We should all know about the black eyed children by now but if you don't here is a brief description. The black eyed children are basically demons that have to be let into your house to hurt you. Some people say that they are the devil's children. One thing you do not what to do is answer your door if there at it. They usually come around in the late evenings or at night. But know matter what, don't let them in. Not even if they say that they are cold or that they are lost. Also they usually come in parts of two or three in various different ages. This is a story about how I had a close call with two of them.
I was home alone sitting at my desk waiting for my parents to return home with food since they went out. It was starting to get late and I was going to text them if they were on there way home. When I heard a knock on the front door. I looked up and out the window to see if it was my parents car or someone trying to sell me something. But I did not see anything so I walked out of my room down stairs. But before I did I glanced at the back door to make sure it was still locked. since we have been having break ins around our neighborhood lately. I started to walk down the stairs when I heard whispering from outside. I looked through the peephole. And what I saw made my mouth go dry and my blood go cold. Two children were illuminated by the front porch light. There skin was pale and white like snow. there eyes were as black as the night behind them. I quickly looked down to avert my gaze.
¨ Excuse me, I miss we’re lost cold you let us inside?¨ asked one of the children. I did not answer. fear washed over me like a wave. I slowly started to backed up, almost tripping over my feet as I walked away from the door. I tired around and ran up to the stairs to grab something to protect myself. At the time I knew that I couldn't hurt them but that did not mean that I was not going to arm myself. And I knew the second that I opened that door I had already Invited them inside and there would be nothing that I could do. There knocking was persistent. And There cries to be let in were unbearable. I almost cut my finger on a knife just trying to not listen to them. There cries were like screams of pain. But I was persistent not to let them in. reminding myself what would happen if I did. The knocking on the front door stopped all of a sudden.
Silence filled the house. I felt relieved that they had left and moved on to the next person. I thought about that person and how they would probably be the next on the front page of the news paper. And the next conversation in school for another unexplained death this mouth. But out of the corner of my eye I saw two figures standing at the glass door. with their hands pressed against it illuminated by the back pouch light. I moved slowly and calmly to turn off the light switch.
One thing that made these black eyed children very special. especially around where I lived is that if you stare at there eyes too long you will lose your vision, hearing and touch. As I felt around for the light switch. I could tell that they were trying to get my line of sight. I covered my eyes soon my hand hit the light switch and they were in the dark. I ran to close the blinds almost slipping as I did so. I grabbed my phone and ran to my parents room. I looked out there open window. At the back starts that led up to the back pouch. and pointed my phone at where I saw them and took a photo. I closed the window with a slam. And called 911 like I was instructed to. I did not need to look at the picture to know that they were in it. And I did not need to see it to know that they were facing right at the camera. And I already know the first person to see this photo and will be the next to end up in the newspaper as dead.