It’s about 12:45 pm. I just get off the R train at 47th Street heading into work. Walking up the stairs, I hear a voice.
“Blow that evil shit up! Blow it up so it’s oozing. That shit needs to be blown up!”
I turn the corner up the stairwell and I am met face to face… with…
We make eye contact and I can’t help myself. I say:
She stares at me and yells:
“Thank you Jesus. Blow it all up!”
I’m kind of freaked out and book out of there. But I saw her again. And it was even scarier the second time.