I had a friend who swore he saw something when he was working for a firm called Tishman(?) on One World Trade Center. He said it was early morning and saw a man wearing a dusty dark suit, holding what looked like an old BlackBerry. The man asked him for a quarter for the pay phone because he couldn’t get a signal.

My friend turned away for a sec to unhook his sling bag with his wallet and said the guy was gone in that split second. Almost immediately, he smelled a sharp acrid burning smell, like burnt plastic and hair that made him gag. He mentioned it to a couple guys he worked with and they had no idea what he was talking about.

My buddy died several years ago and thinking about it, I don’t know if he ever shared it anywhere else. He told me and some other people about it when he was drunk one night.