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The Black Eyed Kid experience is both an old and a new phenomenon.

It is old in that the existence of evil parading as innocence has been around since the beginning of time, and it is new because the phenomenon has only been widely reported since the advent of the internet. Which certainly fuels the discussion and the strangeness of the phenomenon. The phrase “Black Eyed Kids” is also modern and encompasses a whole plethora of experiences that are all eerily similar.

 In general, the encounters are as follows. Kids, between the ages of 6 and 16, with pale skin, solid black eyes, and working in groups of 2 or more, arrive at someone’s home or vehicle, knock on the door, and then insist upon being let inside. Anyone who encounters them reports immediately being overwhelmed with a sense of dread and foreboding. Besides blacked-out eyes, these children typically appear normal. Although sometimes their clothing or language is reported to be outdated. Overall, though, they look like normal kids – in a way, their innocence is what makes them truly terrifying.

 While it may not be the earliest sighting of all time, the earliest widely reported sighting was in 1996, by Brian Bethel, a journalist from Abilene, Texas. In Bethel’s report, he describes being in his vehicle late one evening. He had pulled into a parking lot near a movie theater to write a check. He was so absorbed in this that he didn’t notice two young boys approach his car and tap on his driver’s side window. Bethel rolled down his window and noted immediately a “soul-wracking fear,” though he couldn’t understand why.

The older of the two boys said that he and his brother wanted to catch a movie but had forgotten their money at home – and asked Bethel to give them a ride? They assured him that it wouldn’t take long, they were just two kids, and that they didn’t have a gun. Bethel found the assurances unnerving and noted that the last showing of the film they wanted to see had already started and would be nearly over by the time he could drive them anywhere and get back. In his account of the incident, he stated that when he broke eye contact with them, his fear became all-encompassing, and it wasn’t until he broke eye-contact that their eyes became completely blacked out. The older boy began to get frustrated when Bethel made excuses for not giving them a ride and said that they couldn’t get into the car unless Bethel said it was okay. After that, Bethel tore out of the parking lot. To this day, he still stands by his story.

It’s easy to disbelieve Bethel’s story. Particularly with the internet’s ability to grow new legends with relative ease. A sub-genre of the paranormal known as Creepypasta has taken this type of experience and run with it. Creepypastas are horror-related legends that have been copied and pasted around the Internet. In fact, the name Creepypasta is a blending of the words creepy and the action, copy, and paste. These Internet circulated stories are often brief, user-generated, paranormal stories intended to scare readers. They include gruesome tales of murder, suicide, and otherworldly occurrences and by their nature, most are inherently fictitious.

Is Bethel’s story nothing more than Creepypasta? Perhaps, but not entirely, as his story predates the genre and the websites that dive it. There is no doubt however that as Bethel’s story became more widely known, particularly on the internet, it has encouraged a lot of people to come forward with their own Black Eyed Kid encounters.

Bethel’s story is certainly the modern driving force but it is not the first. One of the earliest known accounts of black-eyed children dates back to 1950 in Virginia and a 16-year-old boy, known only as “Harold.”

According to the story, the teenager was walking home one afternoon when he came across another boy leaning against a fence as if waiting for someone. Harold attempted to speak to him but received no response. He was about to walk off and go on with his journey, when the strange boy suddenly said to Harold, “I want to go to your house. You’re going to walk me up to your house.”

It was then that Harold noticed the blackness of the boy’s eyes. There was no white, just solid black. Then something even stranger and more chilling happened: Harold had begun to contemplate turning and running home as fast as he could when the boy blurted out, “Now, don’t you run away from me. You’re going to walk me up to your house.”

Harold turned and ran anyway, faster than his legs had ever carried him before. He later recalled to his parents that as he did so, he heard a scream behind him—a scream that sounded very similar to that of a bobcat.

