Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Black Eyed Kid in Florida
This happened to me just over a year ago.
I was living in an apartment in the Miami, Florida area. I was doing a short term project for a company in the city and they had rented me an executive apartment close to their corporate offices. It was a nice place, on the third floor as I had requested. The complex was secured and gated and they had their own security. The apartment was one bedroom, fully furnished and had a nice balcony off the living room. After several months, I had settled in and felt very secure.
I was working long hours, trying to wrap up the project I had been hired for. As a result, I would often come home in the late afternoon, grab a bite to eat and a couple of hours of sleep. After resting, I would put in a few hours doing computer work at my apartment.
I'll never forget what happened to me one Thursday afternoon. I had gone back to my apartment and was too tired to even make something to eat. I laid down on the couch and after a few minutes, I was out to the world. I believe I slept for about two hours when something woke me up. I had a strange feeling when I woke and I thought that I'd heard a noise in my apartment. I just laid there on the couch, until I woke up the rest of the way. I had my eyes open and I was looking around. I could see the clock on the wall and it was just after five. It was summer and there was still plenty of light outside and coming through the windows. After a moment, I realized what had caused me to wake up. Someone was knocking on the door. I kept laying there though because the knock didn't sound quite right. I sat up on the couch, fully awake and listened to the knocking. I suddenly realized that the knocking was coming from behind me. My front door was across the room in front of me. The only thing behind me was the set of glass doors that led out to the balcony. I sat there frozen, still looking at the front door. I realized that the knock sounded funny because someone was knocking on the glass.
I suddenly felt really afraid and turned to look at the doors. Standing at my balcony door was a boy. He was about twelve or thirteen years old. His face seemed pale and his eyes were solid black. He was knocking on the glass and staring at me. It scared the hell out of me. I ran to the bedroom and called building security.
It only took a couple of minutes for the security guy to knock on the front door and announce himself. I didn't even look towards the glass doors again until I let the security officer in. He told me that he'd looked around outside and didn't see anyone around. I told him again what had happened, leaving out the part about the black eyes. He went out on the balcony and looked around. He seemed like he didn't believe me because he said no one could get down that fast and he had been on the ground level, right outside when I called. He assured me that everything was fine and that he'd look around again.
I've never been able to get the image of that kid out of my head. Those black eyes were so disturbing. Did he climb up to my third story balcony? Was he going to break in? How did he get down so quickly without the security guards seeing him? These questions and others have bothered me since that day. I didn't spend much time in that apartment after the incident and I never saw the kid again. A few months ago, my sister told be about what are called the "black eyed kids" and I believe that's what I saw.
The Black Eyed Children by David Weatherly is available from: http://leprechaunpress.com/