Girl In Closet Wishes You Were There

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Comment by Susan Barton on September 9, 2016 at 1:14pm

Thanks, Hagitha Krystal! 

Bradford, that's a VERY creepy story! I hadn't heard about Black Eyed Children before. The girl in my postcard certainly fits then! I'll have to look into it more :)

Comment by Bradford on September 9, 2016 at 12:39am

Thus, I find your postcard more than "a tad creepy", but I like it all the same.

Comment by Bradford on September 9, 2016 at 12:38am

Black Eyed Children appear in pairs and make a request to enter your car or home for some purpose designed to appeal to your desire to help children in need.  Sometimes it's to make a phone call or to get a ride home where their mother is waiting and probably worried.  An abnormal and deep fear and/or feeling of dread is sensed by the victim who also strangely feels a need to move closer or open a door in spite of the feeling of needing to get away.  After an incident, the victim often has a prolonged period of sleep anomalies.  One case was featured on a televised show as follows:

"Brian Bethel was a journalist out of Abilene, Texas. It was believed that the BEK [Black Eyed Kids] phenomenon had stemmed from a story Bethel recounted to colleagues in a personal email almost two years after the incident had occurred. It was 1996 when working late into the evening after sunset, he was on his way to pay an internet bill at a local provider’s offices. He pulled over near a movie theater, using the marquee’s light to write a check. It was in this moment when a knock frightened him, a pair of pale knuckles tapping his driver’s side window. Bethel looked up to see two young boys with hooded sweatshirts covering their faces. An immense rush of fear suddenly rushed over him. The fear, as Bethel remembered, was incomprehensible at the time. The boy who seemed to be the leader of the two had curly hair and an olive complexion. The other boy stood in the back ground, red hair a freckles. Their appearance, though average at first glance, soon sent even more fear through his bones. The boy’s both had eyes that lacked any substance. They were just large swathes of pitch black. No life to them whatsoever.

Frozen in his car, Bethel listened as the leader asked if they could have a ride to their mother’s house. They wanted to get money to see a movie at the nearby theater. “ It won’t take long,” the boy assured Bethel. “We’re just kids,” the boy would continue. Though these words were perhaps meant to ease Bethel’s obvious terror, it only made him panic even more. He rolled the window up and put the car in reverse, ready to drive off. The boy yelled to him through the window of the car. “We can’t come in unless you tell us it’s okay. Let us in!” Even as he regarded them and instinctively wanted nothing more than to get away from the, he found his left hand moving towards the lock button as if to unlock the door.  Consciously willing himself to make his hand stop its movement towards the lock button, he put his car back into gear, stepped on the gas pedal and drove away, quickly glancing one more time for the boys. But he saw nothing. Within seconds, they had completely disappeared out of sight.

I caught up with Bethel recently, hoping that he could shed some more light on his terrifying incident that night, and just exactly what he thought of his story sparking countless tales of the black eyed children. My first inquiry was if the incident had instilled any type of paranoia or follow-up events of high strangeness, as had often been reported in other cases of BEKs. He would tell me: “My sleep was greatly disturbed. I didn’t want to sleep at all, actually. I felt unsafe doing so. I kept having this fantasy of them appearing at the foot of my bed, or waiting outside my door for me when I went outside. It was a rough few weeks, I’ll say, and the effects linger to this day. The use of black eyes to symbolize evil has become a common trope in horror films and other media, and I will tell you that every time I see such an image, especially if I’m not expecting it, I flash back briefly to those terrible, agonizing moments in my car. I legitimately did not know if I was going to die or not. I have never been so terrified.”

Comment by Susan Barton on September 8, 2016 at 6:27pm

Nope! Tell me about the Black-Eyed Children ;-)

Comment by Bradford on September 8, 2016 at 5:04am

Makes me wonder if you know of the phenomenon of Black-Eyed Children.

Comment by Toni Hanner -- tonipoet on August 26, 2016 at 10:30pm

yikes!

Comment by Jessie on August 26, 2016 at 5:45pm

Love this!