6 Strange Encounters with Black Eyed Children

By | September 10, 2016

Do you believe in the existence of Black Eyed Children? I am still on the wall about this one. I haven’t encountered one…but these 6 people did and here are their recounts.


1. Midnight caller

It almost felt like a dream. I woke up to my dog, Lucy, barking. She was upright on the bed where my husband and I were sleeping with our 22 month old daughter, staring at our door like an unknown stranger was out there rummaging around. I thought she was just freaking out over a house noise. We’d only had her for 3 months and she was still a puppy. It could have been anything- our roommate, a creak from the house settling, the awnings moving outside in the breeze- I wasn’t too concerned initially.

I decided the best bet would be to open the door and show her nothing was there. It sounds a bit silly, but it’s what we do with our daughter when she gets scared, and I figured it should work with a puppy, too. I opened the door and she raced to the front door. She stood there, snarling at the door. It was an angry, violent growl, one I had never heard her make before. I looked groggily at her and opened the baby gate blocking the doorway, planning to open the door and show her everything was OK.

The second my hand reached for the deadbolt, Lucy went wild. She started barking and jumped toward me, and when I touched the metal, she suddenly changed her temper. She whimpered, almost like she was afraid and backing down. As her mannerism changed, so did mine- I wasn’t calm anymore. My heart was racing and sinking at the same time. I had been flooded with a mixture of fear and dread. I looked through the peephole. I can’t explain why I looked, but I did. Outside were two kids.

One was just a smidgen shorter than me, and didn’t look much younger. I’m 21, and she looked to be 16 or 17. She was slender and pale. Her hair was a light shade of honey blonde, and she wore it long, about mid-back, with long, thin, blunt bangs in the front that covered most of her eyes. She wore jeans, a light-wash that’s popular right now, and a thin-looking olive colored pullover style hoodie. She held the hand of a small girl, who looked to be around 3 or 4, in the same style jeans and a button-down ivory cardigan. The smaller one looked at the floor shyly, but had the same shade of hair, tied back in a ponytail. She held a stuffed toy under her free arm, and it was identical to one my daughter has- as was their style of dress. Had it not been for the feeling of overwhelming dread and fear, I probably would have asked these children in and given them some tea or hot chocolate to get them out of the bitter cold. Something about them seemed off. At this point, I hadn’t made any noise- I hadn’t shushed the dog or grumbled, nothing- I hadn’t turned on any lights, these kids had no indicators I was at the door. The older one spoke.

She had a voice that was mature, confidant, strong, and accentless. She held her head tilted downward, and I couldn’t see her eyes. She said “We have to use your phone.” I stood frozen in fear. How did she know I was there? She raised her head to face me directly, and that was when I saw her eyes. There was a reason I couldn’t see them through her bangs before- they were black, or midnight blue, or a dark, dark purple- they were otherworldly. she said. “Our mother is worried.”

As someone who has always been interested in creepy stories, I knew what she was the second she looked at me through the door. I have never been one to believe in these things- as a staunch Atheist and skeptic when it comes to the paranormal, I had written off many a ghost story from friends and family members eager to tell their tale. I didn’t believe it. Still, I couldn’t rationalize my way out of this- I was standing with nothing but a thin wooden door between me and a Black Eyed Kid. There was no questioning what was right in front of me.

I did not answer her. Slowly and silently, I backed away from the door, Lucy still cowering at my ankles. She kept talking. “Just let us in to use your phone.” I took another step back, and with that step, the tone changed. At first, she seemed polite. When I took that second step back, she became commanding, almost hostile. We’re not going to hurt you. If we wanted to do that, we would have broken in. I’ll ask again. May we come in and use your phone?” Lucy snarled at the door, and I inched backward, though something inside me seemed to be slowly pulling me back toward the door. It wasn’t a physical pulling so much as a subconcious need to go back and let them in.

I got to my room, covered up the window, locked the door, and sat there in the dim light of the nightlight. I heard her call me back to the door once more, and then quiet. I didn’t go back to sleep that night, and I haven’t slept right since. I know from reading about them that BEK’s can’t just come in without permission. I know they haven’t hurt anyone, but I still fear I’ll be the exception. When I told my husband, he said it was just a dream. He keeps telling me to forget it, but this lingering feeling of sadness, this dread when the house is silent at night, this fear of a knock at the door… this tells me otherwise.


2. Bus encounter

I was riding the bus back home after work, it was about 1 am, I’m a security guard and often work odd hours. So I’mm sitting there, and this guy gets on, sits across from me. He was wearing a suit, had a briefcase, regular looking guy in his 20s. What struck me about him at first was that he was chewing a cigar, not smoking it, you can’t smoke on the bus. So I was just looking at him while he stared out the window and chewed his cigar, and all of a sudden he turned and looked at me. His eyes were pitch black, just as you described.

My heart started beating like a mad motherfucker, and I felt my gorge rising. I was starting to panic and I had no idea why, I was just pants-shittingly terrified of this guy. Then he grinned at me, and his teeth were all covered in tobacco bits and brown juice, the cigar clamped between them. I almost screamed, but instead I had the presence of mind to just get up and take the seat right behind the driver. I calmed down a bit after that, but I kept an eye on the guy. He ended up chatting with some girl that got on, and they were still talking when I got off. I later convinced myself he was just trolling me, having fun with a pair of contacts… now I wonder.


