The Black-Eyed Kids
by Tee
I am a 47-year-old woman. The day in question was a normal day for me. I am an apartment manager of over 20 years experience and open my door to strangers every day. Sometimes I don't like the looks of the people that come to my door to see available apartments, but I will still make myself available to show the ready and empty apartments to rent.
On this day, however, I was not willing to even step out of my office door to show to the very creepy young boy who had knocked at my door. He had come in the early afternoon and knocked on my office door. I opened the door to see who it was. He was young boy of about 17 or 18, approximately. He asked me about an open apartment for rent. I remember feeling very scared and shaken by his appearance. He did not look weird by his dress or such. It was his eyes. I remember feeling the hair on my neck stand up, and I was shaking just from looking in his eyes.
I have never felt like this before in all the years I have done this job. I could not look him straight in the eyes. I felt like I was about to die. My instincts told me this. I noticed he was on a bicycle, not in a vehicle. He was not moving toward me or anything, but he was just waiting for me to invite him in or take him to the empty unit. Now, some people may think that I was just over-reacting or something, but the eyes were completely black – like there was no real pupil. He spoke normally to me, but I had to just shut the door in his face and get as far from him as I could. I felt like I was in extreme danger. Only because of the eyes. I think if I had looked any longer into them, I would have not been able to shut that door.
I shook for hours after that. I called my daughter at work and told her about it. She told me about the "black-eyed kids." I am still afraid of that image of his eyes. The black-eyed kids are some young kids that try and get people to invite them into their cars or homes,etc. – and the people end up dead.
There were two incidents that occurred in Portland, Oregon here that I heard about. I just tried to look up anything I could about them, but there isn't a lot of info on them. Just be warned, do not allow any kids with the dark eyes inside your home or vehicles, no matter how young or persistant they are. My daughter, who is a fan of Art Bell, told me about your site. I just felt moved to write my story.
Thursday, December 2, 2004
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
a newer account of the strange night visitors
Crash Site:
I recently heard about the Strange Night Visitors and I believe I had the same experience a couple of years back.
I live somewhere between the suburbs and farmland; you know, the place where your nearest neighbor is a two minute drive away.
Anyway, one night my parents were out for the weekend so I decided to order pizza and stay home alone. At about 10:30 at night I heard a slow pounding on the houses wooden door. It was very faint and I am not exactly sure how I even heard it.
Naturally, being stupid and young I opened the door without checking to see who it was.
When I saw who it was my skin practically leapt of my body, however, I was not sure why. The person at the door was not strange looking; if I had seen him during the day I probably would have overlooked him. He was wearing a black pinstripe suit and sunglasses and had pale skin with high cheekbones; possibly of eastern descent.
He told me he had just been in a car crash and needed to use my telephone to contact the authorities. Normally I would have admitted him instantly, but there was something wrong about him. The way he said it was not in any way distressed, yet it was also not said in shock. It was just so calm.
I told him that if he wanted I would call the police for him. He paused for a moment then looked backwards at the darkness behind him. As he did that, I caught a look at his eyes beneath his sunglasses; they were enormous with red veins popping out of them and it seemed like they could explode at any moment. I got a feeling of complete and utter panic and I could feel despair weighing down on me.
I assured him that I would call the cops for him if he just stayed on the front porch. I shut the door and went to the phone. As I dialed ‘nine’ and ‘one’ I looked through the peephole to see the stranger, but he was no longer there.
I recently heard about the Strange Night Visitors and I believe I had the same experience a couple of years back.
I live somewhere between the suburbs and farmland; you know, the place where your nearest neighbor is a two minute drive away.
Anyway, one night my parents were out for the weekend so I decided to order pizza and stay home alone. At about 10:30 at night I heard a slow pounding on the houses wooden door. It was very faint and I am not exactly sure how I even heard it.
Naturally, being stupid and young I opened the door without checking to see who it was.
When I saw who it was my skin practically leapt of my body, however, I was not sure why. The person at the door was not strange looking; if I had seen him during the day I probably would have overlooked him. He was wearing a black pinstripe suit and sunglasses and had pale skin with high cheekbones; possibly of eastern descent.
He told me he had just been in a car crash and needed to use my telephone to contact the authorities. Normally I would have admitted him instantly, but there was something wrong about him. The way he said it was not in any way distressed, yet it was also not said in shock. It was just so calm.
I told him that if he wanted I would call the police for him. He paused for a moment then looked backwards at the darkness behind him. As he did that, I caught a look at his eyes beneath his sunglasses; they were enormous with red veins popping out of them and it seemed like they could explode at any moment. I got a feeling of complete and utter panic and I could feel despair weighing down on me.
I assured him that I would call the cops for him if he just stayed on the front porch. I shut the door and went to the phone. As I dialed ‘nine’ and ‘one’ I looked through the peephole to see the stranger, but he was no longer there.
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