Interestingly, his parents believed their son’s account, so much so that his father was said to have grabbed his gun and immediately went out looking for the menacing boy who had demanded his son take him to their family home. His mother apparently thought her son had an encounter with the Devil himself and stated that she would take him to see the local priest.

The phenomenon was certainly reported in the ’70s and ’80s as well. According to investigator David Weatherly, a strange encounter involving black-eyed children occurred in the small village of Aisne, France, in 1974. The case was originally investigated by Joel Mesnard and Jean Marie Bigorne and involved two men named only as Alain G. and Patrick V.

While leisurely driving around the small village, the two men stopped their car in front of a house while attempting to do a turn in the road. As they glanced into the property’s courtyard, they saw five mysterious figures, who appeared to be looking at them. The figures were around 1.3 meters (4 ft) tall and were all dressed in the same long garments. Their hair was long, seemingly right down to their waists. The strangest thing by far, however, was their solid black eyes.

The figure closest to the men’s car gestured to them to come into the courtyard. Unnerved and frightened, the men sped away from the scene. It is claimed that they returned later with more people, but there was no sign of the strange figures they’d seen earlier that day.

When investigators spoke to people in the area, one neighbor stated that he had also seen the strange figures. He believed they were children and had spotted them playing in the road.

One reported phenomenon with Black Eyed Kids is that they appear frequently to people who “know” about them. Is simply knowing about Black Eyed Kids a precipitating factor in seeing Black Eyed Kids. It seems that’s possible given the following two stories.

It’s 11:30 at night, in the middle of June, and I’m in my house alone with my dog. I was reading a Reddit post about BEK’s and was pretty shook already. I’ve heard rumors that if you know about them they come and visit you.

I was sitting on my living room couch when I heard 2 knocks at the front door. My dog immediately hopped up on the couch with me and started trembling. I was startled and hesitantly walked to the front door.

My door has 2 slim windows on each side of it so I looked out through the right window and saw 2 kids. One looked really small like he was 5, and the other kid looked at least 9. It was the middle of June and they were both wearing winter clothes. I tried to look at their faces but my porch light wasn’t working for some reason. They were both just staring at the door. I had been staring at them for at least 20 seconds when they both looked up at me through the window on the door.

I ran back to my couch as quietly as I could trying not to make any noise. There are 2 more knocks followed by, “Sir, Let us in. Me and my brother are very hungry and tired.” I just about screamed. How do they know I am a man? I waited, and about 10 seconds later I heard, “Let us in. We have to call our mom.” It was silent for about a minute before the pounding on my window started again. This time one of the kids, in a very demanding tone, said, “Let us in.”

It was quiet after this for at least 2 minutes and I thought they were gone until I heard my backyard gate sling open followed by pounding on my back sliding door. I ran upstairs and locked myself in my bedroom with my dog. They kept pounding for at least a half hour. The pounding finally stopped and I put headphones on and tried to sleep. I have never seen them since…

Last night was like any other night, I was switching between listening to music and watching youtube videos with one headphone in so I can hear my infant daughter if she cries, that way my wife can get a full night’s sleep (she works at 4am at the hospital every day). Then I decided to go lay down in the spare bed in the babies room..

Just as I dozed off I heard a thumping coming from the front porch, startled at first, then I opened my eyes wide and scanned the room. Realizing it was most likely my cat scratching himself on the front porch I dose back off. Then again, the thumping. “Damn cat” I got out of bed to run him off the porch only to see he wasn’t there any more, now that I was up again I wasn’t the least bit tired. I figured I’d just get some tea and check Facebook while I was up, or maybe finish the web series I was watching on youtube..

A few minutes into the video I felt the sudden urge to look up at the kitchen window, and there they were..

the tops of two short statured people’s heads cresting the stairs just above my window frame. The people were just short enough to not see in the window but I could see out. I heard no footsteps on my porch as my stomach turned.. but the knock was a steady hollow thump. The very same thump I had just blamed on my cat. Deciding it was best not to answer I shut my laptop and crept by the door back to the baby’s room..

