On November 15th, I had a startling encounter with 2 kids. Black-eyed kids. And it left me startled, nauseous, and freaking out. Get the scoop after the jump.

Black-eyed kids are supposed to show up in lonely places. Quiet back roads. Dark porches. Late-night parking lots.

Most people meet them in stories on Reddit or in late-night YouTube videos. The legend goes like this: pale kids, flat black eyes, weird speech, and an urgent request to come inside your home or your car. If you let them in, something terrible happens. No one agrees on what, but the feeling is never good.

The Black-Eyed Kid Encounter

It was about 9 PM at a grocery store parking lot. One of those weeknight runs where you just want to get home, put the food away, and zone out for an hour.

It was drizzling, the kind of light rain that makes everything smell like wet asphalt. A few cars were scattered around, but not in my row. No one walking by. No kids hanging out. Just me, my cart, and the sound of rain on my jacket.

I loaded my groceries into the backseat like I always do. Bags down. Door shut.

That’s when I heard it.

“Can you drive us home?”

A boy’s voice. Very close.

I hadn’t heard anyone walk up. No footsteps. No rustle of clothing. Just suddenly … a kid’s voice at my side.

Two boys stood next to my car, maybe ten to twelve years old. One wore a black hoodie. The other had on a gray one. Both had blue jeans and sneakers. Very normal. Very plain.

I didn’t see their faces: Their hoodies shadowed their faces under a lamp post. My brain locked on the situation instead of the details. Where did they come from? Why are there two kids in the parking lot at 9 PM, asking a stranger for a ride?

“We need a ride home,” the second boy said. “We need to get in the car.”

That phrasing hit me as weird. Not “Can you please take us home?” Not “We’re lost, we need help.” Just:

“We need a ride home.”
“We need to get in the car.”

Firm. Cold. Monotone. A little too firm for kids that age.

I told them, “Look, I’ll call the police and have them give you a ride home.”

Both boys answered in unison.

“We need a ride home.”

No thank you. No protest. No fear of police. Just the same line.

Nausea swirled up on me in a heartbeat. I felt like puking. My head started spinning, and it felt like I had been on a 3-day bender. Then, I doubled over.

I turned my head toward them, just a glance. I could’ve sworn I saw pale blue eyes on both of them. Leering at me.

My instincts finally kicked in. Nope. I’m outta here. Those kids can go inside if they need help.

I stepped around them, got into the driver’s seat, and flipped on the headlights.

They were gone.

No kids walking away. No small figures between the cars. No movement at all. Just a lightly raining parking lot, my breath loud in the car, and two empty spaces where two kids had been standing seconds before.

I drove home. My dogs greeted me like everything was normal. Except Ollie, my black German Shepherd. He drove his nose into guts, sniffing like a crazed hellhound. Ollie ran his nosed up-and-down my torso, and snorted. He sat down, looked me in the eyes, and whined.

He cocked his head toward the front gate of the fence, flashed his big ol’ fangs, snarled, and stood up. Ollie trotted a few steps to the gate, then stopped … and came back to me on the porch with a wagging tail.

And that was it.

No follow-up activity. No dreams. No knocking. No mysterious doorbell rings. Just a quiet night in with a pack of dogs lying around the living room with their pawrent.

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Have you had an encounter with black-eyed kids? If so, tell me about in the comments.

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