subway
I used to work a night shift in Midtown Manhattan. I'd get off work at 1:30am and have to take the train back to Brooklyn. This time of night was pretty desolate on the subway platform at Grand Central--there was usually just me, a couple homeless people, and a few people from the Post Office who seemed to get off work at the same time that I did.

One night I was standing on the platform waiting for the express train. On the other side of the platform, the local #6 train pulled in. The doors opened--ding dong!--and when I looked inside, there was blood everywhere. It looked like someone had performed open heart surgery and then danced around in the blood and smeared it all over the walls. A lone, well-dressed man walked out of the train, perfectly clean and neat except that his hands and arms were bloody up to the elbows. He was holding his bloody hands up like surgeons do just after surgery. Without saying a word or looking at anyone, he calmly walked up the stairs. Doors close, train leaves. The 2 or 3 of us standing on the platform all exchange bewildered looks, but no one does anything or says a word.

I never found out what happened, nor can I come up with a plausible explanation.
(WorksInDUMBO, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 18:27, 3 replies)

Did he look like he may have played football?

(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 18:53, closed)

You are living in a Clive Barker novel,
AICMFP.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 19:11, closed)

It was probably
Patrick Bateman.
( Scrumper, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 20:22, closed)