Invisible Killer Caught on CCTV

Braylen Poole (31) used to work as a security guard at a train station in New York. From what he says, it’s usually a boring job, with most of his time spent sitting down and watching over the dully lit monitors for the station’s CCTV system day in and day out. At least not much happens, it gives him a lot of free time to relax while still getting paid. That sense of relaxation was soon lost, ever since one night in May of 2007.

It happened almost at midnight; Poole was tired, his eyes continually glazed over the screens. He was just about to drift off when a flash of movement on one screen caught his attention. He scanned the other monitors, and saw an average woman, roughly in her 20s, running across the railway platform. As he slowly stirred awake, he looked across the screens and watched the woman run to the stairs leading to the parking lot from the overhead angles of the cameras. It was strange, he would’ve thought that she was late to some kind of meeting if it weren’t so late in the night.

What happened as she was sprinting up the stairs sent a chill down his spine. As she reached the second floor of the lot, she was instantly hoisted up about two feet off the ground, dangling from her jacket collar as if some massive person behind her picked her up. But there was no one there. It suddenly dawned onto Poole that the woman was being chased by something, and whatever it was, it wasn’t visible to the cameras. Pushing herself free from her jacket, she scrambled to her feet and slammed through the door. Now on his feet, Poole desperately followed the woman escaping her pursuer. From one monitor where the camera is faced away, he sees the vague shadow of her stumbling, cast across the concrete wall, before the shadow of “something else” overlaps the woman’s shadow, quickly dragging her away. Poole’s eyes frantically darted to the previous cameras, only to see a trail of blood strewn across the entire path the woman ran across. Before he could find where the trail led to, the light of the screens flickered, and the trail disappeared. Since that point, Poole’s nerves were shot with paranoia so much that he quit his job less than a week later. He still lies in bed awake at night, wondering what happened that night.