3. Playing with Children at Grocery Store (Summary of Retell)

A friend of mine once told me this story. A mother parked her car near a grocery store and had left her son in the van, so she could get her shopping done quickly. Little did she know that when she would returned she’d find out that her son made friends with another boy. When the other boy turned around, she saw his eyes were completely black. After the boy was shooed away, her son became extremely sick to the point where he was taken to the hospital. Doctors couldn’t figure out what was affecting the boy, but after he was sprinkled with holy water, he felt better…


4. Apartment Building in Pennsylvania

Jim Stills stood in the parking lot in front his brick apartment building in Massachusetts, the glowing ember of his cigarette bright in the night. He soon found he wasn’t alone. “At night, I usually go stand outside to have my cigarette,” he said. “I noticed that there was a kid.”

The “kid” was about twelve to sixteen years old. Each night Stills noticed the boy walk down the street toward him; his gait was unusual. “I’ve lived in these buildings my whole life, and I’ve never seen this kid anywhere,” Stills said. ”He would show up around 10 o’clock at night and walk slowly at a sluggish pace along the main road.”

The boy would move from one building to the next, checking doors. “It was enough to spook me out so I stopped going out front at night.” But he still looked for him. Staring out his widow, Stills would see him night after night, slowly pacing up and down the street until about 3 a.m.

Eventually Stills forgot about the boy and one night went outside for a smoke. What he saw terrified him. “Standing right next to my door was the kid,” Stills said. “Standing and looking at me, asking if I could buzz him inside the building.”

The boy’s his face was covered by his hoodie, but Stills saw his eyes. “Totally black,” he said. “Not a single drop of color anywhere.”

Stills told the boy he couldn’t let him inside and bolted back inside the building, making sure the door was locked behind him. “I had this overwhelming feeling of absolute terror in my body,” he said. “I didn’t sleep and occasionally looked out my window to the boy pacing along the road. I haven’t seen him in months now, but I won’t sit out front at nighttime anymore.”


5. Date with the Newlyweds 

I recently read a story about the Black Eyed Kids, this story felt like a twisted tale of deja vu .  I believe I’ve encountered a BEK. I’ve never mentioned this particular detail about the eyes to anyone, for fear they would think I was fabricating the story or going crazy.

The incident took place about 13 years ago. I had just moved to a new city with my wife. We were small town newlyweds from the Midwest. We moved cross country to one of the biggest city’s in the Southwest so I could attend graduate school. Being naive and  new to city living, I habitually answered the door without a second thought. Never again after this.

The first thing that should have tipped me off to the peculiarity of this situation was the fact that someone was knocking at 6:00 in the morning. The second thing that should have dawned on me is this kid had to reach over a rather tall patio gate to unlatch and open it.

The knock at the door was startling. My wife and I were getting ready for work, a pretty normal routine.  The moment I opened the door, I was overtaken with an inexplicable sense of fear. To this day, I can picture him. Teenager, average height, average build, knee length black leather coat, short black hair and sunglasses. The sunglasses at 6:00 a.m. struck me as odd and even more odd, he was eating an apple. He was very polite and asked if he could come in and warm up. I said, “No”, closed the door and slid the security chain in to place. A moment later, another knock. I opened the now chained door,  and before I could speak he asked again if he could come in and warm up. “NO!” I reply and attempted to close the door. Before the door could shut, he put his hand out stopping the door on its hinges. He looked directly in to my eyes, still wearing his sunglasses, and said, “Can I at least get some ketchup for my apple?”. “Fuck that!” I reply, albeit a little confused.  “Get the hell outta here! My wife is calling the police!”. He takes a moment to let this information sink in, lowers his glasses, revealing eyes as black as obsidian and says, “No. You won’t be calling anybody.”. At that moment I force the door closed, lock it, and call out to my wife, she is scared shitless hiding in the bedroom. All jacked up on adrenalin, I rip the curtains back to look out the window next to the door. He’s gone. Absolutely no trace of him. I go out on the patio and check the gate, it’s still latched from the inside. That was fucked up, I think to myself and as I turn to enter the house I notice a half eaten apple lying on the ground.


6. Strange Tale of Kerrie Kisner (Summary of Retell)

On her method home one afternoon from Wake Tech Community College in Raleigh, New York, 20-year-old Kerrie Kisner took a detour and stopped at Triangle Town Center mall. After browsing mall, she made the woman in the past to her vehicle in parking area. As she did therefore, she noticed a strange, virtually sick-looking kid chatting with an adult lady. The son looked pale with dark bands around their eyes, and he did actually have a rigid and abnormal posture.

The old lady appeared to be looking around in her purse for something to give into the young guy, who Kerrie estimated become around 12 years old. Kerrie out of the blue became much more acutely aware that there have been few individuals around, and the location did actually undertake an almost sinister experience. She quickened the woman speed to attain the woman automobile, but as she passed the pair, the younger man secured eyes together. Kerrie couldn’t assist but look back. They boy’s eyes werecompletely black, like gaping holes inside the head.

She moved away as quickly as she could, although the child abruptly turned and stepped out of the scene, not waiting to receive no matter what old woman had been looking around in her bag for. Kerrie stated that she had the strange effect that while she was staring at the kid, he could review her head and understood exactly what she had been contemplating him. The driver’s seat, though he also points out the possibility of a prank by saying he later noticed the man casually chatting with a girl.



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