You must not get out much.
When I was a teen in the late 60’s I’d take the subways all the time. Of course, growing up in Brooklyn you learn SA (situational awareness) at an early age. You’d constantly be scanning the scene for signs of trouble and be ready to hop a train or scoot out of there at the slightest sign (which my buddy and I would frequently have to do).
Did we ever see anything of the paranormal variety, nah. Crazies? Plenty!
My sons and I were catching a train back to Tarrytown to our hotel one night after we had visited their aunt in mid-town and spending a little time in Times Square. It was like peering into infinite darkness and no perceivable support to hold up the earth over our heads. . . it was not a re-assuring feeling.
Bear in mind I am from Alabama, but have ridden the DC subway many times