Are The Black-Eyed Kids The Predator, or the Prey? A New Account of a Black-Eyed Kid Incident

01 August 2016 | Black Eyed Kids, Creepy places, Your Stories

This account of the Black-Eyed Kids is a little unusual. My experience took place several months ago, in Kansas. I have been reading the other accounts on your site, and wanted to share my story here.

Looking back, the most bizarre thing about my experience was how quickly they showed up. I walked in the porch, turned around to lock it, then turned back, and there was a knock. More than anything else about this story, that freaks me out. It’s not something I’ve seen in other accounts that I’ve read.

I turned around and saw them: two kids, one was in his early teens. The other looked about eleven. The older one was knocking. He looked panicked, and was really pounding on the door. The younger one looked emotionless, and didn’t say anything.

“We have to use your phone!”

I felt my hand moving forward, towards the door knob, but then I yanked it back. I don’t know if I need to explain that I “wanted to help them, but also felt afraid of them,” but I did. It’s in all the encounters, so I’m just confirming that, yes, it happened to me too. These kids absolutely strike fear into your heart.

It’s always seemed strange to me that no one who’s ever encountered the Black Eyed Kids has ever heard of them before. I had at least read a few paranormal websites, and I knew of a few of the stories people had told. I think that’s why it was like reflex when I heard a request to use the phone; my eyes went to theirs, and I saw that they were solid black. And I knew what these kids were.

The older kid seemed to immediately realize what I’d seen. I’ve heard that they usually get mad if you see their eyes. That didn’t happen this time, though. His eyes got a look of desperation.

“I swear to God I won’t hurt you!” he screamed. “You can trust us.”

That’s something I’ve never seen reported before.

I ran to get my shotgun. I wasn’t going to just stand there and listen to them begging to get in for the next hour.

When I came back with the gun, though, they were already gone. In their place was a young girl. Her hair was very light. I remember it as white. She wasn’t trying to get in. In fact, she was looking away. I pointed the gun at her anyway.

“You get the hell out of here!”

“You don’t need to do that,” she said, “I don’t even want to get in.”

I lowered my gun involuntarily. This girl freaked me out far more than the boys did, but I was powerless to disobey her. She had power.

“There were some boys who came by, and asked to come into your house. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” I said. I hoped that being honest with her would get her to go away as soon as possible.

“How long ago did they leave?”

“Just now. I was going to get my gun for them, and when I came back you were here.”

“Excellent, then they should still be close. Don’t worry, you won’t be seeing them again.”

She turned to me briefly, and I caught a glimpse of her face. I looked at the eyes, expecting them to be black again. Instead, I saw they were pure white. No irises, and no pupils. Just pure, white pools in her face, that seemed to glow slightly in the darkness.

She turned and walked away, and I realized something; I believed her. I fully expected that I would’ve never seen those boys again.

BI

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