I've wanted to write about the B.E.K.s (Black Eyed Kid)s for a long time. Even going back to my old blog where I loved to share my stories of the paranormal - especially during my Spooky Stories Series in October. With my previous blog, I actually had a pretty massive following, and I asked my readers for their stories.
When the old blog went into hibernation, my URL was still active and I still got comments all time time, as I was still getting over 1000 hits a day with new new posts for a year! I received a VERY long comment, and I decided to keep a copy, but delete it from my blog.
Below is an excerpt of what "Kim" sent to me last year.
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I am not insane, nor do I take drugs. I consider myself to be of sound mind. I'm a professional, working for a Fortune 1000 company in sales/marketing. I don't believe in ghosts, UFOs, or Bigfoot. Other than growing up Catholic, I'm not a big spiritual fanatic or anything.
My experience with [what] they call the Black Eyed Children still terrifies me today. To the point that if I'm alone in my house late at night, I turn on every single damn light I have. After my experience, I've worked hard to debunk what I saw and felt, but I just can't.
Let me tell you, what I went through was very real.
I live in a nice neighborhood where the houses are a little spread out. I've always felt safe, and I have great neighbors. But last Spring, just after sunset, a loud banging on my door startled me from my cleaning. It was more banging than knocking, as if someone was in trouble. So I hurried to the door.
My stupid door didn't have a peephole at the time or those little windows on the sides of my front door. But I do have a pretty sturdy storm door. It's screened, but it has a sliding glass part that I can open and close. When I opened the door, the glass was down, and I could see that there was a young man on the other side of my screen.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"I'm looking for my dog. He's one of those hot dog dogs."
The boy just shrugged his shoulder.
It was dark, so I flipped the porch light on. It was the yellow porch light bulb that flickered on (the kind that's not supposed to attract bugs), so it wasn't too bright. The boy was a young teenager. Maybe 13 or 14. But it was bright enough for me to see that he was not right.
He had dirty blond hair, his skin was normal. Not very [pale] nor tan. He wore regular clothes - a plain blue t-shirt and jeans. But it was his eyes that freaked me out. They were completely BLACK!!! No white at all. I don't know what the white of the eye is called, but I saw none. I stared at his eyes, wondering if the light play was doing something weird - playing tricks on me. But I know for sure his eyes were completely black edge to edge.
"I think he's in your backyard," he said.
I'm a dog person. In fact, I had a dachshund as a child. So it's not normal for me to not want to help a kid find his lost dog. But I was struck with such terror, like I was going to die. I couldn't stop staring at his eyes, and I felt like my heart was going to explode.
I slammed the door on his face. Locked it. I kept the porch light on, and I ran to the kitchen to check on the sliding door that led to my fenced in yard. I don't know why, but I had the feeling that this kid had a whole army of black eyed children with him. It was locked, thank God. But I turned on the rear patio light and closed the large vertical blinds.
I immediately felt stupid. I had been irrational. I felt bad for the kid and I wondered if maybe I was having a panic attack. Work had been stressful, and I was really questioning my state of mind. But when I heard the knocking on the front door again, that same horror hit me again. And the boy just kept knocking!!!!
There was no way I was going to open that door. I turned on every light in the house and even grabbed a steak knife from the kitchen.
I picked up my cell phone and called my parents. I acted like everything was normal, just trying to keep talking and listening to my mom go on and on about stuff. I wasn't going to tell her I was afraid for my life because of a child with black eyes was at my door.
I wasn't really listening, and I kept waiting for more knocks to come from the front door. I just kept the fake conversation up, hoping I would get a grip. The boy's knocking stopped after several minutes, and I was on the phone with my mom for a good hour until I felt safe enough to hang up.
I never saw the boy again, and that was my one and only experience. My immediate neighbors never saw the child at all. I have no idea what these kids are, and it freaks me out to read the other stories online. But all I know is that they aren't normal. They are pure evil. I have nothing to base that conclusion on other than what I felt.
Thanks for reading my super long comment.
I hope you enjoyed this fun spooky series. Happy Halloween everybody!