Three-headed Dogs and Dangerously Thick Fogs

Black Eyed Kids

I've never told anyone this story and it's honestly so scary it gives me chills to think about.

This incident was when I moved from that house where a demon or shadow person or something almost killed me, to another house a bit further away. 

It was a bit bigger and my bed was on the top floor on the big area when you walked up the stairs. It went a few weeks without anything and then there was a few incidents of creaking or something smashing but nothing too much. It was like that basically the whole time we were there, and then I was moving around the corner win just my mum and we were going to be living with her friend from high school and her daughter, Sienna. 

The day before we moved, I was home by myself because everyone else was out, and there was a knock at the door. I left it and sat in silence and there were another three knocks. I stood up quietly and tip-toed to the corner where I could see the window in the door.

When I looked through the window, I saw a little child, her hair cut short with excessive bangs that almost covered her eyes. She was quite pale and was wearing a black dress with a ruffled skirt and ruffled sleeves. She was looking down at the ground, as if upset.

I went to the door and checked for anyone else outside through the window. Through the window, the little girl screamed and I looked down through the window and say her screaming at me, her eyes shut squinting, her arms back, hands clenched in fists. She looked like an angry cartoon character brought to life.

I didn't open the door because my mum always said to never open the door unless I knew who it was and I trusted them. 

She just kept screaming, so I turned and started walking away.

Then I heard her through the door, saying, "Where are you going?"

I didn't turn back but I stopped. "To see my mummy," I lied. (I called my mum 'mummy' still at this point and wasn't allowed to call her 'mum' until I was ten years old).

"But your mummy isn't home. I saw her leave this morning."

I thought maybe she was from the same street and maybe she was outside to see my mum leave. I didn't even think it was odd that she knew it was my mum.

"I meant to say I was going to call her," I lied, yet again.

"Why?" she asked, concern and interest in her voice.

"Because she told me to," I said, which wasn't a lie, but I wasn't calling her. 

"Can you ask her to come home? I'm scared. I need help. I can't find my mummy or my daddy or any of my family anywhere. Please help me. I'm scared."

I turned around and saw her looking at me—with oily, soulless, midnight black eyes. I screamed and ran to my room. I stayed there until someone came home.