I'm still shaken up enough that I need to write this down. Posted to a couple of forums but this community seems sensible so I'm reposting here.
When: Tuesday 17th October, around 6:45pm
Where: King's Cross St Pancras station, on the Northern Line heading south
Conditions: Train was moderately busy but not packed. Fluorescent lights normal. Temperature normal.
I was on my commute home, nothing unusual. Got on at King's Cross heading towards Stockwell. The train pulled out and I was reading my book. Then the lights flickered - not uncommon on that line. But when they came back on, there was something else in the carriage that hadn't been there before.
I need to be clear: I didn't see it arrive. I didn't see a door open or someone board. The lights flickered and it was just there, standing in the far end of the carriage, back to me. About 6.5 feet tall, very thin, wearing dark clothes.
And then the train went through a tunnel and I felt this overwhelming sense of wrongness. Not fear exactly. More like every nerve ending was screaming that something was fundamentally not right about the presence of that thing on the train.
Lights came back on as we approached the next station. It was gone.
I got off at the next stop. Walked home. Haven't been on the Underground since.