3 Horrific Real Stories of Black Eyed Kids – What are black eyed children? Good question… With countless reports from all over the world of these creepy little children attempting to enter peoples homes through manipulation, what are we to make of this phenomenon? Here are three real stories of encounters with black eyed children.
Black Eyed Kid on the Bus
I was reminded of this the other day, thought it was worth posting my experience here for opinions. Pretty sure there is some rational explanation for this encounter but would be interested in any opinions, similar encounters and theories. It’s going to be long so to be a bit backward I’ll kick off with the tl;dr – it’s a variant on what I’ve recently discovered is called the black eyed kids phenomena.
Bit of scene setting. In 96/97 I lived in a fairly old terraced house with a cemetary at the end of the road – cliche I know but it’s an important detail – nothing remarkable about the house or the area it was just convenient for college.
Anyway I was up late one night on the PC in my bedroom which looked out onto the street. Was about 2 or 3 am. For whatever reason, probably to give my eyes a rest, I wandered over to the window and looked down the road in the direction of the cemetary (although it was too far down the street for me to see) and I saw 3 people walking slowly down the road.
I could see that they were quite old and appeared to be dressed in funeral clothes which given the hour was weird. There were 2 women and a man, I’d put their ages at about 80 and the woman in the middle was being steadied/guided by the other woman and the man and as they came closer I got the impression that she was upset. My first thought was that given their age she had recently buried her husband and grief had caused her to behave slightly irrationally causing her to try to be out near the cemetary at that hour and that the other 2 were friends/relatives trying to look after her and get her home. Anyway it was all interesting enough for me to carry on watching as they got closer to the house.
Just outside the front of the house was a street lamp, I watched them as they made their way past but when they got to the lamp-post they all stopped and the upset woman in the middle looked up at me and grinned.
This was when things got weird – the grin became a sort of grimace and if there was any colour in her face to start with it was now dead white. At that point I realised I was staring right into her eyes, but her eyes were pitch black. Time sort of dilated. If you’ve ever crashed a car the final split second before you make impact seems to drag out as you process more information than normal in the timeframe, it was that sort of thing. I’m sure we only made eye contact for a second but it felt like several minutes as my peripheral vision faded and I felt like all I could see was these 2 black holes in her face drawing me in – although the distance between us didn’t change she somehow felt like she was coming closer and I was kind of aware although I couldn’t honestly say I could see them at that point that the 2 people with her were just continuing to look down the road as if frozen but waiting for this woman to finish whatever she was doing.
I was suddenly hit with this intense feeling of dread and panic so I threw myself on the floor. As soon as I’d broken her gaze I felt pretty stupid that this upset old woman who clearly needed help had spooked me so badly so I looked out the window again and there was no sign of them. It was a longish straight road and the house was towards the middle so Linford Christie would have had trouble getting out of sight in the time I looked away let alone 3 octagenarians.
So reddit – any ideas what this was all about? Tired mind playing tricks? It felt far too real for that and all these years later I can still remember every detail incredibly clearly and I can recall a good amount of the dread I felt staring into those eyes – I get chills just retelling the story.
Black Eyed Kid on Halloween
This is so funny, I’d never heard of BEK’s before my incident so I come on here to post my story and the first story I see is about a BEK. Wierd.
Let me preface this by saying I’m by no means a writer, just a “domestic engineer” living in north Texas. Also, I don’t believe in the paranormal – ghosts, demons, aliens, whatever. However, I did have an event happen to me this Halloween I have to admit has me scratching my head.
This is my first post on Reddit, and sorry to say I’d never even heard about it until yesterday. I told my best friend about my incident and she’s an avid reader of nosleep and she told me if I didn’t post it, she would – so here I am. Anyway, hope you like.
So, it had been a slow trick-or-treat night in our neighborhood that evening, which is pretty odd in itself. We usually have kids from different areas “dropped off” in ours and have a constant parade at our door. That night I’d say we’d had no more than 8 or 10 groups of kids come by the entire night. It was about 9:30pm and my husband and I were sitting in our family room watching some of those ghost shows based on (supposedly) actual events. Like I said, I don’t believe in that stuff but I do like a good ghost story now and then and it was Halloween and all.
We hadn’t had any activity at the door in over half an hour and it was getting late so we decided to turn the porch light of and let our dog Chloe out of her crate. Chloe is an American Bulldog and is very docile. We only put her in her crate because we were afraid she’d try and get out to “play” with all the kids and I didn’t want to have to chase after her down the street. Also, we didn’t want her to scare any of the kids because she would look a little intimidating to the younger kids.
So, I turned the outside light off let Chloe out and she followed me back to the couch and lay down at my feet. It was getting close to 10:00pm when my husband decided he’d had enough fun for the night and was going to go upstairs, take a shower and get ready for bed. After all, it was Thursday and he still had to get up early the next day. My teenaged son was out with his friends at a local haunted house and wasn’t expected back for another hour or so, so that left me alone on the couch with Chloe.
Now, just because I don’t believe doesn’t mean those shows don’t freak me out a bit, and being alone now watching I’d have to say was kind of “on edge”, as it were. It wasn’t long after I heard the upstairs water for the shower turn on when there came a light “knock – knock – knock” at the front door. My initial reaction was “what the hell, really? It’s almost 10:00 go home…” but soon an uneasy feeling came over me. Why the knock? Our doorbell glows and in the dark and without the porch light it would be extra obvious to anyone there.
I paused. I couldn’t really just ignore it, our front door has a big beveled glass panel and anybody right at the door could see in enough to see someone was in the family room watching TV. It would be pretty rude for me to just sit there and not answer it. “Knock – knock – knock”, again from the door. I glance down at Chloe and she was gone. My gazed followed her usual path to the front door expecting her to be on her way there as she normally does. Nothing, she wasn’t there.
