Anyone familiar with walking through subway tunnels will know how absolutely fucking quiet they are. You can hear a pin drop. If you listen closely, you can hear trains coming stations away. The slightest of sounds can leave you on edge, wondering if track workers are near.
At this spot though – at this spot you’ll hear them… The voices…
I found myself walking through this tunnel alone late one night. I decided to check out the emergency exit.
While reading the tags on the wall, one in particular stuck out.
The voices? What the fuck is he talking about?
I go back down to the tracks to shoot some trains rushing by. Dozens of people science fictioning through the dark on technology that no one imaged possible centuries ago.
After the trains pass, that is when I heard them.
Was I loosing my mind? Were there workers nearby? I certainly HOPE NOT either of those…
I soon figured it out, putting myself in a state of ease that I hadn’t been in for days. Solo mission tunnel therapy had won the day again.
I’m not going to take away from this story and explain what the voices are, or where they are coming from. Those who have been to this spot know. Those that don’t can keep wandering until they find them.