Can We Come In And Use Your Telegraph? Another Strange, Terrifying Stateside Incident With The Black-Eyed Kids

22 July 2016 | Black Eyed Kids, Your Stories, Your True Encounters

This incident happened to me around five years ago. It was in December, or January and we were having particularly strong snow storms.

I have been in bed for a few hours and started to hear tapping noises coming from several windows in my house. It must have been around 3am. I just thought it was some kids in the neighborhood making asses of themselves. So I got up, went downstairs and opened the door. Two boys were standing there. Now remember this is the middle of winter and these two boys are standing there in thin jackets and pants. The cold didn’t seem to bother them one bit. I also started to feel very anxious—scared even. I couldn’t explain it at the time.

The smaller of the boys suddenly started talking. He had a monotone voice, with absolutely no emotion of any kind. He asked if he could use the “telegraph.” Now… I was expecting him to want to use the phone, or perhaps the bathroom… but the telegraph?

At the same time, I noticed that the whole neighborhood had become deathly quiet. No dogs barking, no humming of wires, no cars… nothing.

I told the two boys that I didn’t have a telegraph in my house, and asked them to go home and reconsider their lives. I also explained that playing fool and asking for a telegraph was a dumb thing to be doing at such an early hour with a grumpy old man like myself.

They didn’t even flinch. I closed the door and the tapping on the windows started again. I felt absolutely drained. That’s when they started screaming and shouting for me to let them in. I grabbed the phone in my hall and dialed for the police. The screams and shouts should have been audible over the phone—but the lady who took my call didn’t seem to hear them. She said that they would send a patrol car. Later I was told that she hadn’t taken my call seriously, and no patrol car had been dispatched.

I went back upstairs as the tapping and banging continued. I eventually fell asleep and haven’t seen these kids since. But I do want to know what the hell was going on. I haven’t been able to get the whole thing out of my mind. What did they want with the telegraph?

Roy Dury

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