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Black Eyed Kids

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Some of you might have heard of them, some may not.

The black eyed kids, creepy vampiric kids with..you guessed it..black eyes.

Not black pupils, BLACK EYES.

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The Black-Eyed Kids

by Tee

I am a 47-year-old woman. The day in question was a normal day for me. I am an apartment manager of over 20 years experience and open my door to strangers every day. Sometimes I don't like the looks of the people that come to my door to see available apartments, but I will still make myself available to show the ready and empty apartments to rent.

On this day, however, I was not willing to even step out of my office door to show to the very creepy young boy who had knocked at my door. He had come in the early afternoon and knocked on my office door. I opened the door to see who it was. He was young boy of about 17 or 18, approximately. He asked me about an open apartment for rent. I remember feeling very scared and shaken by his appearance. He did not look weird by his dress or such. It was his eyes. I remember feeling the hair on my neck stand up, and I was shaking just from looking in his eyes.

I have never felt like this before in all the years I have done this job. I could not look him straight in the eyes. I felt like I was about to die. My instincts told me this. I noticed he was on a bicycle, not in a vehicle. He was not moving toward me or anything, but he was just waiting for me to invite him in or take him to the empty unit. Now, some people may think that I was just over-reacting or something, but the eyes were completely black – like there was no real pupil. He spoke normally to me, but I had to just shut the door in his face and get as far from him as I could. I felt like I was in extreme danger. Only because of the eyes. I think if I had looked any longer into them, I would have not been able to shut that door.

I shook for hours after that. I called my daughter at work and told her about it. She told me about the "black-eyed kids." I am still afraid of that image of his eyes. The black-eyed kids are some young kids that try and get people to invite them into their cars or homes,etc. – and the people end up dead.

There were two incidents that occurred in Portland, Oregon here that I heard about. I just tried to look up anything I could about them, but there isn't a lot of info on them. Just be warned, do not allow any kids with the dark eyes inside your home or vehicles, no matter how young or persistant they are. My daughter, who is a fan of Art Bell, told me about your site. I just felt moved to write my story.

Never seen one, but it still creeps me out.

Anybody heard of them?

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never heard of it. is it supposed to be paranormal or a bunch of kids in a gang with contact lenses??

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never heard of it. is it supposed to be paranormal or a bunch of kids in a gang with contact lenses??

most say paranormal.

People have "seen"them in real live and in dreams. (or something that feels like a dream atleast)

There is some info and about them and of so called sightings of them.

So if they are real I don't know, but I think I'd rather stay clueless.

Edited by Creepy_Steve

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that is creepy

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that is creepy

I've read numeros of encounters with them.

It seems they are allways in twos, one older then the other.

They also come over older then they look and ofcourse the eyes and pale skin.

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They make full eye contacts that completely cover the whole eye, black as midnight, and used for Halloween costumes and Goth people.

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You know they could easily just be a bunch of kids trying to manipulate everyone.

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They make full eye contacts that completely cover the whole eye, black as midnight, and used for Halloween costumes and Goth people.

Yes they do, so it could just be some wackos.

But this "legend"has been around for years, I read somewhere that the first recordings where from the 18th century. (same M.O.)

Correct me if I am wrong there weren't any contacts in the 18th century.

So it could be some kids screwing around, or it could be something else.

This one is pretty interesting.

More BEK's

Edited by Creepy_Steve

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sounds like the 'wizard' and his apprentice from stephen king's storm of the century.

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those would be freaky to see

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They make full eye contacts that completely cover the whole eye, black as midnight, and used for Halloween costumes and Goth people.

my friends and i used to make horror movies for our own amusement. i have worn contacts that turn your eyes pitch black, and about all you can see through them is a little bit of light, nothing else. this kid wouldn't have been able to knock on the door, because he probably wouldn't have ever found it.

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I've read stories around the net about this. Never right before bed, though. Thanks. :P

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Yes they do, so it could just be some wackos.

But this "legend"has been around for years, I read somewhere that the first recordings where from the 18th century. (same M.O.)

