Black eyed children Puns

Hi guys!

I have a question: I watched video in which (I think it was him) NightMind mentioned someone trying to start an ARG but actually going to people who are into paranormal stuff, not into ARGs with it. And then it blew up into a full on conspiracy theory/paranormal belief.

Does anyone remember which video it was (and if it was actually NightMind? I had a moment of just binging stuff about ARGs and weird shit on the web, so I'm not sure).

Any help would be appreciated! Thank you!

Posted in the Black eyed children thread first but would like to share here also because there are more members who might be able to help

I hope to have some insight, comments, advice, or help on what happened about two weeks ago. I am a little familiar with the black eyed children phenomenon but need some help to identify what exactly happened to help two family members who have not been right since the sighting.

In 2013 I moved with my family to a foreclosed 6bd home on 14acres straight up in the middle of nowhere in the Poconos. My father and I noticed very weird things going on the second we moved in, but my mother and sister seemed to not notice these things. Everyone besides me and my dad in my entire family are the “oh it was the wind” type of people (if u get what I mean )

There is some evidence that the entire area of where this house is located is haunted (as in ghosts and Native American burial grounds, and other things.) Now, historically speaking with actual evidence people settled here around the old mill area long ago and brutally killed many Iroquois Indians. This area is very spread out over miles of heavily wooded mountains.

Two weeks ago my uncle on my mother’s side and his gf come visit my parents home. They do this quite often as my parents always have people over for beer, games, bonfires etc. I just want to start off by saying my uncle is a non-believer, a Harley rider who to this day, I have never seen him really scared of anything or anyone(before this sighting ) .

My uncle and his gf are playing foosball with my parents , when they realize it is 12:30am so they decide to head home. They take all back roads and once they turn onto Running valley road. (6 min from the house) My uncle’s gf sees two figures (they were pretty far away at this point) but it was two small figures waiting to cross the road. Just to mention there was nothing out here . No houses (besides one abandoned that was still two miles up the road ) Only thing in the vicinity is a cave. These figures were attempting to cross the road to go into the woods, which was very odd cuz of the time and location.

They are now approaching these figures (headlights start to shine directly on them) Both my uncle and his gf, see two young girls aged 9-11appox. One much bigger than the other. Wearing what my uncle best describes as “Early 1900’s church clothing”. Like dresses to the knee, with white cotton shawls or cropped sweaters, and flats. Weird right? Wtf are tw

https://www.atticvoices.com/2019/black-eyed-kids - This is one of my favourite myths, probably because it was one of the first I heard about back when I was a kid myself.

Reports of children with coal black eyes showing up at people’s doors and asking to be let in started around the 60s, and they’re so creepy. Apparently the kids can’t enter the house without permission but they will try to get in by any means necessary.

(I’m really bad at distinguishing voices in podcasts so I don’t know who’s who, I’m sorry.)

I was really put off by the way Ash/Alaina ripped the author of the last story they discussed (the Halloween one) to absolute shreds for no reason at all. I was so shocked with how they were treating this person that I rewound the episode and started taking notes.

Ash/Alaina roasted the shit out of this person for the horrible offences of:

• being skeptical of the paranormal
• not using Reddit (even though they themselves don’t like Reddit?? They acted like this person was so pretentious for not using it)
• Having a best friend (?????)
• implying that ghost stories in TV shows are not real
• saying that small children shouldn’t be out by themselves at night (I mean...they shouldn’t. Is that controversial?)
• joking about their dog being a bad watch dog (literally everybody who has a friendly dog makes this joke. There is nothing rude about it. I can guarantee the dog is not offended)
• saying that most children nowadays have cellphones (they do. This isn’t judgmental. It’s a literal fact)

I had to fight myself so hard to not turn this episode off. It was seriously almost unlistenable. The little comments they made throughout “We get it, you’re sooooo cool”, “You seem okay with being rude” were unnecessary and honestly confusing in the context of what was really a completely innocuous story written in a totally normal tone. It reminded me of being 12 and my friends and I thinking we were so much smarter than everyone else and always looking for ways to make fun of people. Well, I grew out of it. I guess not everyone does.

Skip a solid 15+ mins in before they get into the actual podcast topic.

Edit: no, 18:18.

Edit2: no, 20:34.

I just listened to Morbid's BEK episode yesterday. I was curious to hear more of the many, many, MANY stories available about the BEK, so I listened to this episode of Necronomipod. It was released on January 3, although apparently was released sometime prior on their Patreon. So, assuming Ash and Alaina aren't Necronomipod patrons, it was released about 2 weeks before the Morbid episode.

