Legends, Myths, And Conspiracies

Myth: The Black Eyed Children

If you've never heard of these vile children, then I suggest that you don't read this. But anyways, I'll begin. 

There's always something.."off"...about these kids who approach your home. 

The black-eyed children, as said in the name, have jet-black eyes. And by jet-black, I mean pitch-black. Their eyes are jet-black, except for a tiny white pupil in the center of the eye. A black-eyed child can  approach your home at any time of the day, but usually at night. Normally black eyed children are seen in pairs of two and are wearing winter attire, even if it's the middle of summer or spring. They've been sighted all across America, in search of only one thing: coming into your home. 

If you were home alone, and you heard a knock on the door, (assuming you walk up to the door and open it),you will see a black-eyed child. (unless it was a girl scout selling thin mints) They will have a hood up, concealing their eyes. Once you ask why they're at your door, they'll ignore you and ask to come in. Here's the weird thing, they don't come in your home unless you give them permission to.

Always deny their pleas for permission to enter your home. Never let them in.

They have kind of a...stare..that they unleash upon you. It pulls you in and freezes you. I've found an article online that a woman wrote and released in court after she had a terrifying experience with the black eyed children.  

Here it is:

Let me start by saying that I know how hard this all will be to believe, but now that things have taken a turn for the worse I started looking for stories similar to mine and found . I feel like I should share this story with someone and your website seems like the right place. I made the mistake of letting the Black Eyed Kids inside and now I'm worried that I might die because of it. I hope this will be a warning to everyone who is ever in the position to make the same mistake that I did.

I live just outside of [a rural town in] Vermont. It's a tight-knit community where everyone knows one another and people don't lock their doors at night. There has never been any need to.

A little over a year ago I woke up because I heard a loud banging on my front door. At the time my husband I lived in a small home on a dirt road just off the rural route into town. It was the middle of a snowstorm and the nearby hills get very slippery in the snow so I thought that someone might have been in an accident and broken down. It's happened before.

When I looked out the window I could see that out motion spotlight was on. I could see that there were footprints in the snow that had come from our road and into our driveway but there was no car anywhere. The snow was still covering the road and no one had driven on it for at least a couple hours. Our front door was obscured by the window but I could see that someone was standing there. I wasn't sure what to think so I woke my husband up just to feel safer. While I was telling him what was going on the banging on the door started again and my husband went to answer it while I stood in the hallway.

When he opened the door there were two children standing in the snow looking toward the ground. They were a boy and a girl and could not have been more than 8 years old. They were dressed strangely and had odd haircuts. The girl's hair was very long and straight and the boy had a dated haircut that looked almost like a bowl cut. They weren't dressed for winter and my first thought was that they must have been Mennonite children but as far as I know there was never a large community of Mennonites near us.

Thinking back on it I know that my normal reaction to seeing children in a snowstorm would have been to rush them inside and bundle them up with some blankets and hot cocoa, but that's not how this felt. The children were very unnerving. They would not make eye contact and when my husband asked them if everything was ok they asked if they could come in. My husband looked at me like "what do I do?" and I asked the kids where their parents were.