Right, I need to get this down somewhere before I start doubting myself. Tuesday evening, about 6:15pm, I'm on the Northern Line heading southbound from Tottenham Court Road. The carriage was pretty packed - rush hour, innit - but I remember thinking how quiet everyone was being. Like, unaturally quiet.
I looked up from my mobile and noticed this bloke in a long grey coat standing by the doors. Nothing weird about that normally, except... I couldn't see his reflection in the darkened window next to him. I'm not joking. I stared for a solid minute, watching other people's reflections, but not his. When the train hit the tunnel between stations, the lights flickered and he was gone. Just vanished. The doors hadn't opened.
My mate thinks I'm having a breakdown. My mum thinks I need more sleep. But I've been on that line three times a week for five years and I've never felt anything like that before. Anyone else experienced something similar on the London Underground?