Demanding Kids At Door

Demanding Kids At Door

Date: September - 2002

Location: Pittsburgh, PA

My wife and I moved to Pittsburgh, PA in 2001. She had family in the area and sheíd always wanted to be close to them. At first, we rented an apartment for a year while we settled into new jobs. Once the year was up and we had decided to stay in the area, we started looking for a house.

By 2002, we moved into our own house, a one story place that we found for a good price. The neighborhood was clean and quiet and within a couple of months we had met most of the families on the block. It was a great place to live.

My wife and I both worked about the same hours, so except for occasional overtime, we usually arrived home around the same time.

This strange incident happened to us in September of 2002. It was a weekday around the later part of the month. I got home first and my wife about a half hour after me. We talked for a minute but my wife wasnít feeling too well, so she went to the bedroom to lay down. I was sitting in the living room, watching some sports.

About 15 minutes after my wife had gone to the bedroom, there was a knock at the front door. It was sort of loud and I didnít want it to wake her so I put my drink and the TV remote down and quickly got up.

It was strange because the knocking just kept going, the person wouldnít let up.

When I opened the door, there was this kid standing on the step. He was wearing a gray hooded top and his hands were stuck in the pockets. I wondered for a moment how he had been knocking because his hands were in his pockets. Iíd never seen this boy in the neighborhood before. He was staring straight at me and his look was rather mean.

Before I even said anything, this kid says:

I want to come into your house now.

The hair on the back of my neck went up, this kidís tone was so cold. He looked about 10 years old, and this didnít sound right coming from him.

I looked at him and realized his eyes were solid black. I felt like I was starting to panic.

I donít know why I did it, but I looked beyond him, out to the street. Maybe I was hoping there was someone else out there, I donít know.

When I looked back at the boy, I only glanced at his face, I couldnít stand those eyes. Then I glanced down and realized I couldnít really see his feet. I know how strange this sounds, I donít really know how to explain it, itís almost like his legs just faded away.

I slammed the door on him and turned around to see my wife rushing into the room. She looked frightened and said to me:

Thereís a kid knocking on the bedroom window and he has black eyes.

I was so stunned I didnít know what to say. I opened the front door again but there was no one there. I ran outside and went to the corner of the house where our bedroom windows were, again there was no one there.

There must have been 2 of those kids, but I simply canít imagine that they were able to get away from the house so quickly. There was something so unnatural about the boy I saw standing on the steps and Iíve never understood why I couldnít see his feet.

For a long time, I thought that we had seen ghosts. Itís only in the past year that we came across stories of the black eyed kids on the Internet. We now believe this is what we witnessed.

Thankfully, they never returned.

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