Correct me if I am wrong there weren't any contacts in the 18th century.

So it could be some kids screwing around, or it could be something else.

This one is pretty interesting.

More BEK's

It could also be that the kids just have black eyes and there's nothing paranormal or weird about it. I personally have seen people who are just like that but they're perfectly normal. just a thought ^_^

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No, there was definitely something going on. She wouldn't have freaked out so much if her intuition didn't kick into full gear and get her adrenalin pumping. Her heart told her, so I beleive her.

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There actually is an optical deformation or affliction of the eye that creates the appearance of black eyes..... I can't remember what it's called now unfortunately.

Can't say this story is really bringing out the believer in me...

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never heard of it. is it supposed to be paranormal or a bunch of kids in a gang with contact lenses??

Jeez! Thanks for the voice of reason and logic coldethyl! That story made my hair stand on end, and I don't scare too easy! :unsure2:

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I have a couple of identical twins in my neighbourhood who have very dark and large pupils. The fact that their eyelids hang somewhat low and their eyecasing is narrow they just have a little white edge around their pupils. From a distance it looks kind of odd, because you only see the pupil.

Maybe the boy in the story had some similar thing. Nothing to be afraid of, just someone who looked different!

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What these people witnessed aren't boys with really big pupil and narrow eyes or boys with so eye disorder.

I don't really know what I'd call this story if I was submitting it for publication in Fate or something of its ilk. "Brian vs. the Evil, Black-eyed, Possibly Vampiric or Demonic But At Least Not Bloody Normal Kids" doesn't have much of a ring to it. (Shrug.) :)

But that's at least an accurate title.

As so many things do, it all started out innocently.

My Internet Service Provider used to have offices in a shopping center before they moved to their (comparatively) lush accommodations elsewhere. There was a drop box at that original location. The monthly bill was due, and thus, there but for the Grace of the Net I went.

It was about 9:30 p.m. when I left. From my relatively isolated apartments, it's about 10-15 minutes or so to downtown (Abilene has a population of about 110,000).

Right next to Camalott Communications' old location is a $1.50 movie theater. At the time, the place was featuring that masterwork of modern film, Mortal Kombat. I drove by the theater on the way into the center proper and pulled into an empty parking space.

Using the glow of the marquee to write out my check, I was startled to hear a knock on the driver's-side window of my car.

I looked over and saw two children staring at me from street. I need to describe them, with the one feature (you can guess what it was) that I didn't realize until about half-way through the conversation cleverly omitted.

Both appeared to be in that semi-mystical stage of life children get into where you can't exactly tell their age. Both were boys, and my initial impression is that they were somewhere between 10-14.

Boy No. 1 was the spokesman. Boy No. 2 didn't speak during the entire conversation -- at least not in words.

Boy No. 1 was slightly taller than his companion, wearing a pull-over, hooded shirt with a sort of gray checked pattern and jeans. I couldn't see his shoes. His skin was olive-colored and had curly, medium-length brown hair. He exuded an air of quiet confidence.

Boy No. 2 had pale skin with a trace of freckles. His primary characteristic seemed to be looking around nervously. He was dressed in a similar manner to his companion, but his pull-over was a light green color. His hair was a sort of pale orange.

They didn't appear to be related, at least directly.

"Oh, great," I thought. "They're gonna hit me up for money." And then the air changed.

I've explained this before, but for the benefit of any new lurkers out there, right before I experience something strange, there's a change in perception that comes about which I describe in the above manner. It's basically enough time to know it's too late. ;)

So, there I was, filling out a check in my car (which was still running) and in a sudden panic over the appearance of two little boys. I was confused, but an overwhelming sense of fear and unearthliness rushed in nonetheless.

The spokesman smiled, and the sight for some inexplicable reason chilled my blood. I could feel fight-or-flight responses kicking in. Something, I knew instinctually, was not right, but I didn't know what it could possibly be.

I rolled down the window very, very slightly and asked "Yes?"

The spokesman smiled again, broader this time. His teeth were very, very white.

