I am a graffiti artist, some might call me a delinquent. I like to paint with spray cans and have developed my own tagging habit to avoid unfriendly communities. I prefer quieter places like old train tracks where my work is less likely to be seen. Sometimes my friend Lucas joins me, and although he doesn’t really like it, I appreciate his company.

While tagging old train cars, we come across a car that is completely clean. I start painting, feeling proud of my work, but then we hear a strange noise behind us, leading to a tense and scary escape as someone throws a can of paint at us and fires a gun.

A few weeks later, I return to the same tracks during the day with a Glock. The train is still there, but my previous tags have been painted over. I found an oddly empty train car that smelled of bleach with ropes and chains inside. While investigating, I heard a scream and quickly left, confused by the situation. The seat in the car haunted me, and I couldn't understand the aggressive behavior of the person who had been there.

Another time, I went back to some deserted tracks for fun. As I was trying to jump on the train, I felt someone pulling me out of the darkness of the tunnel, which scared me. I escaped and realized I had to go back into that tunnel to get to my car. Gathering all my courage, I threatened the invisible figures with a threat that they had guns and played sound effects. I ran through the tunnel without incident, but then heard a terrifying scream, which made me vow never to jump on a train again.

As an MTA employee, I had a creepy experience maintaining a deserted station. Hearing some disturbing clanging noises and a child’s cries for help prompted me to investigate. Eventually, I saw a shadowy figure next to what looked like a child. Fearing for my safety, I quickly left and called the police, who found a child’s shoe in the tunnel. The experience raised disturbing questions about the possibility of child abduction or captivity, leaving me worried about what might have happened.