I assumed it was some of the people from the low income housing across the road from me that were high or hiding from the cops or maybe looking for my cousin who stays with me often and has many friends over there. The last thing I needed was to try to explain to two stoners that I was trying to sleep even though it was 2am.

It wasn’t until I got to my daughters room that the creepiness set in. The thump had moved from the kitchen to the bedroom windows.. both windows, a room apart thumping in perfect time. These stoners were going to wake up my daughter if I didn’t run them off now. Pissed off I went out to the kitchen, unlocked and opened the door ready to run around to the side of the house and kick some little idiots ass.

It happened then, standing there looking up at me were two 10 or 11 year old boys. The feeling of dread and the smell of mold almost made me vomit.. the smaller of the two then spoke “May we use your telegraph?” Huh? I just stared blankly at these boys, horrified by what I then realized.. their eyes were pitch black. He asked again to use my “telegraph”.

There wasn’t a sound to be heard, no crickets chirping, no dogs barking, no cars driving by.. nothing. I tried to play it cool and ignore the fact that he didn’t say telephone, or phone, or cell.. anything that would have made any sense of the situation and calmly replied “I don’t have service at my house sorry.” The expressions on their faces turned to rage as I finished my sentence. Swiftly I shut the door and locked it as quickly as I could, then stumbled back to protect my daughter. I picked her up from her crib and held her close, the fact that she didn’t wake up freaked me out the most but I managed to gather my senses enough to make sure she was still breathing and warm.. everything seemed okay with her.

The thumping on the windows was back, I dropped to the floor as close to the wall as I could and held my little girl in my arms and wept like a child.. I felt helpless and afraid. I lied there for what felt like hours and hours crying and shaking until I heard it, my wife’s alarm clock. The thumping stopped the instant the alarm went off and I crept into the master bedroom with the baby. “Whats wrong with you?” My wife asked… “I just had a bad dream” Is all I could mutter out. “okay well give me the baby so I can feed her before work.” I handed my wife the baby and she fed her like any normal day.. I turned on every light in the house and made coffee for her. For some reason just having her awake calmed my nerves enough to pretend like nothing happened.. I walked her out to the car nervously with the baby in my arms.. I asked her not to leave until I walked back in the house. She was put off by the request but did so to humor me. Once I was safely in the house I locked the door again.. and in the house I sat horrified until she got home. I insisted we go to the next town over and stay the weekend at my brothers house… and here I sit horrified while she sleeps in the guest room with my daughter. Wondering why they stopped when the alarm went off.. I think I know the answer. I was aware of BEKs she wasn’t. Every story I’ve read about them is from someone who already knew about them. Maybe, Just maybe knowledge of them existing is the only reason they visit..

So, you may be asking yourself what happens if you let a Black Eyed Kid into your house or vehicle? While most stories don’t explore this aspect of the phenomenon, either because, they didn’t let the entities into their home, or simply didn’t survive to tell the tale. There is at least one account of a person letting Black Eyed Kids into her home and they have been paying for it ever since.

Let me start by saying that I know how hard this all will be to believe, but now that things have taken a turn for the worse I started looking for stories similar to mine and found Week in Weird. I feel like I should share this story with someone and your website seems like the right place. I made the mistake of letting the Black Eyed Kids inside and now I’m worried that I might die because of it. I hope this will be a warning to everyone who is ever in the position to make the same mistake that I did.

I live just outside of [a rural town in] Vermont. It’s a tight knit community where everyone knows one another and people don’t lock their doors at night. There has never been any need to.

A little over a year ago I woke up because I heard a loud banging on my front door. At the time my husband and I lived in a small home on a dirt road just off the rural route into town. It was the middle of a snowstorm and the nearby hills get very slippery in the snow so I thought that someone might have been in an accident and broken down. It’s happened before.

