More black eyed people encounters!

My husband, and our two-year-old son and I went to a used bookstore about two hours from our house in Tucson, Arizona this last Saturday (04/23/2011.) I followed my son as we walked back into the children’s area.

He rounded the corner to the aisle with the books. I saw a girl stand, not moving, a little ways down the aisle staring in our direction. Then my husband walked up to us. As he came closer, she did as well, following behind him.

My son ran off toward a table and my husband followed. The girl walked up and got right next to me within inches, almost touching. I started to feel extremely uneasy and moved away to where my husband and son stood at the table. They were both looking down at a Mickey Mouse doll which I tried to talk to my son about.

As I was looking down, I saw movement coming up behind me out of the corner of my eye. It was the girl. I noticed her clothing looked from about the 1960s and she looked very out of place. She was also overdressed with multiple coats on in a normal temperature environment.

She walked in a circling pattern, with her head down in a predatory way, the way a panther stalks its prey. As I stared at her while, she walked slowly. I distinctly remember she did not make a sound when she moved. Which now I am thinking was odd, because she had a lot of clothing on and a bag with her.

Her eyes were all black, no whites of her eyes, no pupils. She stared coldly, devoid of emotion, and you could feel the evil radiating off of her. I remember as I made eye contact with her, I had the very distinct feeling that she was not human. I had a feeling that she was something evil in a human shell.

I felt the most amount of terror and most threatened I have ever felt. I also felt like I was the food at the bottom of the food chain and I was her next meal. I definitely had a fight-or-flight response after I was able to pull my eyes away from hers. I remember thinking I had to get away and I had to protect my family.

I tugged on my husband’s shirt and grabbed my son and started to pull them away. My husband asked why; I said we need to just go. I remember thinking it was very important that she didn’t know we were leaving because we were afraid of her. We went to the other side of the store (if we were smart we would have left immediately).

My husband walked off to electronics and my son and I stood in front of a bookshelf full of board games. There was an aisle right behind us for magazines. Then I heard a man that was leaning down toward my son say in a very low tone, “I see you… she can’t hear you, but I can.”

I didn’t turn around; I was too scared. I grabbed my son and dashed away. I now believe he was one of the black-eyed people too and they were there together. I went to the car with my son and just felt this heaviness of evil that almost felt like it had stuck to me until I went to bed that night.

Black eyed people stories: who or what are these creatures?

  

So what are these creatures?

  Black eyed people. There’s many stories of encounters with these peculiar people. Here’s some stories from people who have had run ins with these individuals. The question still is…what are these creatures? The first story gives a different take on what these individuals just might be. But, I for one still want to know just what the real answer is! Read on. If you have had any incidents with these creatures, be sure to add in your story as well! These stories are from around 3 years ago, but worth a mention.

-Admin

Black-Eyed Man vs. Angel
by IndyGuy

I live in Indianapolis, Indiana, in the United States, and this is where this event took place in February of 2007. The biggest club district in Indy is Broad Ripple, about 60 blocks north of downtown. Myself, my girlfriend, and a couple of friends were out bar hopping on a Friday night, just having a good time. I ran out of cash and had to run to the ATM at the bank down the block. (There were plenty of ATMs around, but I was willing to walk a couple dozen yards to avoid the fees.) I made it to the ATM and withdrew some cash, and this was when things got weird.

I turned around and saw that across the street was a man leaning against the telephone pole on the corner. He was dressed well, in a black suit with an open-collar maroon shirt. He was tall, maybe 6’4″, and was white with short, jet-black hair. I’m couldn’t be sure at that distance, but I firmly believe that his eyes were completely jet-black. (I’ve read the other stories about black-eyed people (BEP) and I believe them now.) The scariest part was that he was staring across this crowded intersection at me with this incredibly smug look on his face. Now, I was in the Army and I spent sixteen months in Iraq. I’m only about 5’7″, but I’m solidly built, and I can handle myself. I’ve been frightened before, but the only word for what this man inspired in me is abject terror. His appearance was absolutely impeccable and he was just standing there, like he knew something I didn’t, and as if it were something I wasn’t going to like.

I didn’t want to hang around any longer than I had to, so I took off at a quick pace back toward the club where my friends were. After several yards, I allowed myself a glance backward and saw that he was following me across the street. I reminded myself that nothing could happen with people all around, but I didn’t really believe it. I reached the club, but there was a line in front of the bouncer who was checking IDs. I stood there shaking with fear as I saw the man pause on the other side of the street, look both ways, then calmly begin crossing toward me. Every move he made was precise and deliberate. I knew that when he got to me something horrible was going to happen, and it was only with great effort that I managed to maintain my composure.

Just then, another man walked up to me from the other direction. He was in his late 20s or early 30s (several years older than me), wearing jeans, sneakers, a baseball cap, and a hooded sweatshirt from a local university (UIndy, my alma mater). He touched me on the shoulder and I immediately felt calmer. Then, he said, “Don’t worry. You’re all right. We have everything under control.” I glanced back at the man in the suit and he had paused in the middle of the street. It’s amazing that he wasn’t run over. The sweatshirt man turned away from me to face the man in the suit. It was clear to me that this was a showdown. After a moment, the man in the suit sneered at us, in frustration, it seemed. Then turned around, and walked away. The sweatshirt man turned back to me with a reassuring smile, patted my shoulder and walked on.

I wish now that I had followed him and asked some questions, but the bouncer beckoned me inside and I really wanted to get back to my friends. When I found them in the club, my girlfriend immediately knew something was wrong, but before she could say anything, another friend, Scott, said, “Did your friend find you?” I replied, “Who?” Scott explained that they had run into a guy who was asking about me. That he had said we had gone to school together, and that he really needed to find me. When I pressed for details, they described the sweatshirt man (of course.) I don’t know who either man was, but I truly believe that I was targeted by something evil, and that my guardian angel (or something) protected me.

