27 May 2024 | Black Eyed Kids, Your Stories, Your True Encounters
It was late at night and I was sittin in my livin room, watchin TV. It was real quiet, and everyone else was asleep. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. It was strange, ‘cause it was almost midnight. I got up and went to the door, thinkin it might be an emergency.
When I opened the door, there was two kids standin there. They looked about twelve years old. They was wearin old-fashioned clothes, like from a long time ago. They didn’t look right, though. Their eyes were all black, no whites at all. It gave me the creeps.
One of them spoke, and his voice was flat and weird. “Can we come in? We need to use your phone,” he said.
I felt a chill run down my spine. Somethin in my gut told me not to let them in. “Why do you need the phone?” I asked.
The other kid looked up at me with those creepy black eyes and said, “It’s urgent. Please let us in.”
I started to feel real scared. My heart was poundin, and I knew somethin was wrong. “No, I can’t let you in. Go away,” I said, tryin to sound brave.
The kids didn’t move. They just kept starin at me with those black eyes. “We can’t come in unless you invite us,” the first one said. His voice sounded more insistent, almost angry.
I slammed the door shut and locked it. My hands was shakin real bad. I peeked out the window, but the kids was gone. Just vanished into thin air.
I didn’t sleep that night. I kept thinkin about those black eyes and how they wanted to come in. The next day, I told my friends about it, but they said I was imaginin things. But I know what I saw. Those kids were not normal. They were somethin else, somethin bad. I’ll never forget those black eyes.
Submitted by Stone Wilson
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