Black-Eyed Kids In Kansas
It was warm for a December afternoon in Hutchinson, Kan., when Katie came home from work in 2008. Katie’s ride dropped her off across from her duplex, and as she stood in the street, her ride moving slowly away, she knew something wasn’t right.
“I noticed two boys standing in my driveway,” she said. “One had longer dark hair and the other had his hood up so I couldn’t see him very well.”
The teenagers, about 15 or 16 years old, seemed to be watching her – Katie felt they were waiting for her. She steeled herself and walked nervously across the road toward her porch. The boys had lurked around her neighborhood for months, but they’d never been so bold as to stand this close to her home.
“I had seen them before, lingering in the yard, but they always left before I got out of my ride’s car,” Katie said. “I had seen them late at night as well standing across the street when I would go outside to have an occasional late-night cigarette.”
But, although pangs of unease told her to run, their boldness angered her. She stopped and asked them why they were on her property.
“They told me they needed to use a phone and that the neighbors would not let them in,” she said. “That was when I noticed their eyes – they were coal black. Just black. No white and not even a hint of iris or pupil.”
Fear shot through her, but as evenly as she could, Katie told them she didn’t have a telephone. Katie walked up her porch steps and began to unlock her door when the boy in the hood spoke.
“He asked if they could come in for a glass of water,” she said. “I turned to look at them again thinking maybe my mind was playing tricks. But no, when I turned and looked into their eyes they were pitch black as the first time.”
These children with dead, black eyes had spoken softly to her, emotion and vocal inflection absent from their words. As she looked at these boys, whose long hair and hooded sweatshirts she felt hid more than skin, she knew she had to get away.
“I felt panicked and fearful but also very vulnerable and cold,” she said. “It was like I wanted to let them in but I knew there was evil present. I had felt uneasy before seeing their eyes but now it all came out.”
Then one boy said something that turned her fear into complete terror.
“The hooded one then told me they couldn’t come in unless I told them it was OK and that they hoped I would because they were thirsty,” Katie said. “I opened my door and darted inside. At this point I shut the door and locked it.”
She dropped onto the couch, her breaths coming in short, heavy gasps, when something tapped on the window behind her head.
“One of the boys stood there staring through the glass,” Katie said. “I remember his words very clearly; ‘just let us in, miss. We aren’t dangerous, we don’t have anything to hurt you with.’ I was beyond frightened at this point.”
Katie jumped off the couch and ran through the duplex, checking doors and windows to make sure they were locked.
“I did wonder if they really couldn’t come in unless invited but I didn’t want to find out,” she said. “I sat in the living room silently waiting for a sign that they had gone.”
When her boyfriend came home a short time later, the black-eyed teens were still at the house.
“(He) asked if I knew who the two boys outside were and I said ‘no,’” Katie said. “He told me they had been standing in the driveway when he pulled up but walked away when he stepped out of the car.”
He didn’t notice the boys’ eyes, but “they gave him a strange feeling.”
Katie later asked her neighbors if the black-eyed children had asked to use their telephone like they had claimed. The neighbors noticed the teens standing in Katie’s driveway, but never spoke with them.
Although it’s been more than a year since Katie turned the black-eyed children from her door, she knows they’re still around.
“I still see them every now and then standing across the street watching,” she said. “But they have not approached again.”
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Written by Jason Offutt – you can see much more of his stuff at his blog, From The Shadows. I highly recommend it!
As an additional note, this is supposedly a true story, so if you think it should’ve ended differently, learn to time travel/become God/Haruhi Suzumiya/etc…
Old pasta is old.
Really? That’s it? What kind of ending is that? “These kids scared a woman and nothing happened.” I was expecting to find out the boyfriend had invited them in, a predictable ending would’ve been better than the real one.
I second first comment. Black-eyed kids aren’t new.
I wanted her to invite them in, and then they could hug it out.
Ah, Black-eyed Kids, a classic.
Hadn’t read this one yet. I like it more than other stuff that has been posted here lately.
So.Lame.
It’s not even creepy
ive read at least two other stories about black eyed kids, although in the last one they were younger and at a movie theater wanting a ride in some dudes car. And i second second comment, the end was lame, as all the ends are for black-eyed kid stories (SINCE EVERY ONE IS THE SAME).
Yeah, two teenage vampires want to rape her. That is pretty awesome, but not creepy.
I think the best one of the BEK stories is about the guy and his friend in a parking garage. Its the only one that is remotely creepy really.
More garbage.
Leftover pasta is still delicious.
WOW FAGGOT, THAT WAS THE MOST ANTICLIMACTIC ENDING I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!!
Holy shit is this story a troll? I got so into it and then BOOM “That’s all that happened, the end”. Fuck you
Once again, fail pasta is fail.
wtf man? really? come on, how about a terrifying ending?
Didn’t resolve very well, as stated, but more importantly I couldn’t really get behind the style, either. It’s a news brief? What the hell is the narrative aiming at? Seems kinda weak in general, although it’s technically sound.
I always like BEK stories. But I wish sometimes they would go more in depth into what the kids actually are. Sooo wanna see someone battle it out with them.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
this gave me a serious, serious case of blue balls. Had so much potential…
RUINED. I like the original SO much better.
Old pasta recipe is better than new shitty pasta recipe.
@Anon 10 -
I’ve been looking for that BEK story, but the page w/all the different BEK experiences at ghosts.org where it used to be 404′s now. Do you happen to have it?
