28 June 2016 | June 2016
A few months ago, I visited my mother in Amarillo. She lives in a good area with a good reputation. I was expecting to have a nice vacation, and spend some quality time with mom as she is getting older. We spent the afternoon together and that evening, she went to bed. I wasn’t tired so I decided to watch some TV, and catch up with my friends on Facebook. About an hour later there was a knock on the door. I was a little taken aback. This area was normally dead after ten.
I went into the kitchen to try and look out to see who was at the door. The knocking was persistent. It wasn’t like the average elder visit where a knock would be followed by silence. This was a constant tap-tap-tap.
I was starting to get tired of this idiot knocking on the door. I went to the porch and opened the door. Two teenagers stood there. One looked around forteen, the other looked around sixteen. I instantly wondered if they were at the wrong house. I was the only person under thirty in my family. There was no possible reason for these kids to be here.
They said nothing. I asked them what they wanted. The older one told me that he was sorry for waking me up but wanted to come in and use the phone. He explained that they had been left in the area by their parents and needed to call someone. As he finished he just stared at me. When I saw his eyes I couldn’t even tear myself away.
His eyes were completely black. Just black. I couldn’t break away from his gaze. I had a huge urge to stand back and let him in. As we stood there staring at each other he started talking. This time he wasn’t asking. He was demanding that I let him in. The façade was gone. Whatever he wanted would only “take a few moments” and then they would leave. He wanted me to “let him in and help him.”
I broke my eyes away and suddenly realized that I was actually stepping backwards. I hurriedly told them to get off the porch and find help elsewhere. I closed the door with them still standing there and heading towards the phone. I called the police, and told them that there were a couple of kids in the area who seemed to be up to no good.
They said that they did a thorough check—but didn’t find anything. No-one else in the area had seen then, my mother hadn’t even heard them. I told her about it, but she just dismissed it as the youth of today with poor manners.
She didn’t see their eyes. I felt absolutely terrified and I felt at odds with their will. I think they meant to do me harm. Has anyone else had any experience with black eyed kids?
Submitted by Deana M
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