When I looked out the window I could see that our motion spotlight was on. I could see that there were footprints in the snow that had come from our road and into our driveway but there was no car anywhere. The snow was still covering the road and no one had driven on it for at least a couple hours. Our front door was obscured from the window but I could see that someone was standing there. I wasn’t sure what to think so I woke my husband up just to feel safer. While I was telling him what was going on the banging on the door started again and my husband went to answer it while I stood in the hallway.

When he opened the door there were two children standing in the snow looking toward the ground. They were a boy and a girl and could not have been more than 8 years old. They were dressed strangely and had odd haircuts. The girl’s hair was very long and straight and the boy had a dated haircut that looked almost like a bowl cut. They weren’t dressed for winter and my first thought was that they must have been Mennonite children but as far as I know there was never a large community of Mennonites near us.

Thinking back on it I know that my normal reaction to seeing children in a snowstorm would have been to rush them inside and bundle them up with some blankets and hot cocoa, but that’s not how this felt. The children were very unnerving. They would not make eye contact and when my husband asked them if everything was ok they asked if they could come in. My husband looked at me like “what do I do?” and I asked the kids where their parents were.

“They’ll be here soon,” is all they said.

It was around 2 o’clock in the morning at this point so the only reasonable thought in my head was that there must have been an accident or these kids got lost. As much as my instincts told me not to bring them inside I did it anyway.

I went into the kitchen to make them some hot cocoa while my husband took them into the living room. While I was fixing the kettle I could hear my husband talking to the kids. He was asking them if they were ok, where they came from, how far they walked, if their parents’ car was broken down, things like that. But they always answered “our parents will be here soon”. They spoke in a sing-songy voice. They weren’t afraid to be in a stranger’s home at all.

I started to notice that our cats (we had four) were all hiding except Pigeon who was in the kitchen with me. Normally our cats are very curious and friendly and we have to be careful that they don’t run out the door when we leave. This time none of them even tried to see who was here which I thought was very strange. All of the hair on Pigeon’s neck was standing up and his tail was puffed up while he looked in the living room. When I bent down to pet him and see what was wrong he hissed and started growling and backed up until he had hid himself under the kitchen island. I have never seen him do that before.

When I walked back into the living room the kids were sitting on the couch as still as can be but my husband was holding his head in his hands. I asked him what’s wrong and he just said that he felt very dizzy all of a sudden but that he was fine. I turned back to the children to give them their cocoa, but when they looked at me I gasped. It took everything inside of me not to drop the mugs and run away. When they looked at me their eyes were completely black. They had no whites, just giant black pupils.Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Ut elit tellus, luctus nec ullamcorper mattis, pulvinar dapibus leo.

When they saw that I was scared they stood up and asked if they could use the bathroom. I tried to be as composed as I could be and showed them down the hall. They went into the bathroom together and I hurried back to my husband to ask him if he had seen their eyes. He had seen them too and said that it looked like his brothers badly bruised eyes after a car accident. We were in the middle of talking about whose children they could be when my husband’s nose started to bleed. He’d never had nosebleeds as long as I had known him. I just knew inside myself that this had something to do with the kids in the bathroom and I started crying while I ran to get [my husband] some tissues.

That’s when the power went out. I heard my husband yell my name from the living room and as I started to walk back through the hallway I stopped dead in my tracks. The two children were standing at the end of the hallway. They weren’t moving and I have never been so scared in my whole life. They just stood there in the dark.

After what felt like forever the boy said “our parents are here” and they walked to the door, opened it, and walked out leaving it wide open. My husband jumped up to go close it and almost fell over. We looked out the window and saw two men standing by a black car idling at the end of our driveway. The men looked like they were wearing black colored suits and were very tall, at least 6 feet. When my husband waved at them they just stared at us, got into the car, and drove off.

Our power came on about a half an hour later but nothing was the same after that.

Over the next few months three of our cats went missing. We can only assume that they ran away somewhere and never came back but the worst thing was coming home to find Pigeon in a puddle of blood on the living room floor. He looked like he had been vomiting blood. The vet told us that he had some kind of hemorrhage.

