05 July 2016 | Your True Encounters
I have my own experience of these “black-eyed kids.” It happened a few years ago. I have never been able to really think of a rational reason for what happened. It just happened.
I headed out to mow my lawn. In the front of the ditch of my road I have bushes and flowers neatly set up. To my surprise, someone had gone by and stepped all over my roses. I was pretty upset.
The next day, I saw two kids walking down my road. Keep in mind my road has several houses, so we all know each other very well. These kids looked to be around forteen, or fifteen years old. I’ve never seen these kids before in the neighborhood. I wanted to go outside and ask them if they messed with my roses, but I figured they’re just kids and I’d let it slide this time.
The kids stopped walking and just stood on the road right across from my house. That’s a good hundred, or so, feet away. They just stood there. I was looking out the window and they were just standing right there. I went to my room to go get my shoes and when I came out they were gone.
It was around 8 p.m. and it was starting to get dark out. My power went off and on a few times. That’s never happened before. We usually have very stable electricity.
Around 8:20, I heard deep knocking at my front door. I went over to the door, turned on my porch light and looked through the little hole on my door, but it was just pitch black, even though the light was on. I didn’t know why, but I was extremely terrified. I started to put my hand on the handle and I asked, “Who’s there?”
Some kid answered, “Sorry to bother you, but we are lost and need to borrow your phone.”
“I have a spare cell phone you can borrow for a few minutes,” I told them. “Let me go get it and I’ll come outside with you.”
The kid just said, “No. You let me in right now!” And he started banging on my door. I’m not talking about just hitting it, but it was like something very big and wide was smashing against my door.
I said, “You quit that right now. I got a gun, and if you try anything I will shoot you.”
The kid kept screaming, “Let me in now! You’re making a mistake!”
I grabbed my gun and held it off to the side of my leg. I put my hand on the lock and unlocked the door. This is where I made my mistake. I opened the door expecting either both those kids or just one kid with a weapon or something. But these weren’t little kids. Standing at my door were two people, and both looked young. But their eyes gave them away. They were pitch black.
I felt terrified again. I felt like putting my shotgun down and letting them in. I’m not sure why I felt that way. As I had the door open for those 3 or 4 seconds, the taller kid started to walk forward to come in. I kicked my door shut as hard as I could and I locked it.
At this point I heard them both crying and screaming in a strange distorted high-pitched way, followed by some banging on my door again. I went to check my back door, just to make sure it was still locked. Thankfully, my back door was locked and by the time I headed to my front door, they just stopped.
I loaded my shotgun and opened the door expecting these “things”. But they were gone. I heard some footsteps and my neighbor was coming by. He heard some weird screams and came by to check on me. I stood there, probably looking like death with a shotgun in my hand. I let him in and told him the entire event. He told me to call the cops, but I was positive they wouldn’t believe me. I never called the cops.
Submitted by Keith W.
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