Portland Black Eyed Children – Man..I came across this newsgroup by accident as I am moving to Portland in a few months and I was just doing a little general research about the city. I was stunned to read about the incidents with the creepy black eyed kidโs because I had a similar incident happen to me, while visiting Portland in August of 2000.
My girlfriend and I were staying at the hostel on Glisan Ave in NW Portland. Itโs a very nice place in a hip and fun, if a little yuppyish section of town. Anyway, it was a Friday night, actually early Saturday morning. April, my girlfriend, and I were up socializing with another couple from England, sharing some laughs and playing some songs..I had my guitar with me. Well, at about 2:30 AM, we suddenly realized that there was no more beer left and none of us really felt like calling it a night just yet. Well April reminded me that I had bought a couple of bottles of Pinot Noir from a little place called the City Market earlier in the day, but they were still in the trunk of her car. So she tossed me the keys and I ventured out to make the hike to where the car was parked.
There is a sort of a โgood luck finding a spot to parkโ policy at the hostel, so we ended up parking in a spot off a side street about four blocks from the hostel. Itโs not really a bad area, nightlife was still winding down not too far away from the hostel, and I could hear the random noises of revelry off in the distance. But as I walked to the car, I found myself feeling very alone.
As I turned down the street to where the car was parked, a misty rain filled the air, not really drops, but a kind of misty directionless rain. The streetlights lit my path and reflected their dim glow in the wet pavement. As I reached the car and slid my keys into the trunk latch, I heard this voice call out. โHey misterโ. Thinking I was alone, and not having seen anyone as I was walking down the street, I was very startled, and I whirled around to be greeted by the face of an adolescent who gazed at me intently from just a few feet away.
I was really unnerved and by reflex I jumped back then grabbed my chest and said something like, โJesus man, you just scared the shit out of meโ. The kid just kept looking at me undaunted. He appeared to be between the age of 11-14. And he wore old jeans and a hooded
sweatshirt. His hair was black and his skin was tan. He had a Mediterranean look about him. It was then that I noticed that his eyes were all black. My first thought was that he was on LSD because I know that that can dilate your pupils and give that type of appearance. But this kid didnโt seem to be on a drug, he seemed very calm and confident. It was kind of unnerving to have a kid act like that.
He said, without looking away, โIโm lost and scared, do you think you could give me a ride to my momโs house?โ But this kid didnโt look scared at all. Masked behind those youthful features, was the expression of a wolf leering at me. Iโm a fit 28-year-old man, and what I felt was real fear. He kept moving closer and closer to me.
Quickly I broke eye contactโฆIt was difficult though because those eyes were compelling. Deep pools of black, they looked ageless in contract to that young face. They stared at me reflecting the streetlights. It was like gazing up at a star sprent sky on a clear night.
โI backed off up onto the curb and stammered, โUh no..Really I canโt, I have to go..Sorryโ. I kept looking at the ground because I had the feeling that if I kept looking at his black eyes I would become trapped like a fly in a spiderโs web.
I heard him say..โOh thatโs OK, here come my friends.โ I quickly looked up past him down the road and I saw another young boy and a
girl about a block further down in the middle of the street. I didnโt have my glasses on and I have trouble seeing clearly off that far. But Iโll be damned if it didnโt look like they were floating towards us a couple of inches off the ground.
I turned around to run and I heard a guttural growling behind me. I ran faster than I ever ran in my life straight towards the hostel. I kept feeling like they were right there, behind me..clawing at the back of my neckโฆ.I will never forget that feeling as long as I live. It was the closest I ever experienced to true terror.
When the hostel was in sight I finally looked back and I found myself alone. I kept running though and didnโt stop until I was again with my friends. They were all surprised to see me panting bending over. They asked, โWhat happened?โ, โWhereโs the wine?โ. I collapsed on the floor and didnโt speak until I regained my composure. Suddenly I felt ashamed that I ran from a group of kids. I never told them what happened; I told them that some thugs tried to start a fightโฆ
Obviously, at that point I no longer felt like socializing and I told my friends that I wanted to retire for the evening. So April and I went to our room. Despite the warmth I insisted on shutting the window and closing the curtains. I didnโt sleep a wink..
I never told anyone what really happened until now. When I read that story my blood ran cold and all my hair stood on end. Iโm still moving there this fall.
Source: pararational
Not to argue much what “is” either perceived and held in memory or able to be separated from a photo with clarity, there appear to be two distinct stories here(includes other recent articles for information).
Black eyed(eye-balls) and eye pits and their surround of the socket area.
Some (apparent witnesses) appear to declare the eyes themselves are black. some have pictures that show that the surrounding eye-sockets are blackened, of which one incident reported in Cannock Chase Staffordshire England UK with a photo of children climbing trees shows a very strong possibility the eyes are normal and only surrounded with blackening, not only this, the face shows a very normal expression of depressed denial (the eyes rolling away from the camera way out to one side) that maybe the distress such a ghost may have if a departed child, particularly in a location where it is oddly isolated.
I wondered if polio maybe something to do with it if its demise was in such an isolated area and maybe by mugging as it appears it had toys, but i point that showed someone disproportionate to size and height with the hoop in that sighting and photo.
The stories vary of what these are but i cannot say that it means much until someone said the actual eyes were black e.g. some sort of hemorrhaging , maybe after immense shock , maybe from being inbred.
The London underground sighting, maybe the child went into the tunnel to cry with coal dust or simply all over its hands.
Anyhoos, the whole damn lot are filthy, Polio or not or else!
Black schmak!
For a rational answer to a specter ghost appearance try
Raccoon_eyes
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raccoon_eyes
or
Frostbite by something such as a balaclava or alike as the only exposed region of flash being the eyes and surrounds.
In Australia right now it’s July and mid winter but tonight as i write it is possible to get around Sydney in a t-shirt, but some nights when wind blows and it rains unlike the snow latitudes where the sightings are, and tunnels in London it is subtle if anyone gets frostbite enough to require amputation!