'd stepped out of a sepia photograph. I remember thinking it was odd but figured maybe she was coming from some theatre thing.
Here's where it gets weird. Nobody else seemed to notice her. I mean, properly didn't notice. When I glanced at other passengers - a young couple, a bloke in a suit - they were looking straight past her. I caught the woman's eye and she gave me this look that was... I don't know how to describe it. Sad? Confused? Like she didn't quite understand where she was.
She got off at King's Cross and I literally watched her vanish into the crowd at the platform. Except the platform was nearly empty. I don't know if I fell asleep or what, but the experience has been bothering me for two weeks now. Any thoughts? 🤔