This happened about six weeks ago, late shift meant I was on the last train from Leicester Square heading north around 11:55pm. Nearly empty carriage - couple of other people at the far end, me in the middle. Train pulls into Tottenham Court Road and the doors open.
There's this figure on the platform. Really thin, like unnaturally so, wearing what looked like Victorian clothing but not quite right somehow - the proportions were off. It was staring directly at me. The doors closed before it could get on, thank God, but as the train pulled away I swear it moved faster than was physically possible to keep pace with my window. For maybe 10 seconds it was just matching the train's speed, head tilted, watching me.
My mate said it was probably just a drunk person or street performer, but I've been on that line hundreds of times and this felt... wrong. Showing all the signs of Spring-heeled Jack encounters you read about in the old accounts. Anyone else had something similar on the Underground?