Monday, July 25, 2011

Black Eyed Kid


I solemnly swear to the heavenly deity known as GOD that if I ever see a BEK, I will end it's unnatural life. For those of you scratching your head and currently going wtf, a BEK is a Black Eyed Kid. Now I'm not speaking of the time when Timmy went up against Big Bad Bruce on the playground, I'm talking about a supernatural being that wants desperately to be given permission to enter your home or vehicle.

Apparently there are two types of BEKs: the ones that meet you in the parking lot and politely ask for a ride home and the ones that appear at your doorstep and urgently need to make a phone call or use your restroom or get a drink of water. I don't know what happens when you allow them in, but it can't be good. Here is a story by a U.S. Marine who had the misfortune of meeting a pair of BEKs.



I’M A MARINE stationed at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. I live in the infantry barracks off of River Road. I recently had a rather strange encounter with a pair of black-eyed kids. I live on the third floor of the barracks that have open walkways on the outside and the rooms on the inside. This happened on a weekend back in November, 2009. It was a weekend, so almost every Marine was out, either home, drinking or sleeping; only a handful were left in the barracks awake. I’d stayed in that weekend because I was broke and had no money to go out. I was watching a movie when I heard a knock at my door. Figuring it was my roommate who’d lost his key again, I went and opened it. Instead of a drunken roommate, I found two little kids standing on the walkway – only these kids freaked the hell out of me. I don’t know what it was about them, but as a Marine we’re always told to listen to that little voice in your head, because it just might save your life from an IED (improvised explosive device). Right then that voice was screaming at me to shut the door and lock it.
THE PLEA
There was also the fact that these kids had absolutely pitch-black eyes. I mean no white or any other color to them whatsoever – just black. But I pushed those things aside and asked them what they were doing there so late. They responded by saying that it was really cold out and they wanted to come in and read. I was confused as hell, because I’ve never met a kid that wants to read. Also, there was no mention of any parents or anything else you’d expect a lost couple of kids to say. I couldn’t take my eyes of their pitch-black eyes; it was like they were sucking me in. I felt horrible and was suddenly frightened for my life, like I needed to immediately take cover. They just stared at me, with those goddam eyes.
I took a quick look up and down the walkway to see if any other Marines were out, but there was nobody in site. I turned back to the kids who I noticed had taken a step forward toward me. I got the feeling like I was being hunted, like these kids where predators and out for their next meal or something. Instinct gave way to reason and I decided to listen to that voice and shut the door and locked it.
I heard soft constant knocking for the next five minutes before I heard my window rattle and then nothing. I went down to the officer on duty the next morning and asked him about it and he said he hadn’t heard of or seen any kids in the area at all, and dismissed it saying that I’d probably had too much to drink last night. Only I hadn’t been drinking at all or anything like that that night. I don’t know what or who those kids were, but I doubt any of the families here would let their kids wander around at night on a military base. As we have heard in many other stories of black-eyed people, they often ask to be invited in. They don’t try to barge in… they don’t threaten… they only seem to need their targets to voluntarily allow them into their homes. For what purpose? What would happen if they were allowed in? Who are these black-eyed beings?

It's also a rumor that the more you read about them, the more likely they will seek you out. Guess I should have said that at the beginning. Oh well. Enjoy the nightmares! >_<

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