"Hey, mister, what's up? We have a problem," he said. His voice was that of a young man, but his diction, quiet calm and ... something I still couldn't put my finger on ... made my desire to flee even greater. "You see, my friend and I want to see the films, but we forgot our money," he continued. "We need to go to our house to get it. Want to help us out?"

Okay. Journalists are required to talk to lots of people, and that includes children. I've seen and spoken to lots of them. Here's how that usually goes:

"Uh ... M ... M ... Mister? Can I see that camera? I ... I won't break it or anything. I promise. My dad has a camera, and he lets me hold it sometimes, I guess, and I took a picture of my dog -- it wasn's very good, 'cause I got my finger in the way and ..."

Add in some feet shuffling and/or body swaying and you've got a typical kid talking to a stranger.

In short, they're usually apologetic. People generally teach children that when they talk to adults, they're usually bothering them for one reason or another and they should at least be polite.

This kid was in no way fitting the mold. His command of language was incredible and he showed no signs of fear. He spoke as if my help was a foregone conclusion. When he grinned, it was as if he was trying to say, "I know something ... and you're NOT gonna like it. But the only way you're going to find out what it is will be to do what I say ..."

"Uh, well ..." was the best reply I could offer.

Now here's where it starts to get strange.

The quiet companion looked at the spokesman with a mixture of confusion and guilt on his face. He seemed in some ways shocked, not with his friend's brusque manner but that I didn't just immediately open the door.

He eyed me nervously.

The spokesman seemed a bit perturbed, too. I still was registering something wrong with both.

"C'mon, mister," the spokesman said again, smooth as silk. Car salesmen could learn something from this kid. "Now, we just want to go to our house. And we're just two little boys."

That really scared me. Something in the tone and diction again sent off alarm bells. My mind was frantically trying to process what it was perceiving about the two figures that was "wrong."

"Eh. Um ...." was all I could manage. I felt myself digging my fingernails into the steering wheel.

"What movie were you going to see?" I asked finally.

"Mortal Kombat, of course," the spokesman said. The silent one nodded in affirmation, standing a few paces behind.

"Oh," I said. I stole a quick glance at the marquee and at the clock in my car. Mortal Kombat had been playing for an hour, the last showing of the evening.

The silent one looked increasingly nervous. I think he saw my glances and suspected that I might be detecting something was not above-board.

"C'mon, mister. Let us in. We can't get in your car until you do, you know," the spokesman said soothingly. "Just let us in, and we'll be gone before you know it. We'll go to our mother's house."

We locked eyes.

To my horror, I realized my hand had strayed toward the door lock (which was engaged) and was in the process of opening it. I pulled it away, probably a bit too violently. But it did force me to look away from the children.

I turned back. "Er ... Um ...," I offered weakly and then my mind snapped into sharp focus.

For the first time, I noticed their eyes.

They were coal black. No pupil. No iris. Just two staring orbs reflecting the red and white light of the marquee.

At that point, I know my expression betrayed me. The silent one had a look of horror on his face in a combination that seemed to indicate: A) The impossible had just happened and B) "We've been found out!"

The spokesman, on the other hand, wore a mask of anger. His eyes glittered brightly in the half-light.

"Cmon, mister," he said. "We won't hurt you. You have to LET US IN. We don't have a gun ..."

That last statement scared the living hell out of me, because at that point by his tone he was plainly saying, "We don't NEED a gun."

He noticed my hand shooting down toward the gear shift. The spokesman's final words contained an anger that was complete and whole, and yet contained in some respects a tone of panic:

"WE CAN'T COME IN UNLESS YOU TELL US IT'S OKAY. LET ... US .... IN!"

I ripped the car into reverse (thank goodness no one was coming up behind me) and tore out of the parking lot. I noticed the boys in my peripheral vision, and I stole a quick glance back.

They were gone. The sidewalk by the theater was deserted.

I drove home in a heightened state of panic. Had anyone attempted to stop me, I would have run on through and faced the consequences later.

I bolted into my house, scanning all around -- including the sky.

What did I see? Maybe nothing more than some kids looking for a ride.

