Short horror stories: Urban Legend edition

Black eyed children: Beware of the ones at your door

Once my last day of high school had ended, the chores and errands didn't stop there, especially since I was still living with my mom at home. My mom was soon to leave for work later that evening, so we drove to the grocery store to pack up our fridge. I was the only child yet I ate like a full grown man. Technically, I kinda am one now.
"Why do you have three pizzas in the cart?" My mom asks me while we walk down the aisle.
"Well, I don't want to get hungry tonight while you're gone."
"Vernon, you're not gonna be starving anytime soon. Besides, I'll be gone for one day." She replies before snatching out two of the pizzas, leaving one left in the cart. As I turned the corner I bumped into a shorter person. Although, I couldn't catch a glance of their face to see if it was a child due to the hoodie that covered their eyes.
"I'm sorry." I murmured as the person rushed past me. While watching them leave, I tried to notice if they were with a parent or anybody but they just walked right out of the grocery store all by themselves. I suppose it was an adult but considerably shorter than I was.

While I helped my mom pack the groceries in the back of her car, she stopped before looking down at the back tire.
"What's the matter?" I asked her before putting the last grocery bag in the back and closing the trunk.
"My tire, it looks like it's getting flat." She furrowed her brows.
"Then let's go to the mechanic, it shouldn't take too long." I suggested the idea.
She sighs, "Yeah, I guess but I need to leave town by seven tonight." She says as we both get inside the car and leave the lot. lot. As she carefully pulls out, I watched out my window and saw the person in the hoodie, still covering their eyes from me.

My mom tapped her foot repeatedly onto the floor, clicking each time the heel bounced off.
"Will you calm down? It'll be done shortly." I say.
"Ca-calm down? It's seven o'clock and I have to be in the next state over, soon." She snapped at me. I forgot the number one rule, never tell people to calm down. Especially an anxious mother. Just in time, the mechanic came out with a friendly smile plastered across his stubbly face.
"Sorry, that took a bit longer than expected but it's all fixed up. You should be ready to go." He says. We both get up, my mom gives him the money needed and we're on our way. That was until the man came up to my mom one last time.
"Have a safe drive and look out for any more nails." He warned her.
"Nails?" My mom repeated.
The mechanic exchanged a confused look, "Oh, yeah, did I not tell you? There was a nail stuck to your tire."
"What? How could a nail have gotten into my tire?" She asks before beginning to start the vehicle back up.
"It happens. You'd be surprised how many times we've had to remove nails from tires." He replied.

Finally my mother rushed around the house just before leaving for work and I was home alone at last. It wasn't anything new to me, being an only child and only having my mom in my life, I was home alone quite often. However as I got older, I had many jobs that kept me from being alone too much. Except, it didn't get to me. I enjoyed the peace and quiet. Sometimes I would even do a full exercise while alone. This night though, it was more of a relaxing one. Therefore I chose to pop in the one pizza I had and relax on the sofa before clicking through the movies on the screen. My phone sitting beside me on the cushion binged and as I read the text message, it didn't take me long to realize it was my conspiracy theorist friend, Tiffany.

"You said you're home alone tonight right? Make sure the doors are all locked. I've been seeing those kids again around the neighborhood. They'll want inside, but they need your permission. Don't let them in, just ignore them." The text read. I scoffed to myself before moving my thumbs back and forth across my phone screen.

"You really need to lay off those urban legends again." I replied and turned my phone off to retrieve my meal for the night. Once I'd sat back down on the couch with my pizza, a knock came upon the front door. I rolled my eyes as for I'd just got comfortable, but I got up anyway and there stood a person with a brown hoodie covering their face. It was a little girl in a skirt with socks reaching to her knees.
"Hello?" I asked with an attitude while I waited for a response.
She kept her head down as she spoke, "I'm here to sell you some things."
"I don't have the money right now, sorry." I say before slowly closing the door, but she stops it with her hand.
"For you, I'll make it free." She insisted.
"Tsk, fine," I crossed my arms, "what is it?" I inquired her.
"I'll show you, but you have to let me inside first." She says.
"Why?"
"Because I need to show you all of the things I've got."
"You can show them here, you're not coming inside." I persisted. Just then, more children walked up onto the lawn and just when I thought there couldn't be more, even more children showed up.
"But sir," she pauses before taking her hood off, revealing black, shiny pupils to me, "I'm just a Girl Scout."