Y'all, they're almost COMPLETELY IDENTICAL! Like, Crime Junkie level "similarity". Has anyone else heard the Necronomipod episode?

So I live in a small house a behind me is woods with an abandoned pool, barn, and a slab of concrete where a house was built. Before I get into my story there is a few thing you need to know about this land. 1st the house that was on the concrete was demolished in one day. When we asked our neighbor about it he told us one day the family was there the next they where gone and the house was gone almost like they packed up and left over night. 2nd in the barn there are two names written in the concerts Jenna and Jennie both with the same date 1997. 3rd there is a old lawn chair sitting out there in the middle of the woods with only a small layer of leaves. If you think about it by now those leaves would have been piled on the chair not just a small pile. Also the metal isn’t rusted at all. With all this being said yes we have had strange encounters but nothing like the dream I had last night. It started with my and my boyfriend walking out of the woods. We kept hearing things and saw we where being followed. After we got out a little girl appeared wearing a white but older dress,her hair was knotted like she has been in the wood for a long time, and where the color in her eyes where supposed to be was black almost like her pupil had taken over. I turned around and asked “ are you ok” and she reached out and touched me. I instantly went to a flash back, but not mine it was hers. There was a couple no later then there 30s crying hysterically while a group of 6 to 7 children all with black eyes around the ages 6 to 16 where around them. A little boy around the age 8 or 9 with dirty overalls and a shirt under spoke up and said “you are on our land, this is our land, we told you to leave” and he picks up an axe and chopped the girls arm off. She feel to the ground screaming as all the kids stared to stick there hatchets in her back. I wanted to scream stop but I was frozen I couldn’t speak, blink, or move. They then proceed to the boy tying him to the ground. At that time the little girl let go I was back at the opening to our woods and she stood there. I ran inside and kept peeking out she was still there watching but not going any further than the opening at the woods. When I finally woke up I told my boyfriend and he was is complete shock. I asked what’s wrong and he said he had a dream that he was being chased though the woods but didn’t know by what. If anyone has anything that can help please please share I have read a lot about then I know not to let the

You want to know the truth? Of course you do. Humans are obsessed with the concept of “truth.” I hate to be the one to break it to you, but “truth” isn’t real. What is true for me will not be true for you. However, since you asked so nicely, I will tell you what I know to be the closest thing to the truth.

The black eyed children are indeed children. Human children in fact. They will grow up. They will, mostly, lead normal adult lives. I have seen many people say that the black eyed children are demons or vampires or even just a legend. They are none of these things. They are not possessed. They have not come back from the dead. But, they are very real. When they come to your door and they ask for help they really truly need your help. You should always let them in.

Now, you might be wondering to yourself, how do I know these things. How do I know the “truth.” Well, let me tell you. I was a black eyed child. I am no longer, because I am no longer a child. It is that simple.

I need you to think of this not as a supernatural force or folklore; think of it as an affliction, because, at the end of the day, that’s what it is. I, myself, was born a black eyed child. There are other ways to catch this disease though, of course. But let me start from the beginning of my story.

All of the women in my family have been born as black eyed children. Dating back as far as any of us can imagine. This disease isn’t of the body though, well, not completely. It is of the eyes, obviously. Think deeper though. What are the eyes commonly referred to as. The windows of the soul. So, say your eyes are completely white. In theory that means you bare your entire soul to the world. The story of the white eyed children is for a different day though. Following this logic that would mean that having completely black eyes means you bare none of your soul to the world. There is a very good reason black eyed children have completely black eyes. We don’t have a soul. There is nothing to gaze into. There is nothing at all.

Not having a soul isn’t as bad as you would think though. I know in your silly little mind you’re still thinking about demons or monsters. You are still wrong. We just find our souls a little later in life.

I can hear you thinking. You’re wondering how we find our souls. There are many ways to find a soul. There are many lost souls wandering the earth. You can’t see them, but we can. We have always been able to. If we find one we like we politely ask if you would

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black-eyed_children

I hope I'm within the rules to ask for a discussion on this topic, but having read them over, I'm pretty sure this is okay. Sorry if I've (possibly) misunderstood.

I'm fascinated by the subject of black-eyed kids. The lore surrounding them is pretty consistent, but varies only slightly at times. Every account of them includes them asking to get inside of a person's home or car. Sometimes, they're dressed in modern clothing, and sometimes, they're wearing older-looking clothes. They have entirely black eyes and give experiencers a very bad feeling. I've never seen one myself, or met anyone who has. I wonder what you all think. Are they real? Does anyone have an experience with them? I'm guessing that if anyone here has seen them, we'd have read a post about it already. I'm pretty skeptical, despite my experiences with strange things. So, anyone want to speculate or share an experience?

