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My Internet Service Provider used to have offices in a shopping center before they moved to their (comparatively) lush accommodations elsewhere. There was a drop box at that original location. The monthly bill was due, and thus, there but for the Grace of the Net I went.

It was about 9:30 p.m. when I left. From my relatively isolated apartments, it’s about 10-15 minutes or so to downtown (Abilene has a population of about 110,000).

Right next to Camalott Communications’ old location is a $1.50 movie theater. At the time, the place was featuring that masterwork of modern film, Mortal Kombat. I drove by the theater on the way into the center proper and pulled into an empty parking space.

Using the glow of the marquee to write out my check, I was startled to hear a knock on the driver’s-side window of my car.

I looked over and saw two children staring at me from street. I need to describe them, with the one feature (you can guess what it was) that I didn’t realize until about half-way through the conversation cleverly omitted.

Both appeared to be in that semi-mystical stage of life children get into where you can’t exactly tell their age. Both were boys, and my initial impression is that they were somewhere between 10-14.

Boy No. 1 was the spokesman. Boy No. 2 didn’t speak during the entire conversation — at least not in words.

Boy No. 1 was slightly taller than his companion, wearing a pull-over, hooded shirt with a sort of gray checked pattern and jeans. I couldn’t see his shoes. His skin was olive-colored and had curly, medium-length brown hair. He exuded an air of quiet confidence.

Boy No. 2 had pale skin with a trace of freckles. His primary characteristic seemed to be looking around nervously. He was dressed in a similar manner to his companion, but his pull-over was a light green color. His hair was a sort of pale orange.

They didn’t appear to be related, at least directly.

“Oh, great,” I thought. “They’re gonna hit me up for money.” And then the air changed.

I’ve explained this before, but for the benefit of any new lurkers out there, right before I experience something strange, there’s a change in perception that comes about which I describe in the above manner. It’s basically enough time to know it’s too late.

So, there I was, filling out a check in my car (which was still running) and in a sudden panic over the appearance of two little boys. I was confused, but an overwhelming sense of fear and unearthliness rushed in nonetheless.

The spokesman smiled, and the sight for some inexplicable reason chilled my blood. I could feel fight-or-flight responses kicking in. Something, I knew instinctually, was not right, but I didn’t know what it could possibly be.

I rolled down the window very, very slightly and asked “Yes?”

The spokesman smiled again, broader this time. His teeth were very, very white.

“Hey, mister, what’s up? We have a problem,” he said. His voice was that of a young man, but his diction, quiet calm and … something I still couldn’t put my finger on … made my desire to flee even greater. “You see, my friend and I want to see the films, but we forgot our money,” he continued. “We need to go to our house to get it. Want to help us out?”

Okay. Journalists are required to talk to lots of people, and that includes children. I’ve seen and spoken to lots of them. Here’s how that usually goes:

“Uh … M … M … Mister? Can I see that camera? I … I won’t break it or anything. I promise. My dad has a camera, and he lets me hold it sometimes, I guess, and I took a picture of my dog — it wasn’s very good, ’cause I got my finger in the way and …”

Add in some feet shuffling and/or body swaying and you’ve got a typical kid talking to a stranger.

In short, they’re usually apologetic. People generally teach children that when they talk to adults, they’re usually bothering them for one reason or another and they should at least be polite.

This kid was in no way fitting the mold. His command of language was incredible and he showed no signs of fear. He spoke as if my help was a foregone conclusion. When he grinned, it was as if he was trying to say, “I know something … and you’re NOT gonna like it. But the only way you’re going to find out what it is will be to do what I say …”

“Uh, well …” was the best reply I could offer.

Now here’s where it starts to get strange.

The quiet companion looked at the spokesman with a mixture of confusion and guilt on his face. He seemed in some ways shocked, not with his friend’s brusque manner but that I didn’t just immediately open the door.

He eyed me nervously.

The spokesman seemed a bit perturbed, too. I still was registering something wrong with both.

