The ghosts of Laurier Metro sit up tall, backs straight, attentive. They wait for their ride patiently but somehow never board. Content to leave oily shadows slicking the black stone walls behind every oval wooden seat, they remain on the platform.
They've been there for years. No one exists who hasn't noticed them. That can't be said for too many ghosts.
They've been there for years. No one exists who hasn't noticed them. That can't be said for too many ghosts.