And some really funky contacts. Yeah, right.

A friend suggested they were vampires, what with the old "let us in" bit and my compelled response to open the door. That and the "we'll go see our mother" thing.

I'm still not sure what they were, but here's an epilogue I find chilling:

I talk about Chad a lot. He's still my best friend, my best ghost-hunting companion and an all-around cool guy. He recently moved to Amarillo, but at the time this happened was still living in San Angelo of Ram Page fame.

I called him and talked to him briefly. He had two female friends with him at the time, both professing some type of psychic ability.

I started telling him the story, leaving out the part about the black eyes for the kicker. One of the women (we were on a speakerphone) stopped me.

"These children had black eyes, right?" she asked. "I mean, all-black eyes?"

"Er ... Yes." I said. I was a bit taken aback.

"Hmmm," she said. "One night last week, I had a dream about children with black eyes. They were outside my house, wanting to be let in, but there was something wrong with them. It took me a while to realize it was the eyes."

I hadn't even gotten as far as them wanting to come in.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I kept the doors and windows locked," she said. "I knew if they came in, they would kill me."

She paused.

"And they would have killed you, too, if you had let them into your car."

So, from this extra-long post, we have three unanswered questions:

A) What did I see?

B) What would have happened if I opened my car door?

C) Why does Chad always get the cool psychic chicks? ;)

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Well, there you have it. I'll write some more later. But for now, your comments are welcomed as always.

Brian

brianbet@camalott.com

http://www.camalott.com/~brianbet/ghosts.html

Check out the Black eyed kids FAQ that Brian has written answering many of the common questions he gets about this story.

The Story

Posted: 6 Jan 2005 12:31 AM Reply Advise

I gues I should have posted this originally.

It was on a sunny day, in Nov. I was finishing up some shopping and decided to stop at Starbucks,on my way home, to get some tea.

Lots of people at Starbucks, no suprise. Got my tea, headed out the door, had to stop and organized myself as my keys migrated to the bottom of the purse and I still had to get my wallet in! So I plopped the stuff down on a open table and tried to get my act together. Felt like I was being watched, so turned around, to give whatever to the perv that I assumed was watching me, and the smart a** reply died in my mouth as I caught sight of him and made (inadvertent) eye contact. The eyes, blacker than black, and I just felt a darkness around him, and evil. As I looked in his eyes, I somehow KNEW that was not a human soul occupying that body, and I felt that he knew that I knew, if you know what I mean! LOL.

Interesting side note: 3 open tables around the table "he" was sitting at, were empty, and stayed empty. People would just come out the door, look in that direction, and leave. No one would sit near "him".

I got the feeling that "he" was amused by this. That he could keep humanity away. I broke eye contact, deliberately, and proceeded to get my stuff organized and WALKED back to my car. Somehow, I felt that it was important that I show no fear. So I held it to a walk. OK, a fast walk, but a walk. Got in my car and left.

That's it. I got creeped out and drove the wrong way, without thinking, but no damage was done.

So my original question still stands. How do you tell what is occupying a body? Was it a demon or another kind of dark spirit?

--

Could be kids with contacts trying to creep people out or wors, or they could be something els.

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Sounds like an urban legend. my suggestion. don't trust what you read on the net. most of it is fiction.

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Sounds like an urban legend. my suggestion. don't trust what you read on the net. most of it is fiction.

So very true, put the thought that a percentage isn't gives me the chills.

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My sister saw two boys with black eyes a few years ago. She was having a bath and she looked up in the manhole and the two of them were staring at her and they were pale or something. I told her they might've been hybrids. Edited by broken_inside

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My sister saw two boys with black eyes a few years ago. She was having a bath and she looked up in the manhole and the two of them were staring at her and they were pale or something. I told her they might've been hybrids.

Or just perverts. :D

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I don't think so. The house we lived in then was really haunted...

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I don't think so. The house we lived in then was really haunted...

Well then thats just creepy.

Never really understood why people would wnat to live in haunted places.

I am more of an "If I stay out of their way, they'll stay out of mine." type o'guy.

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