“C’mon, mister,” the spokesman said again, smooth as silk. Car salesmen could learn something from this kid. “Now, we just want to go to our house. And we’re just two little boys.”

That really scared me. Something in the tone and diction again sent off alarm bells. My mind was frantically trying to process what it was perceiving about the two figures that was “wrong.”

“Eh. Um ….” was all I could manage. I felt myself digging my fingernails into the steering wheel.

“What movie were you going to see?” I asked finally.

“Mortal Kombat, of course,” the spokesman said. The silent one nodded in affirmation, standing a few paces behind.

“Oh,” I said. I stole a quick glance at the marquee and at the clock in my car. Mortal Kombat had been playing for an hour, the last showing of the evening.

The silent one looked increasingly nervous. I think he saw my glances and suspected that I might be detecting something was not above-board.

“C’mon, mister. Let us in. We can’t get in your car until you do, you know,” the spokesman said soothingly. “Just let us in, and we’ll be gone before you know it. We’ll go to our mother’s house.”

We locked eyes.

To my horror, I realized my hand had strayed toward the door lock (which was engaged) and was in the process of opening it. I pulled it away, probably a bit too violently. But it did force me to look away from the children.

I turned back. “Er … Um …,” I offered weakly and then my mind snapped into sharp focus.

For the first time, I noticed their eyes.

They were coal black. No pupil. No iris. Just two staring orbs reflecting the red and white light of the marquee.

At that point, I know my expression betrayed me. The silent one had a look of horror on his face in a combination that seemed to indicate: A) The impossible had just happened and B) “We’ve been found out!”

The spokesman, on the other hand, wore a mask of anger. His eyes glittered brightly in the half-light.

“Cmon, mister,” he said. “We won’t hurt you. You have to LET US IN. We don’t have a gun …”

That last statement scared the living hell out of me, because at that point by his tone he was plainly saying, “We don’t NEED a gun.”

He noticed my hand shooting down toward the gear shift. The spokesman’s final words contained an anger that was complete and whole, and yet contained in some respects a tone of panic:

“WE CAN’T COME IN UNLESS YOU TELL US IT’S OKAY. LET … US …. IN!”

I ripped the car into reverse (thank goodness no one was coming up behind me) and tore out of the parking lot. I noticed the boys in my peripheral vision, and I stole a quick glance back.

They were gone. The sidewalk by the theater was deserted.

I drove home in a heightened state of panic. Had anyone attempted to stop me, I would have run on through and faced the consequences later.

I bolted into my house, scanning all around — including the sky.

What did I see? Maybe nothing more than some kids looking for a ride.

And some really funky contacts. Yeah, right.

Credit: Brian Bethel

This story was originally hosted at Obiwan’s UFO-Free Paranormal Page, but that site seems to have drastically reduced its content and the story seems to no longer be available there.

However, you can still find more information on this account and the BEK phenomenon that it spawned via Google, if you’re interested!

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  • Dr. Faust

    That was different, very original. You dont see a lot of creepypasta about vampires.

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    • Dean’s Babe :)

      Vampires? These kids sound like Demons to me. I’ve watched enough Supernatural to know where this is going. Vampires eyes aren’t always black. Now, it may sound like I’m being rude, but I assure you I’m not. I’m just trying to tell you my opinion. But they may be vampires. Who knows?

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      • Anonymous

        They are because they said that they couldn’t come in unless they were allowed in. Classic Vampire.

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        • Anon

          Actually there are some cases where paranormal beings cannot enter in a house and/or a car without permission. These beings are usually hostile and intend to kill or torment so denying permission is a wise thing to do

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  • Striver_Legend

    Vampires? You dont see them in creepypasta too often.

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  • eponine119

    Ah, the classic Black Eyed Kids. Here’s the link with the original source: http://www.ghosts.org/stories/tales/evil-kids.html

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  • Anonymous

    Aaaaaaaand the pants have been shat.

