In the mid-1970’s I lived in Florida after breaking up with my first husband. This must have been around 1977 and I do remember it was July. I was home alone just enjoying a day by myself. I had the front door wide open and the storm door closed and locked. Just after lunch there was a knock at the door. As I turned from the kitchen and took a step toward the door, the strongest feeling of doom overcame me. I was filled with terror. For no apparent reason. I stopped for a moment in my tracks. Another knock came from the door and I found myself suddenly standing in front of it. Standing on the top step were two boys, maybe ten or eleven years old. I felt sick deep in my stomach. I was shaking when I began to speak, but one of the boys spoke first.
“Please, can you let us in? We need to use your telegraph.”
“What do you mean??”
They both turned to each other, not saying a word. Then the boy spoke, changing the question matter. “Please miss, my brother needs to use your telephone. We won’t hurt you. You don’t have to worry. Please give us permission to come in.”
I said, “No, I don’t think so. There’s a gas station on the next corner.”
The boys head tilted upward and his eyes were just two deep dark black holes. The other boy also looked at me. His eyes were the same.
“Miss! We need to come in NOW!!! Let us in!!!”
I said “No!” I slammed the door shut and locked the knob, the chain and the deadbolt. I was shaking like I had been in a very cold room. I looked out the peep hole and they were both looking at the door.
The one boy kept saying, “Please let us in. We are cold.”
“Go away! I’m going to call the police!” I shouted.
I looked out and they stood there and only stepped off the stairs when my boys came walking up the sidewalk. I watched as the boys got to the end of the walkway and turned in the opposite direction of which my boys were coming. They ran up to the door and were surprised to find it locked. I carefully unlocked it and hurried them in then locked it behind them. They asked me who the kids were and I told them that they were just kids selling something for a club they belonged to.
After that day, I tried to stay aware of what is around me. All I know is that what I experienced was something out of a movie. It traumatized me and I sleep with the lights on. I didn’t tell my kids until my youngest, a girl, had graduated high school. My oldest son said that the moment they had stepped onto the sidewalk where our house was he felt a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.
This seems to be a bigger situation than just a few scattered events. I would like to hear from anyone else in Florida who had an encounter with these two “children.”
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