“They were coal black,” he told the newsgroup. “No pupil. No iris. Just two staring orbs reflecting the red and white light of the marquee.”
The silent boy looked horrified at being found out. The talkative one looked angry. “You have to let us in,” he insisted, more urgently now. “We don’t have a gun.” Because, Bethel wondered, they didn’t NEED a gun to make him do what they wanted? Bethel’s hand went for the gear shift. The boy’s voice grew louder, angrier. “WE CAN’T COME IN UNLESS YOU TELL US IT’S OKAY. LET… US… IN!”
Bethel hit the gas. As he sped away, though, he took a moment to look back.
Bethel told the newsgroup that he still didn’t know what he ran into that day. But his story had an epilogue, as well, and involved his best friend, Chad. Bethel rang Chad up and told him what had just happened. Chad had Bethel on speakerphone; another friend of his also heard the story as Bethel told it. But then Chad’s friend stopped Bethel. “These children had black eyes, right?” she said. “I mean, all-black eyes?” Then she went on: “One night last week, I had a dream about children with black eyes. They were outside my house, wanting to be let in, but there was something wrong with them. It took me a while to realize it was the eyes.”
Bethel hadn’t yet mentioned that the children had black eyes. He hadn’t even gotten as far as them asking to be let into his car.
“What did you do?” he asked Chad’s friend.
“I kept the doors and windows locked,” she replied. “I knew if they came in, they would kill me.”
Then she added, “And they would have killed you, too. If you had let them into your car.” [tagbox tag="Creepy Things That Seem Real But Aren't"]
Here’s the thing: As far as we know, this actually did happen to Bethel. Nor was it an isolated incident; though Bethel’s story looks to be the first account of these strange children to appear; reports of run-ins with the black-eyed kids have been circulating the Internet for years. None of the stories explain what the children are, where they come from, or what the cause of their strange eye color might be. But the stories all have a couple of things in common: The children always request the teller to let them inside their car or house, and the excuse is always something that implies the child is in need.
Real? Not real? The skeptic in me says not; surely these stories are simply the results of a normal, everyday occurrence being perceived in out-of-the-ordinary ways. But who knows. Have you ever encountered the black-eyed children?
If not, be thankful.
And keep your doors locked.