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    • Endoplasmic Reticulum

      Vwone brick! Hahaha! Two bricks! Hahaha

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  • KingProgdor

    I did a bit of reading on the black-eyed children one time while looking through various creepypasta sites. This was definitely an interesting story, and goes along very well with what I read.

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  • http://www.creepypasta.com WHO WAS PHONE?

    @eponine – YES. I think that’s where I originally read it. Thanks!

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  • Pants

    Dammit, I’ve been shat in again.

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  • life

    good build-up.

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  • Jumbo Shrimp

    “WE CAN’T COME IN UNLESS YOU TELL US IT’S OKAY. LET … US …. IN!”

    … Nice kid.

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  • Wheat

    I am fine with things that are poorly written, but for me this was so bad that I had to go back and reread things over and over and over to understand what the author meant…

    “I need to describe them, with the one feature (you can guess what it was) that I didn’t realize until about half-way through the conversation cleverly omitted.”

    Broke the flow for me too much to enjoy it. Also it could definitely be shortened, very repetitive and the sequencing is out of order (kid is called a spokeman before ha talks and then after he talks he is called kid #1?)

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    • Grammar Rebel

      Even I know what is said here.

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  • Shuriken

    I liked this one because of the perspective. It’s told in a reminiscent manner, so you know that something happened to the narrator, but you aren’t sure what state he’s writing it from. It’s intense beans.

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  • Foolish

    Nice ‘pasta, very suspenseful. It didn’t creep me out (it actually made me laugh a little bit) but it had a consistent ön edge” feeling throughout nonetheless.

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  • Comment Leaver

    Ooooh. Fantastic!!!

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  • Reptilian Liar

    Hmm…different. It was awesome.
    And the main kid being known as The Spokesman…that’s chilling.

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  • r

    it’s crazy to think that this story is supposedly true and based on his own first-hand account.. i thought the most interesting read was the FAQ section on that link. gotta keep an eye out for evil kids, now!

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    • silentone66

      > : ) oh? but every kid has a “bit” of evil > : )

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  • D

    There are a number of things that keeps this from even being a decent pasta, the description is terrible, hard to understand, and the author being aware hes trying to tell a scary story kills whatever mood there was.

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    • Darron Donahue

      He wasn’t telling a scary sorry, he was relaying the events of what had happened to him.

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  • Anon

    BUT THEN WHO WAS MOVIE?

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  • debbie

    hehe, quite a good read, I was thrilled all the time because I expected he’d let the boys into the car…I like stories with creepy children^^

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  • The Person Formerly known as ‘Noneya’

    I liked this one.

    Ive read a few creepypastas with kids like those ones, so as I was reading Im thinking ‘Nooo! Dont open the door!’

    Very nice.

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    • Anonymouse

      yeah, its weird…they seem to be popping up everywhere.
      WRITE A PASTA ABOUT IT! WRITE ONE NOW!

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  • Darkest

    @ D: Oh, grow up. It was good.

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  • @Darkest

    no u

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  • BonerFruit

    I like the stories of the black eyed kids. There are a bunch on http://thekingofwolves.webs.com/ and they are all equally creepy.
    @Striver_Legend I don’t think they’re supposed to be vampires, I mean they need permission from a person to enter their vehicle.

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    • boxstar

      lawl clearly you havent seen the movie let me in

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      • Jazz

        Actually, that happened in The Lost Boys, WAAAAAAY before.

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    • Alexis

      I’ve read some of these stories and they remind me of stories about faeries rather than vampires. Not the current description of faeries with wings and princess and all that but the ones that if you follow them to their parties or circles and five minutes could be like 50 years passing by.

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  • Buster Wolf

    @BonerFruit: You’ve never seen the movie Buffy the Vampire Slayer? You have to invite the vampire in before they can come in. :P

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  • Russel Crowe

    I would’ve dug my enormous cock into their eyes and proceeded to blind them.

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  • Sids

    This is definitely the best Black Eyed Kids story, a lot of the other ones fail to build any suspense at all.

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