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someone asked about where to get the black-eyed-kids story. it's at ghosts.org. i'm not sure where exactly since i haven't went through it in quite sometime. but i'm sure it's there, it also has a lot of different interesting stories [ including one about a girl who believes she met and currently knows a 'real vampire' for lucydru. ] by the way, it has the original link for brians post [ brian is the journalist who had encountered the black-eyed-kids ].

actually..i'm bored enough to find the URL. hold on.

http://www.pinn.net/~royaloak/Stories/black_eyed.htm

that'll take you to his post.
 
it was me natalie. thanks.
it has to be one of the scarier things ive read- just because he sounds so convincing.
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I'm sure I've heard something similar in FT. A guy who met a 10 year old girl by a canal - to cut a long story short, she insisted that he walk with her towards an underpass or something. He went into 'oz factor mode'. Something distracts guy and suddenly filled with inexplicable fear, draws away from girl. Her eyes go all weird and she vanishes. Guy nearly has heart attack with fear.

Disturbing...
 
That posting by the journalist was three years ago. Does anyone know what's happened if anything, since then?
 
i'm pretty sure he's still encountering the paranormal and writing about it. on that page he has his email addy. you can interrogate him if you want! :)
 
Okay, I'm officially freaked out.

Has anybody got in touch with the guy and found out if he's still tormented by 'zee chiltren ov zee night'? I dunno about you guys but I suddenly feel very .... vulnerable.

Think I'll go and find a crucifix.

I wonder why they appeared as children? Were they really children, or just assuming that shape, perhaps to appear safer and more approachable?

Then again, maybe I'll be okay - I've never got on with kids.
 
I think I'll buy a crossbow...they are the quickest way of getting the stake where it's going, and it doubles up as a groovy crucifix...
 
Black-eyed Kids

I ran across this story as told by Brian Bethel on Obi-wans Paranormal site... it seems pretty scary, and it seems as though he's telling the truth. Ever heard of BEK's before? The faq:

http://www.ghosts.org/stories/bekfaq.html

and this is the story:

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.

A friend suggested they were vampires, what with the old "let us in" bit and my compelled response to open the door. That and the "we'll go see our mother" thing.



What do you think?
 
That's my link from above; is there any other info out there? Has Fortean Times relegated it to the world of practicle joking? Or has anybody here seen them - I haven't.
 
Sorry, should have checked you link first, I'm sure we've had it on here sometime in the past but search turns up nothing.
 
they were definitely vampires, able to make you do something against your will, "we can't come in unless you ask us"

he had a lucky escape
 
Black-eyed kids/scary muppets

I once wrote to Brian and asked him if the he thought the two creatures he saw in his "Muppett Nightmare" were the same two he saw as those kids, just in a different form. He never got back to me but he did say on his site (which no longer functions) that he had thousands of emails so I'm not surprised he never even got to mine. By the way I once read on a different messageboard a claim someone made that whenever they practised black magic their eyes would turn black.

I miss his site. It had some good stories.
 
There does seem to be a common set of occurances between his 'muppet dream' experience and the 'BEK' experience. Which tends to make me think that what he's experienced isn't 'real' but is some sort of recurring psychological flag waving from somewhere in his mind.
 
Except that if you go about 3/4's of the way down on this page you'll see see his friend also saw a group of black-eyed kids, the sighting of which may have indirectly led to somebody's death. Assuming he is not lying, I don't think these kids were his imagination.

By the word "flag" do you mean that the muppets/BEKs were his subconscious' way of warning him about some actual danger? Could you elaborate a bit? Thanks.
 
By 'flag' I meant that I think that perhaps somewhere in his subconcious he has a phobia or fear of something he finds threatening, and the recurring themes of his experiences seem to point that way.
 
Re: Black-eyed kids/scary muppets

Bannik said:
IBy the way I once read on a different messageboard a claim someone made that whenever they practised black magic their eyes would turn black.
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Sounds like theyve been watching too much buffy.
 
The most incredible thing I find about this story is the fact that he didn't notice that their eyes were black until halfway through the conversation. It's pretty much one of the first things that you would notice, and you don't even need to be close up for it to look very weird, I saw a guy once with black full eye contacts and they're very freaky at any distance.
 
Personally, I think it's a wonder that he noticed at all, given the amount of small details that we never pick up on normally.

I have always loved/hated "Muppet Dream". Never realised that was him as well; for a brief moment there I entertained the wonderful possibility that all the stories on the site had happened to him personally. How cool would that be? Like the Fortean Jessica Fletcher.

I am very intrigued by the research he's done that he claims may shed some light on the story. Incidentally, I may have mentioned this before (always try to get a Wedding Present lyric in your posts, folks) but remember that story in FT a few years back, the one with the guy who knew Marilyn Monroe? Didn't he meet some kind of evil supernatural child? On a canal path, I recall.
 
MrHyde said:
Never realised that was him as well; for a brief moment there I entertained the wonderful possibility that all the stories on the site had happened to him personally. How cool would that be? Like the Fortean Jessica Fletcher.
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It is interesting that some people seem to be a magnet for these sort of things. The ASU Ghost trilogy is also Mr.Bethel's.

If you go here you can see all the authors in alphabetical. My favorite's Jack Spencer's tales.:madeyes:
 
I don't know, it sounds like he was tripping out on drugs/mental illness, and the kids asking for a ride somehow triggered the episode. Especially the way he describes how he got a wierd feeling, which happens to sound EXACTLY like what I "feel" when I'm beginning a major trip after imbibing drugs. Except it's not really a feeling, more a conceptual awareness of reality "taking a step to the left.

The "speaker" sounds reasonably similar to me not that many years ago, and I know my responses would be quite similar if I asked someone for a ride, and they just stared at me and went err. uhm... ahh... I'd think they were slow and probably get pissed, turn to sarcasm etc., which the kid DID do if you don't immediately accept the kid as devil child. The second kid probably just thinks they should leave the head case alone.

And yes black contacts are VERY noticeable. Should have been the first thing he noticed.
 
And yes black contacts are VERY noticeable. Should have been the first thing he noticed.-Ath
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I know someone who has poster on her wall of a guy from the band Limpbizkit who wears all-black contact lenses on stage. For the longest time I couldn't figure out what it was about this poster that gave me such bad vibes. I had even seen pictures of this guy before and had never got the creeps from him. It was just this one photo. In fact, it wasn't until I read the following quote a while later that I realized what it was about that picture of him that got to me.
...but i have seen that guy from limpbizkit and i think i noe how exactly the Black-eyed people look like.
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(BTW, for anyone interested in this subject they should read this page from which I got the above quote).

Perhaps the difference is that I was looking at a photograph, whereas he was looking at a live person, but it's possible that some people just don't make the connection as quickly as others. Not that this negates your whole theory about the drug/insanity induced psychotic episode.
 
Bannik said:
Perhaps the difference is that I was looking at a photograph, whereas he was looking at a live person, but it's possible that some people just don't make the connection as quickly as others. Not that this negates your whole theory about the drug/insanity induced psychotic episode.
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There is a tendancy for people not to notice features in still images but to notice things when what they're looking at isn't static. I also don't think the guy was having a drug-induced experience, but I do tend to think that the experience wasn't 'real' in any concrete sense, for reasons I've explained earlier in this thread.
 
Jerry, if the BEKs were just the work of his mind, how do you account for the fact that three other people saw these same archetypes - albeit one saw them in a dream?
 
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