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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. I decided the best bet would be to open the door and show her nothing was there. 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.
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. Outside were two kids. 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 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. The older one spoke. She had a voice that was mature, confidant, strong, and accentless. How did she know I was there? She raised her head to face me directly, and that was when I saw her eyes.
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. 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. At first, she seemed polite. When I took that second step back, she became commanding, almost hostile.
If we wanted to do that, we would have broken in. May we come in and use your phone? 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.
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.
Black eyed kids are almost always described in the same way: He was wearing a suit, had a briefcase, regular looking guy in his 20s. 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. However, I did have an event happen to me this Halloween I have to admit has me scratching my head.
Anyway, hope you like. So, it had been a slow trick-or-treat night in our neighborhood that evening, which is pretty odd in itself. It was about 9: Chloe is an American Bulldog and is very docile. So, I turned the outside light off let Chloe out and she followed me back to the couch and lay down at my feet. It was getting close to After all, it was Thursday and he still had to get up early the next day.
Our doorbell glows and in the dark and without the porch light it would be extra obvious to anyone there. It would be pretty rude for me to just sit there and not answer it. I glance down at Chloe and she was gone. My gazed followed her usual path to the front door expecting her to be on her way there as she normally does. I stood up to look around the room better and found her, crouching by the back door like she was wanting out. However, she never asks to go out like that. She always comes and licks my hand or puts her head on my knee.
This was totally out of character for her, and I have to say heightened my anxiety. I yelled up to my husband, but if he was already in the shower I knew there was no chance of him hearing me. I instantly felt relief. It was just some kids, probably a couple of my neighbors on their way back home that wanted to stop by and show me their costume or something. I turned on the porch light when I got to the door and sure enough, I could see thru the glass that it was a couple of pretty small kids.
A little late for such young ones I thought and I began to wonder about what kind of parents would let their kids run the streets that late at night. I began to feel very uneasy again. It was a girl and boy. I had not opened the door wide enough for any light from inside to hit them directly. This was things really got weird. Both kids turned to look at one another like they were going to say something to one another, but neither ever spoke.
Can we please come inside and call our mother. I have to admit there were two competing feelings going on inside me. The other, a sinking fear in my gut that was keeping the other feeling at bay.
Can we please come inside while you call our mom? As she did, she stepped into the light coming from inside the house and I got my first real good look at her. 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. We HAVE to come inside.
That would have freaked me out even more to not know where they were. As I made my way to the side table by our couch to my phone, I glanced at the back door — Chloe was nowhere to be found.
We later found her in the guest room under the bed. When I got to my phone and started to look for his contact info, it was only then the kids stepped away from the door and began to walk to the street. As they did I walked to the door to get a better look to see where they went, still not calling my neighbor. If you get close enough to the glass you can see out enough to make out peoples shapes, but you can see much detail.
Of course, standing that close to the door would make you pretty obvious to anyone outside looking in. From the door, I could see that the kids were still standing under the streetlamp nearest my house, staring at me. As I lifted the phone to my ear after calling, only then did the kids start walking down our street.
I met my neighbor out under the lamp once he was out there, but the kids were nowhere to be seen. But I will say this for them, they were good. Really good at it. They scared the s out of me AND my dog! Years ago I heard these creepy stories about kids with black eyes who would try to get into your car or home.
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