Short BEK Encounters
Sara Meets Two Black Eyed Kids
Sara says she was sitting alone in her family room when there was a light knock at the front door. Two young children were outside, a girl who looked about 11 and a boy who was roughly 9.
The girl very politely spoke up: Ma'am, can we please come inside and use your phone to call our mom?
As she spoke something in the pit of my stomach was telling me something was wrong, Sara said.
After a short exchange, the girl moved towards the door.
She stepped into the light coming from inside the house and I got my first real good look at her. Solid, jet black eyes, that's all I could see. That motherly instinct was gone and replaced by terror I don't think I've ever felt in my life, Sara explained.
I could feel every hair on my arms and back of my neck standing at attention. I closed the door to where just my face was able to stick out, Sara Continued.
The little girl stopped and again pleaded: Please Ma'am we're really scared and alone out here. We have to come inside. Please help us.
Then, like on cue, both kids began to whimper and cry.
Woman Gets Visitor at Door
Another individual also claims to have encountered black eyed kid on her doorstep.
The girl had a voice that was mature, confident, 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.
Slowly and silently, I backed away from the door, Lucy, my dog, still cowering at my ankles. The girl 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?, the girl said.
Lucy snarled at the door, and I inched backward, though something inside me seemed to be slowly pulling me back towards the door. It wasn't a physical pulling so much as a subconscious need to go back and let them in.
She said she didn't go back to sleep that night and hasn't slept right since.
I Let Them In
I have read many accounts of these black eyed kids but I donít think any really come close to what happened to me when I let two into my house. Some people think that if you let them in that they will kill you, obviously I can say this is not true.
This is what happened:
I was sitting in my bedroom at home when I heard a knock on the door, it was not too late so I didnít hesitate opening the door to whoever it was. when I opened it there was two children standing there, both were looking at the floor.
Yes? I asked,
The taller of the pair asked if they could come in as they were lost and the other boy needed the toilet.
I live in an area where it is very easy to get lost, so I just assumed that they were telling the truth and was looking down because they were shy, even though the one talking, spoke very confidently. so I let them in, the one who needed the toilet just walked in and straight up the stairs so I shouted up its on the right, I donít know why I didnít find this strange but most toilets are upstairs and as he was young I didnít think anything of it.
I told the other one that the phone was down the hall. Thanks, he said and he started to walk down the hall,
I followed him and then I suddenly came over with a really awful feeling like something bad was going to happen, I became very nervous and a bit shaky I still can't explain how that happened, the boy stopped at the phone and paused,
Everything OK? I asked.
He turned to me and looked up and thatís when I saw his eyes, and trust me I will never get that picture out of my head, I was so scared that I couldnít even scream as I turned to run down the hall the other kid was standing at the end.
I became very dizzy and struggled to stand up, he walked closer to me and said that they had been sent to collect me, I still couldnít bear to look into his face, I pushed away from him and ran into my front room and slammed the door shut, I was in so much shock about what was happening I couldnít think straight, this is something that you donít even expect to happen even in movies. after standing against the door for around and hour or so I finally got the courage to make a run for the back door, so I ran to it and unlocked it, I ran to the back of my garden and jumped over the fence not once looking back. Thinking back, I was lucky that the local police weren't searching for a burglar, I would have been arrested on the spot.
A friend lived close so I ran to his house, I told him the story and as I guessed he was a bit skeptic about what I had said. I convinced him to come back with me, when we got there we looked around the whole house but couldnít find them. Ever since this happened I always have a dream that this kids with the black eyes stand over my bed with there hands stretching to me, I hope to God that I never see these again.
The Boy at the Fence
Harold was 16 years old when it happened. He was making the long walk home from a friendís house.
As he made way down the dirt road leading to the entrance, he noticed a small figure leaning against the fence in front of the house. As he approached, he noticed that it was a boy. Being a small town, everyone knew everyone. Harold was puzzled, having never seen this child before. He immediately started talking to the boy, but received no response.
He asked if the boy was alright, and after a moment, the boy finally replied: I wanna go to your house. Take me to your house.
A chill rushed through Harold. He didnít know how to respond. It was in that moment that the boy looked up at him, a pair of solid black eyes staring at Harold with a desperate assertiveness.
Harold felt glued to the ground, terrified. He looked up the road, planning to run when the boy immediately shot back: Now donít you run away from me. Youíre gonna walk me to your house.
Harold was now feeling threatened. He made a run for it, sprinting up the road. Too scared to look back, all he heard was a screeching wail, like that of a bobcat.
Was it the child? Was this a wail of anger for not listening to his threatening words? He wasnít about to stick around to find out.
The front door to the home flung open as Harold barreled through the entrance.
Startled, his parents asked him what was wrong.
Struggling to speak, he finally explained what he had seen to his protective father.
Soon, the father grabbed a shotgun and headed down the road, desperately searching for this boy.
There was absolutely no sign of him anywhere.
The family was left wondering just exactly what it was that Harold had experienced that night.
His mother, fearing that it had literally been the devil in disguise, brought Harold to a local clergy and had him blessed.
And with that, the encounter with the screaming boy at the fence came and went with more questions than answers.