Saturday, April 21, 2012

Black Eyed Omen

Since the publication of my book, I continue to receive reports of black eyed children from around the world.  The account below is another one that indicates that these strange kids may be some type of omen of death or misfortune.  Marcia from Ohio sent me this account of her encounter with a pair of black eyed boys in Virginia.  It happened in the summer of 2011.

My mother took very ill and had to go the the hospital.  She was having heart problems to top it off so they ended up keeping her at the hospital.  Since my mom lived alone, my sister and I went to stay at her house in Virginia.  It kept us close by and we could go to visit her during visiting hours.  We could also watch her two cats and keep the house for her.  My father had passed away two years before and since that time, my mom had really kept to herself.  Her house was in a very quiet, safe neighborhood and she knew everyone around her.

On a Monday evening, we got back from the hospital, went into the house and decided to fix something to eat.  I don't think either one of us was really hungry, we just wanted something to keep busy.  The doctors had told us that our mom wasn't doing very well and that they weren't sure what else to do for her.  I was in the kitchen with my sister and we were talking when both of us looked up at each other.  We both thought we had heard something.  I asked my sister if she'd heard knocking and she said yes, that she had heard it too.  We both walked into the living room and just then, we heard it again, someone was knocking on the front door.  I wonder if the doorbell's broken I said out loud.  We'd had several visitors, people were always stopping by who knew my mom, checking in to see if they could do anything and to see if she was better.

I opened the door, just thinking it was another neighbor but it wasn't.  There were two kids standing at the door.  They were about ten years old.  I have kids myself that are the same age so I was pretty sure of that.  The boy on the right was looking at the ground, but the boy on the left looked straight at my sister and I as soon as the door opened.  His eyes were solid black.  They were so black that they were shiny.  I didn't know what to say, I'd never seen anyone without any whites in their eyes.

Soon as the door opened, that boy said "You're going to invite us in."

I slammed the door without even thinking about it.  I was afraid they were some kind of gang members or something.  Right after the door slammed, we heard a noise from right outside that I can only describe as a cat in pain.  It was much louder than a cat would be though.

We ran to the kitchen and I phoned the next door neighbor who was a retired policeman.  It only took him a minute to get to our house.  He searched all over but couldn't find any sign of the two boys.

A short time later, we received a call from the hospital.  Our mom had passed away.

I don't know what the boys were but it scares me that they showed up at the time when my mom passed away.  Those boys terrified me and even thinking about it now, almost a year later, it still frightens me.

The strange cat like sound is unusual but not unheard of.  In my book, The Black Eyed Children, there's a case documented from the 1950s of a black eyed boy who "screeched like a bobcat".

Are these kids omens of darkness?  Only time and further research will help us understand more about these weird beings.

1 comment:

  1. That's really interesting, because I had an encounter not with a black-eyed child, but with what was either a ghost or shadow-person. This was just before both my Nana and my best friend died within a few weeks of each other, just before Christmas. I was 16 and woke up to find a guy standing in my bedroom doorway, wearing a cape or long coat and a hat. I thought it was my Dad, so I kept calling out loud, "Dad? Dad?" When he didn't answer, I realized that my Dad wouldn't be standing fully-clothed in my bedroom doorway, in the middle of the night, not even answering me. So I sunk down into my covers and watched him over the top of my blankets, as he watched me, until he finally turned and walked towards my sister's room. It took a long time to get back to sleep that night. I never saw him again.