Earlier this month, to celebrate the 4th of July, I was having a few drinks with my parents and as we were discussing several different topics, we eventually stumbled into sharing some ghost stories. I mean, we've all heard each others' usual stories before (I can write down verbatim my dad's encounter with an elf, which I always find myself chuckling doubtfully at). But, that night, I brought up something that I have struggled to come to terms with for years.

 

This took place when I was around 10 years old, I'm 25 now, so this was about 15 years ago, to give you a perspective of time. My friends lived in different neighborhoods around town, so since I was really the only kid of my age group who lived in my little part of the suburb, I would occupy my free time by riding my Little Mermaid bicycle on the streets. It was a very lax part of the township, typical of the residential areas that surrounded the city. One summer evening, I was wasting some time before dinner by pedaling my bike up the street. When I was rolling to the T-shaped intersection that I would always stop and turn around at, I noticed two girls my age sitting peacefully in front of the house opposite the intersection. They were staring at me, almost if they were aware of my imminent arrival. Both were wearing light-colored nightgowns, which I thought was a bit strange considering the time of day and, well, being outside. I can't recall if they were twins, something tells me they were but, I can't really remember much detail of their faces at all. As I got closer to the intersection on my bike, they called out to me cheerfully, beckoning me with jubilant arm motions to come towards them, and I did. I felt a rush of excitement toil over me at the thought of having a couple of friends to play with, so I really wasn't asking why they were outside in nightgowns, or even where they came from. You see, the people that owned the house behind them were quite elderly, I mean, I rarely ever saw them leave their house at all. The edges of the property were quite grown over, which made the house look neatly nestled away from the road. The only thing I thought was strange at the time was that the slight hill that was their front lawn was covered in decorative river rocks, the ones that are smoothly molded by water and look like little dinosaur eggs, and that's what the girls were sitting on. Barefoot, and in nightgowns. How uncomfortable, I thought.

 

They were both talking to

I had a new dream last night that included me and my mother. we went to my step grandpas house and there appeared to be children running all around. i was the only one they were visible to. after being there for a little they starting watching me so i attempted to talk to them. One little girl stood out to me she had brown hair almost like a almond, she was wearing ripped clothing, with a darker complexion. She appeared scared. after a little of no communication i opened my laptop i had brought and got onto a google doc that was empty. the children ended up communicating threw the google doc. The little girl i had mentioned before drew a photo of which seemed to be her mother. after that a photo was sent to my phone of someone peering threw the vents at me. i assumed it was a child and laughed. i would love to know if anyone has had a dream like this?

In October of last year, I saw the black eyed children for the first time.

They floated just outside the open window, their skin a pale-white, and their eyes as dark and void as the deepest hole you can imagine.

I had become lost in those eyes.

Have you ever had a nightmare you can't remember?

I awoke abruptly, covered in sweat and my heart beating faster than it ever had before. Yet I couldn't recall the goings on of my mind that had shaken me so thoroughly.

Sitting up at the edge of my bed, I stared over at my eight-year-old son.

"Ben, monsters aren't real. There's nothing to be afraid of," I had said, night after night with little result.

But that wasn't true, was it?

There was plenty to be afraid of.

Since his mother had died, each night had progressed the same. I would tuck him in, Ben would promise that he would stay in his own room tonight, and I would kiss him on the forehead.

I would then walk tiredly to my own bedroom, close the door quietly — take more than my fair share of melatonin — and drift off to sleep. Upon awakening, I would most certainly find my son gently nestled against my shoulder.

Thinking it to be the natural result of losing his mother, I hadn't thought much of it. That was until the nightmares started, and the children began their nightly visit.

The first night I saw them, I was sure it had been a dream. The bed was nearly pressed up against the window, and my son was directly below it.

The two children reached their arms through the opening and were only inches away from grabbing my son.

Somehow holding back a scream, I reached out to push the cold arms away. And then I shut the window and locked it with a loud click.

"Dad?" Ben had said, having perhaps awoken from his own nightmare.

Before he could see the two children, I quickly closed the curtains and pressed my back up against the window.

"What are you doing Dad?" he continued.

"Nothing. Go back to bed," I said quietly, having no idea what to say or do.

This is what I did do.

Each night I would lock the windows securely and shut the blinds so tightly that it was impossible to see anything. I made it a rule in our house that each night every window must be locked securely, and the blinds shut. I think I made up some excuse about burglars choosing houses where they could see inside.

A few nights later, I peaked through the blinds and saw the two children, pale as death, back to where they had been that first night. I became lost in the depth o

(Obligatory "I'm on mobile" statement, and true story)

So, I totally forgot about this happening until my mom brought it up at dinner tonight and now it's 9:30 at night and I'm scared all over again.