After my husband’s nosebleeds became a regular occurrence we went to see the doctor. He didn’t know what to make of it other than “dry nasal passages” but my husband was diagnosed with an aggressive skin cancer. When the doctor asked us if he used tanning beds we both thought he was joking, but apparently this kind of melanoma is linked to over-use of indoor tanning. The doctors think he will recover but don’t understand how it got so bad so quickly. My husband has never worked an outdoor job and spends relatively little time in the sun.

Since we let the Black Eyed Kids inside our home I’ve also suffered from regular dizzy spells and nosebleeds on a regular basis. I’ve had other issues which I won’t mention here but trust me when I say that I am suddenly in the worst condition of my life and no one can do anything about it. I know that all of this is because I let the Black Eyed Children into my home. We’ve told everyone we could about the strange kids that showed up that night but no one else saw them and some laugh at how scared we were of the “Mennonite kids” but we know what we saw. I wish my husband had never opened the door.

Feel free to publish this as a warning to others about the Black Eyed Kids. My advice would be to lock your doors, call the police, and wait for morning. Don’t make the same mistake that I did.

So, What Are They? No one really knows.

The people who claim to see them swear they’re legit. Others aren’t so convinced. Theories abound and suggest they are an urban legend, internet lore, ghosts, demons, aliens, or even vampires. The most interesting theory concerning the origins of Black Eyed Kids perhaps comes from an Iroquois Indian legend. According to this legend, the kids may be something called “Otkon.”

“The Iroquois Indians believed in a dark power called the Otkon that could take over children and an ‘Evil One’ who would mate with human females to produce black-eyed, chalky skinned, children. These children were killed by the tribe soon after birth and burned to stop them from resurrecting. Children wandering alone in the woods could also be taken over by Otkon and would re-emerge with black eyes and pale skin acting nervously while repeating themselves over and over. Their goal was to destroy the tribe and infect all of the people with Otkon.”

Another interesting theory is that these entities may be fairies. This story comes out of Ireland.

Black Eyed Fairies?

I’m originally from Ireland. I moved to the states roughly 20 years back. This story takes place in County Clare, Ireland when I was about 15 years old.

One afternoon I was walking through the woods near my home. I was alone. I was a loner in my youth, and I would often stroll the woods until I found a tree to sit beneath and write. Writing has always been my hobby. My point is that I was very familiar with these woods. I felt safe there.

On this particular day, I was walking a path to a specific tree that was my favorite to sit beneath. The sounds of the woods were all around me. There was a gentle breeze, and while I couldn’t see the birds I could hear them. It was comforting.

And then it all stopped. Everything became unnaturally still. The air was still, the birds stopped twittering, I no longer heard a single thing. I had never experienced this before. It was as if I had suddenly become deaf. There was just nothing. No sound, no movement, no breeze.

At this point, I had started to become anxious. I wasn’t yet afraid but I started home anyway. The feeling in the woods was not what I was used to. I was no longer comforted, so I decided to go home.

It was then that I saw movement from the corner of my eye. Nothing I could pinpoint, but a dark shape that was just… There. And then it wasn’t. Everything else was still that eerie calm. I started to walk faster… And then the black shape again… This time on my other side. Now I was afraid. I began to run. I still heard nothing but I was sure something was chasing me.

When I reached my home I ran inside and slammed the door… Fully expecting my mum to yell at me for slamming… But she wasn’t there. In fact, nobody was at home. That was a bit odd but not unheard of. Finally gaining some sanity I decided I needed tea. Now. So I began to boil the water for tea. And then there was a knock at the door.

I jumped. My heart rose to my throat. Nobody knocked in these parts… It was a small village where everyone knew everyone else… Everyone was family. There was no knocking. There was a friendly “oy there” and then people came in… so a knock was strange.

