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What Happens When Black Eyed Kids Come Inside?

I fucked up bigtime.

Let's start at the beginning-- New Year's Eve, everybody is out partying it up, celebrating, drinking, and having an overall awesome time, and this year it was no different for me. I partied it up with my friends, got far too drunk on shots of rum and fireball, drunkenly stumbled my way into my house after the Uber dropped me off around 2:30ish in the morning. I remember going to my fridge, grabbing a bottle of Gatorade and chugging it, knowing it would probably be one of the best things to prevent the hangover I hoped to avoid when I woke up later.

I was just about to wash my face off and get ready to pass into sweet oblivion for the next few hours when I heard a knock at my door. I checked the time on my phone: 2:48am. My booze-fogged brain didn't think much about who would be at my door at that hour, just that I had someone knocking and I should see who it was. "Happy New Year!" I remember shouting as I opened my door to see a small child, maybe 10 or 11, standing out in the cold. Even in my present state, I knew something was wrong. The alarm bells were going off, but my stupid ass couldn't tell that they were screaming that a kid being at my door, alone, at damn near 3 in the morning was ridiculously weird, even on New Year's.

"You okay?" I had asked, staring at the kid. "I'm lost. May I come in and use your phone?" he asked. His voice was flat, not scared like I'd think any normal kid in his situation would have been. Another red flag, ignored. And what kid in this freaking century not have a cell phone? I've seen toddlers with iphones for fuck's sake. Red flag three, completely ignored.

"Sure, kid," I said, standing aside to let him in. He got this really creepy grin on his face. Holy shit was this kid pale. I'm pale, but this kid was positively pasty. "You feelin' okay, kid? Want me to get you somethin' warm to drink?" I handed my cell to the kid. His hands were freezing. Before he could answer I wandered off into my kitchen and threw a mug of hot water in the microwave and grabbed out a bag of mint tea. "I hope you like mint," I called out to the kid, turning to see he was standing in the doorframe of my kitchen, still wearing that creepy looking smile. It was wide and toothy, but it wasn't the normal little kid smile you'd expect. I was more like the freaky grin you give to your friends when you're about to do something really devious. "uh...kid?" I said, only then beginning to sober up. The microwave chirped, but by then something had me frozen in place. It took me a good 15 seconds to figure out exactly what felt so wrong about this kid, besides the fact he was smiling like the ghost chicks from Insidious. His eyes were black. Not shiny supernatural demon black, devoid of light black. Vanta-black.

I remember cursing as I took a step back, and the kid's expression changed. Instead of that smile, it turned into a snarl. He screeched and lunged at me, and I stumbled to the side, smacking into a kitchen chair as I did. The kid turned sharply, launching himself at me again, and I struggled to jump out of the way, just barely making it as the kid ended up diving into the chair I had just hit my hip on. I ran out of my kitchen and into the living room, jumping over the back of the sofa to try and put space between me and the kid. My dexterity was not great. I fell into the coffee table, but at this point the alcohol's effects were waning greatly, and I stood up, only to see the kid racing around the couch after me. I did the only thing I could think of. I picked up the nearest thing to me, which happened to be a glass from earlier in the day, and threw it at the kid. It hit him in the jaw, and he seemed to be stunned for a moment. I took the opportunity to bolt.

I raced toward my front door, which I had forgot to re-lock after letting the little freak of nature in, and yanked it open. Then, it hit me. Literally.

The little shit had tackled me, and he was trying to claw and bite at me. For a kid, he was surprisingly strong. I'm no body builder, but I'm not weak either, but this demonic crotch goblin was like a junkie on bath salts. I was holding his arms, trying not to let him claw my eyes out or take a bite out of my face, all the while kicking furiously to get him off me. I was screaming as loud as I could. I heard a neighbor shout from a few houses down "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I don't know what neighbor it was, but if you're reading this, fuck you, I hope lucifer's crotch goblin comes knocking on your door, you twat.

Finally, one of my kicks hit home, and the kid rocked a little on top of me, giving me time to throw him off of me. I raced down the sidewalk, in the opposite direction of the asshole who cussed me out, and just kept running. My lungs burned, my side was cramping, but there was no way in hell I was slowing down to look back and check if that thing was behind me. Finally, I made it down to a QuikTrip and ran inside, scaring the night clerk as I screamed for him to turn off the automatic doors.

The clerk behind the counter looked like he was about to piss his pants at this probably crackhead looking chick who just ran in screaming bloody murder. "Lady, do you need help?" he asked in a shaky voice. "Yes! Yes! I need help! I need you to call the police there's a little psycho following me!" I screamed, ducking behind a display shelf of beef jerky and peering at the doors, looking for the little shit to appear and launch in like a rabid badger.

He called the police for me... or maybe he had already hit the panic button when I had come barreling in. A few cruisers arrived in about 10 minutes, and they came in weapons drawn. By this point, I came out from behind the jerky, hands in the air. "I need your help. I was attacked," I said, looking at the clerk for some kind of validation. He just kind of glanced at me and then said to the cops that I came in screaming that someone was chasing me. I sighed with relief.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" one of the cops asked, both lowering and holstering their weapons. "Enough, but I swear this wasn't--" The cop cut me off. "Do you have a description of who attacked you?" he asked. "It was a kid! Blue hoodie, dark blue, I thi--" he cut me off again "A kid? How old?" "10, maybe 11?" I said, and by now I could see the two officers exchange a look that said "this lady's drunk off ass". "Alright, ma'am, why don't we just take you home and--" "He was at my house! He might still be there!" I pled, practically in tears. "We'll check it out, ma'am. Let's get you home."

I got into the back of the cruiser, and as promised, they did in fact take me home. In hindsight, I probably should have told them it was a man that attacked me... they might've believed that more. Regardless, they did check my house, and other than my wide-open door, the microwave still beeping that the water for tea was ready, the fallen over chair in the kitchen, my phone on the floor in the hallway, and the half-shattered glass in the living room, it was otherwise untouched. They cleared each room before telling me it was alright to re-enter my home. I gave up trying to explain what happened, and the cops told me they'd keep an eye out for any kid in the neighborhood. They said they'd make a note of this and have it on file, but that they couldn't do much else without better evidence of what actually happened.

After they left, I locked my door and put a chair up against it. I checked all my windows to make sure they were closed and locked, and I didn't fall asleep until morning.

I've felt watched ever since I woke up. From what I've read about BEKs, I can't find much on what happens when you actually do let them in. I really hope this nightmare is over, but I don't feel safe right now. I'm terrified of hearing another knock or waking up with it on top of me about to make a snack of my face. I'm not sure what to do, but there's no fucking way I'm sleeping tonight.

If anyone has any answers about what the hell I let in to my house, and if it can come back, please please please let me know... and be careful. If some random kid shows up at your house in the middle of the night, DO NOT answer your fucking door.

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