I stood up to look around the room better and found her, crouching by the back door like she was wanting out. However, she never asks to go out like that. She always comes and licks my hand or puts her head on my knee. This was totally out of character for her, and I have to say heightened my anxiety. “Chloe, crate!” I said. She just turned back to look at me like “hell no lady, ain’t movin..”
I yelled up to my husband, but if he was already in the shower I knew there was no chance of him hearing me. “Knock – knock – knock.” About that time a car drove down our street and cast just enough light on the door to where I could see the silhouettes of two small children thru the glass. I instantly felt relief. It was just some kids, probably a couple of my neighbors on their way back home that wanted to stop by and show me their costume or something. I headed to the door and looked back to make sure Chloe wasn’t going to follow, what a great watchdog I thought to myself as she just sat there.
I turned on the porch light when I got to the door and sure enough, I could see thru the glass that it was a couple of pretty small kids. A little late for such young ones I thought and I began to wonder about what kind of parents would let their kids run the streets that late at night. I only opened the door enough to where I could block Chloe’s escape if she decided to grow some balls, which was only about two feet. What struck me immediately as odd was the kids weren’t wearing any costumes; they were in normal street clothes. Also, no customary “Trick-or-treat!” either. I began to feel very uneasy again.
It was a girl and boy. The girl, to my left, was older – I’d say about 11 or 12. I could tell she was blond, but I couldn’t make out any distinct features as our lights are from high above and on columns at the front of the porch so most of the light was coming from behind them. I had not opened the door wide enough for any light from inside to hit them directly. The boy was younger and about a foot shorter, I’d say 8 or 9 and looked to have light brown hair.
The girl very politely spoke up, “Ma’am, can we please come inside and use your phone to call our mom?” As she spoke something in the pit of my stomach was telling me something was wrong. What kid, even at that age doesn’t have a cell phone of their own these days? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had anybody asked to use my home phone. “Um… hun, don’t you have a phone of your own you can call your mom on?” I asked. This was things really got weird. Both kids turned to look at one another like they were going to say something to one another, but neither ever spoke. They both turned back to me and the girl said, “Ma’am, my cell phone battery doesn’t have any charge left in it. Can we please come inside and call our mother. We’re alone out here and my brother is scared.”
I have to admit there were two competing feelings going on inside me. The first, that of a mother’s heart that wanted to help these two small children get to their mom. The other, a sinking fear in my gut that was keeping the other feeling at bay. It was then I noticed that during the short conversation I’d already opened the door a few extra inches which I was completely unaware of doing. I stopped. “Honey, why don’t you give me your mother’s number and I can call her myself.” Another pause and they again looked at one another. After a short moment, they turned back to me and the girl said, “Ma’am, my little brother has to use your bathroom. Can we please come inside while you call our mom?” And with that last statement the little girl moved closer toward the door like she was going just walk on in by me.
As she did, she stepped into the light coming from inside the house and I got my first real good look at her. Solid, jet black eyes – that’s all I could see. That motherly instinct was gone and replaced by terror I don’t think I’ve ever felt in my life. I could feel every hair on my arms and back of my neck standing at attention. I closed the door to where just my face was able to stick out. The little girl stopped and again pleaded, “Please Ma’am we’re really scared and alone out here. We HAVE to come inside. Please help us!” Then, like on cue, both kids began to whimper and cry.
That’s when the fear took over and I shut and locked the door. “I’ll call your mom if you give me the number,” I shouted thru the door, “but I’m not letting you in my house!” I could still see them stand there on the porch, just staring at me thru the beveled glass pane. Part of me wanted to run upstairs to my husband, but the bigger part didn’t want to lose track of where they were. That would have freaked me out even more to not know where they were.
After what seemed like forever, but probably only a few seconds, I decided I’d call my neighbor that lives across the street. As I made my way to the side table by our couch to my phone, I glanced at the back door – Chloe was nowhere to be found. We later found her in the guest room under the bed. When I got to my phone and started to look for his contact info, it was only then the kids stepped away from the door and began to walk to the street.
As they did I walked to the door to get a better look to see where they went, still not calling my neighbor. If you get close enough to the glass you can see out enough to make out peoples shapes, but you can see much detail. Of course, standing that close to the door would make you pretty obvious to anyone outside looking in. From the door, I could see that the kids were still standing under the streetlamp nearest my house, staring at me. As I lifted the phone to my ear after calling, only then did the kids start walking down our street. I met my neighbor out under the lamp once he was out there, but the kids were nowhere to be seen.
Like I said, I don’t believe in any of this stuff and had never even heard about black eyed kids before talking to my friend. What I really think (what I have to think) is these kids were just out yanking people’s chains on Halloween night. But I will say this for them, they were good. Really good at it. They scared the s out of me AND my dog!
Black Eyed Kid attempted car jacking
On March 17, 2008 I had my one and only encounter with a black eyed kid. Before my experience i had never heard of anything having to do with the black eyed kids. I was 12. I was sitting outside of a hairdressers in a old Chevy pickup waiting for my mom to get her hair cut. About 15 minutes had passed and I saw some kid walking back and forth along the sidewalk in front of my parked car. At first I thought I recognized him as one of my friends from school so i banged on the front windshield until he looked my way. It was not anyone i knew. At this point I was not scared at all. Not yet. The boy walked over to the side of my care and just stares. I think to let me get a good look at his eyes. To freak me out. Let me tell you.. If you have never seen a black eyed kid.. you have no idea what to imagine. Pupils black as the night sky. The boy whispers “You must let me in” and then i locked the car doors and ducked down into the space below the seats. Five minutes later he was gone. When my mother got into the car she told me a boy with black eyes had came into the hairdressers had insisted for my mother to give him the keys to the car. She refused……thank God she did.