I crept over to the glass in the door and peeked out. I noticed two things right away that terrified and confused me. The first was a child.. A girl of maybe 10 or 12, looking not at me but at her feet. The second thing scared me to my toes. It was getting dark. How was that possible? I had left to go on my walk-in midday. The sun had been fully out and I had been gone no longer than 40 minutes. How then was it dark? I looked at the clock. It was almost 7. How? How had I misplaced five hours?? The knock came again and I jumped again. I didn’t open the door.

I called out “oy there. Can I help ya? “

The girl didn’t lookup. She said “I need to come in. Please let me in” she had no accent. She wasn’t Irish. There was no lilt to her voice. She sounded American.

I called out again “I can’t let you in… But I’ll ring someone if you need help”

The child still didn’t lookup. She said “no, that won’t work. I need to come in”

At this point, I had had enough of the strange scary child. She was freaking me out. I wanted my mum. I wanted my dad. I wanted to know where five hours of my life had gone and I was so frightened at this point that not even tea was going to help. So I did what any teenage girl would do when faced with a situation such as this.

I screamed and ran to my bed, covered myself with my blanket, and waited for my mum to come home. This was pre cellular phones and I was not going to risk going to the kitchen to phone someone… Plus I had no idea who I would call. The girl was still knocking on the door. But she never moved to a window or to the back door… She stayed at the front door.

After a while, I got my nerve up to go check again. It had been silent for a bit. I went to the door and looked out the glass. The girl was still there… But she was no longer at the door. She was sitting on the fence. She was no longer looking down. She was looking right at me. And in the fading light, it looked like her eyes were pitch black. I screamed again and ran back to the safety of my blanket.

Eventually, my mum came home. I told her what happened. She decided that it was my overactive imagination but she did call down to the shops and the pub to find out if anyone in town had American family visiting or if anyone knew who the girl was. Nobody did. My grandmother told me I had survived an encounter with the Fey (fairies) and that I was lucky. The Fey are said to be evil and will kidnap children and the woods was near a faerie hill. She was the only one who ever believed me.

I never saw the girl again. I never had missing time again. I never felt the absolute stillness in the woods again (when I got up my courage to go back)

After I moved to the states and years later I heard of black eyed children. My story seemed to coincide with that. But that’s ridiculous right? I still have no explanation. Demon, faerie, ghost, black eyed child? I don’t know. But it happened. I swear to that.

Update:

I phoned my gran. Gran at this point is well into her nineties and doesn’t understand the “interwebs” as she calls them.

I asked her a bit more about the limitations of faeries. She had some input that I shall share with you here. I’ll do my best to use her words here.

She said that the Fey are divided into two groups… Those that are evil and collect souls, specifically of children, to act as slaves to the Fey king, and those that are kind and who like and help humans.

It is said that the evil Fey are in fact known to take the shape of a human child OR a beautiful woman, depending on the prey… As those are the two shapes that are most pleasing and will garner the most sympathy from humans. She did not have information regarding the eyes of the Fey, but she did say that the Fey cannot enter a person’s home because that is protected by human energy. She did not know if they could enter if invited but she didn’t see why not since that would lower the guard that surrounds the home.

My gran has never heard of black eyed children. However, she did say that when the Irish first came to America they brought relics and pieces of the faerie hills with them. She said another thing that I didn’t even ask her about, but that she gave to me without prompt. She said that the Fey are attracted to thoughts of themselves. Meaning that if you spend a great deal of time thinking of or speaking of them that you are more likely to come across one. I thought that was interesting since I didn’t ask her about that… But if I remember correctly is part of BEK lore.

As a final thought she said you can protect yourself by salting your windows and doors and sageing the inside of your home.

Conclusion:

While it seems that the jury is still out as to the origins of Black Eyed Kids. The phenomenon is certainly fueled, as many other phenomena, by the availability of the internet. Whether purely internet lore or some other unexplained phenomenon. One thing is for sure. Black Eyed Kids are creepy and belong outside.

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