HOAX Paint and Silent Buses
I stood outside the bakery on Whitechapel High Street just past 07:00, waiting for a bus I didn’t want to board. Posters flapped with “HOAX” in red. A nurse in scrubs muttered something about anomalous fractures. Another guy said the Estonian morgue clip was scrubbed but still bouncing around Telegram — bones blooming like mouths.
Everyone looked like they hadn’t slept. Or maybe they’d heard the hum too.
A radio behind the shutters said the footage came from Moldova performance artists. We all laughed quietly. That kind of laugh that means: *they’re scared we might believe it.*
No one got on the bus. No one spoke after.
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