Also, I think I need to install a huge font, blinking, glittery disclaimer that THIS IS SUPPOSEDLY A REAL STORY. That’s what makes it creepy, that’s what makes the other BEK stories creepy. They’re allegedly a real phenomenon.
i leik
LAME
As stated before, the ending was pretty bland.
That being said, I wondered why the lady just didn’t bring the glass of water to them? I mean, they wouldn’t have to enter the damn house, but they’d have their water. I wanna know what they’d request next, just to see a different ending.
Seriously, man. I was waiting for something to happen.
Phone, I found that story at ghoststudy.com. Ill see if i cant find it and post it for you.
After 12 pages of scouring, it appears the story has “dissapeared” if you will. All links to it are dead, or it has been deleted off webpages. Sorry.
I don’t get why all you faggots want a, THEN A SKELETON POPPED OUT! ending. This story was cool. Creepy in a slow, relaxed way.
The other day I, too, saw a kid outside my house, WITHOUT A FACE. I closed my door and he left shortly after.
http://www.creepypasta.com/the-black-eyed-kids/ <— Lol done before?
And posted on this site already, nonetheless.
Fail.
they’re attempting to build up a source of stories on the black-eyed kids
the more people who claim to see them the more real others will believe them to be
like aliens
minus the probing
fail fail is fail
@Who Was Phone: Yes, blinking glittery disclaimer MIGHT work. And you are right, that IS what makes it creepy. We would all freak out if that happened.
hi
wow, i hope this isnt a real story. coz if it is, i’ve lost faith in mankind.
Don’t tempt me, Dykeadellic, I really love my sparkle text…
Some scary kids were there, she wanted to let them in but she didnt. Then nothing happened.
Absolutely climactic. <_<
Who was she even talking to this whole time?
i love BEK stories. the original was great, supposedly true. the one brian bethel published? god. i kind of want to believe these things are real– i actually want to encounter them someday if they are, as crazy and as stupid as that sounds.
THEN WHO WAS VAMPIRE CHILDREN
Damn, quite creepy, considering it’s supposedly a true story. Seems like a lot of people just can’t grasp that.
BUT WHO WAS BOYFRIEND?
Yes it was true, it’s obvious they were wearing oversized contacts. I like it, to me it’s not that scary…just a bunch of phsyco teens messing around…nothing to serious.
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Maybe they were just really thirsty.
how bout dis
“(He) asked if I knew who the two boys outside were and I said ‘no,’” Katie said. “He told me they had been standing in the driveway when he pulled up but walked away when he stepped out of the car.”
He didn’t notice the boys’ eyes, but “they gave him a strange feeling.”
A couple hours later, her boyfriend answered the door. He came back into the room, and Katie asked who was at the door.
“Oh, two little kids wanted a glass of water.”
Katie and her boyfriend have been missing since March 2005.
Why was it in the third and the first person? She did this…. Then she said. “I ran to the stairs and blah blah blah.” Fail….Just… Fail… *facepalm*
hm…when they said they had to be invited in, and the thirsty thing, my mind just clicked on vamps…although…I doubt they were…something more sinister this way comes..
…also, totally irrelevant, but the one thought that totally blew the whole pasta for me was that the description of the kids sounded like me and my best friend when we were 16…you know, minus the black eyes part.
Was a bit put off by the “ZOMG! Totally real guys, so don’t flame!” disclaimer. Nice foreplay, but I hate a minuteman.
Couldve ended scarier even if this story was real
Wow. Lots of hate for my story on Black-Eyed Kids. As a few people pointed out, this is NOT fiction – it’s a true story. The ending is the ending because that’s what happened. Period. Although I’ve interviewed more than a dozen people who’ve encountered BEKs, I’ve never talked with someone who’s let them into their home.
And for the person who’s convinced these entities are smart-assed punk kids playing a joke, these type of contact lenses do exist, but they involve a prescription, cost between $200-$400 a piece, and tend to irritate the eye and pop out frequently. There are probably not a lot of kids out there who will go through that just to play a prank.
For those of you who enjoyed the story, thank you.
I enjoyed it. Very plausible. Sounds like it could happen to any of us.
Crap ending is crap? Good build-up…not really an ending as far as I can see. It’s more of a ‘We’ll tell you more after the commercial break,” sort of pause.
hahaha haruhi suzumiya, i wish
That was so ERGHGGHGHGH! WTF kind of ending was that D:
So black eyed vampire kids. The only remaining question is, did they sparkle?
So black eyed vampire kids? Ooh, scary. I wonder if they sparkle, too.
So black eyed vampire kids? Ooh, scary. I wonder if they sparkle, too.
PRO TIP: Creepypasta that reminds me of SMeyer? Not creepy.
So, black-eyed vampire kids. I bet they sparkle, too.
PRO TIP: If creepypasta reminds me of Twilight, it is not creepy.
I have black eyes. I’m Asian.
JiaJia: So do what the editor suggested. Become Japanese, become an trap, become Haruhi, and fix the story.
I read a story similar to this in a book I have, only it was called The Nasties(as that was what they referred to these children with hollow dark eyes and ragged appearances, not because they are mean/wicked, but because they look “nasty”). They kept begging to be let in as they could eneter no other way and the narrator refuses and it ends with his aunt/grandmother(I don’t remember who) telling him that the ‘nasty children’ had been polite had helped her to clean up a mess made on her lawn the previous night and she invited them in for dinner.
It was freaky.
With the mine in hutch there’s harder things there than spooky kids no doubt.
1. Black eyes
2. Thirsty
3. Have to be invited in
Oh god, vampires? Lame.