This was back in high school, either my freshman or sophomore year. I missed the bus and I didn't have a car at the time, so my mom had to drive me to school. The road my tiny neighborhood (more like a glorified cul-de-sac, or however you spell it) was off of was a long rural stretch that only had one equally tiny other neighborhood and a few houses here and there. It was 6 am or something and still dark outside and it was colder than a witch's tit.

As we're pulling out of our neighborhood, my mom and I BOTH saw these three children in blue and white private school uniforms standing side-by-side, shoulder to shoulder at the 'entrance' of the neighborhood on the sidewalk. It was either two girls and one boy, or two boys and one girl. I don't remember the ratio, but the girl/s wore a blue and white skirt/dress outfit and the boy wore a blue short-sleeved shirt with khaki shorts.

This was weird for a few reasons. One, it was 40 degrees outside. They looked like they were dressed for the summer and they didn't even wear coats or anything. Secondly, there were two schools in the area but not a private school till the next town over, and blue and white weren't the schools uniform colors. Third, what young kids just stand there in a single file line, not doing anything but standing? No joshing around, no nothing? Yeah, right. Lastly, this wasn't where the bus stop was. It was a few blocks down. Just a sprinkle of extra creepy on top for shits and giggles, there wasn't any street lights. They were just standing in the dark. Not doing jack except being creepy as hell I guess.

They were on the corner on the right, closest to the passengers' side where I was obviously sitting. And of course we were turning right. As we got closer I thought at first they didn't have faces, but it was just too shadowy and dark out, and the headlights only shone under their shoulders (which is how I can remember the outfits so vividly). Then we got closer and I was relieved to see they had faces, but then got completely freaked all over again when I saw their eyes were all black. Like, Supernatural-Sam-and-Dean-fighting-demons, all black. My mom saw it before I did and she put the pedal to the metal and high-tailed it out of there. I remember trying to look back and see them, but

This is some fucking bullshit. Okay so I work primarily as a babysitter but with what’s been going on I haven’t been getting any business. That was until yesterday. I got an email requesting my services to watch some kids for the weekend. I replied that I'd love to, provided their kids are healthy.

I also informed them due to the circumstances I'd need half my pay in advance. They agreed to it and said they'd drop them off at 8. I made sure to clean up before they arrived. I was getting through with vacuuming when I heard my doorbell ring. I turned off my vacuum and told them to come in.

“Hey,” I said, coming down the stairs. “Don’t worry your kids will be safe with me. I just need to know if there’s anything important I should know about….”

My voice trailed off when I saw who was inside my house. Standing in my living room was a family of four. A dad, daughter, mom, and son. All of them had deathly pale skin like they hadn’t seen The Sun in years. That wasn’t what made my blood run cold, though. It was their pitch-black eyes.

The instant I saw them I got an overwhelming urge to run out of the house. The problem was they were right at the bottom of the stairs. I thought about running back up and jumping out a window but I doubted a broken ankle would increase my chances of escape. Besides they weren’t technically doing anything to harm me. I figured my best course of action was to talk with them.

“Can I help you?” I hesitantly asked.

“I am the client you spoke with earlier,” the dad said.

“Wait, what? You guys are? But you’re….”

“Aliens, demons, monsters. We’ve heard it all,” the mom said. “I’m Eliza. This is my husband, Norman, our daughter, Louise, and our son, Abraham. Anyway, now that we’ve gotten the formalities out of the way we need you to watch our kids for five days while we take care of something.”

“Five days? But he said that it’d only be for the weekend,” I said, pointing to Norman.”And it doesn’t matter anyway. I want you all out of my home.”

I pointed to the door.

“You aren’t in any position to be making demands. If you don’t want to comply, however, we can show you what happens to our prey,” he said.

“And what would that be exactly?” I replied, trying to call his bluff.

Norman made a choking motion with his hand. Instantly I felt like a vice was crushing my windpipe.

“Okay, okay, fine,” I choked out. “I’ll watch them.”

“Good,” he said, releasing me.

I rubbed my throat.

“I want t

I am an open-minded skeptic, I am curious about them. I was wondering if anyone might have any tips for drawing their attention. I would like to question them, as it seems as if no one thinks to do this. I know the rules around them: Don't invite them in and don't give them a ride. If possible I will take pictures and post them if anything comes out of peoples suggestions.

Hey there, I am looking for some of the best Black Eyed Children stories you have read . Please comment below :)

I don't know if you talked about them before, but I think a good creepy story to tell would be about the Black Eyed Children encounters.