Black-Eyed Man in the Elevator
by Deon Landerson

I am an executive of a bank in Australia. After being told about this site by a friend, I found to my surprise that a few people have had similar experiences regarding people with pitch-black eyes. Unlike some, though, I didn’t feel a sense of dread or a feeling that I was about to die. I felt more an awareness and discomfort, like when you see someone advance angrily toward you only to walk past you.

Anyway, it was September 2, 2000, and one of the roles as an executive is you sometimes have to put in really late nights. My office was on the fifth floor and it was coming up to 12 in the morning. I was the only employee, as far as I know, on the first five floors apart from Ben, another fellow banker on my floor and Stan, who is a security officer.

I decided after finishing the files I was doing that I was going to go home. I said farewell to Stan, who more or less grunted and took the hall to the elevator. I then pressed the B2 level as the B levels are the car parks. As I’m descending, the elevator flashes that it has been called to floor 2. I thought it was very strange, seeing as I said the only other two people on the first five floors where me, the banker and Stan. Regardless, the elevator stops at floor 2 and in comes a tall man with more or less a black crew-cut.

The first thing i did was open my mouth to ask what sector he was from and who gave him permission, but as I looked into his eyes they where entirely black. The pupils, the retinas everything. I remember not really being spooked about his eyes. To be honest, I just thought he might’ve had a disability in his eyes. As the elevator slowly starts up moving back on route, he asked me where I was going, and I simply replied, “home.” He then asked why, and I more or less laughed and just said I want to go to sleep and see my wife. He then just mummered very softly, like he was talking to himself, “It must be nice to have a home.”

I figured he was just being friendly and that he must be renting. As we got to B1, I realized he hadn’t pushed the button on where he was going, so I asked, “Where are you going?” to which he replied rather angrily looking at me with his creepy eyes, “Nowhere.”

Feeling a little annoyed with his outburst that made zero sense at the time, I was glad to leave when we reached B2. As I walked to my car, which was roughly 10 meters from the lift, I saw that he didn’t get out; in fact, he hardly moved. He just kept staring at me and where I was walking to. Starting to get freaked out that the guy was some warped-out creep, I ran the little distance to my car and turned to see the lift was on a ascent up to floor 6. Feeling a little relieved, I drove up the ramps and coming to the security door I swiped the card and drove out onto the road.

Now the real freaky part. As I drove down the street, all the lights were out – and this is in Sydney (city of NSW). Then I turn… and guess who is walking just ahead of the car – our favorite black-eyed man! No need to say, I sped home, probably breaking five road laws. How could he have left the building and be ahead of me when he had no car, and went up to floor 6?

It gets weirder. On the videotapes and records, there shows no one using the elevator at that time apart from me.

Black-Eyed Waitress
by E. Forster

First, I just want to say that I have never been a believer in the supernatural, paranormal, etc. I think that everything has a logical explanation that maybe only seems “bizarre” because of a certain kind of over excitement that many people have about “an experience from the other side,” or what have you. There is absolutely no explanation for what I’m about to share with you, and it absolutely scares the crap out of me. Just recounting this is giving me a really creepy feeling that I don’t think I’ll be able to shake, maybe ever.

About three years ago, I was sitting in a local coffee shop in upstate New York during a little road trip. The restaurant was empty except for me and the night waitress. She was really pleasant and talked a lot; she was offering places to check out while I was in town and seemed amazingly astute. In fact, she seemed almost prescient, even guessing my age almost to the day and month and even certain things that I was actually planning to do the next day. It was so light-hearted, I thought I really lucked out by meeting a easy-going, smart young lady quite out my my normal way.

At closing time, she went to the back to, I guess, put some cash in the safe or something. As I was sitting there wondering what time I wanted to get up and hit the road again the next day, I momentarily thought I might even invite her for a few hours of “R&R.” I decided instead to just remember the store and next time I passed through the area, to remember to stick my head in a say “hi” (no reason, I just wanted to play it cool and not seem overanxious at very first).

So, I got up and knocked on the door in the back of the coffee shop where she went in. At this time, there were only two dim lights in the main eating area, and barely any lights in the back room where she was. I opened the door. This woman who I just finished talking to was standing facing me, JUST STANDING THERE in the back of this dark room when I opened the door. Her skin was suddenly a clammy, cracked olive color, and her eyes were just BLACK. I mean, no white at all. Her eyes and mouth was open really wide, and she was screaming in the most spine-chilling sounds, something I couldn’t understand, but it definitely wasn’t sounds of goodwill.

I literally SCREAMED myself, and she started moving from one spot to the other through the room. Not running, just MOVING. Her clothes now looked all old, and she moved so fast; the back of the room must have been 15 feet or so back, and she just DARTED from one side of the back of the room, still facing me, to the other side, at an IMPOSSIBLE speed. Then she ran directly straight at me as I was now standing away from the door in the middle of the restaurant.

I got the hell out of there, and jumped in my car still seeing her nightmarish face in the restaurant, darting it seemed to every window at this impossible velocity. The worst thing was, as I tore out of the parking lot … I looked in my rear view mirror … and she was SITTING IN THE BACK SEAT, still with that nightmarish expression, still screaming. Then she just vanished as I was panicking around. Just gone. I don’t know what that was that spoke to me in the restaurant that day, but I know that it wasn’t a prank. I swear at night sometimes I see her shadow moving in the dark in my room, just grinning a really ugly, evil grin. I haven’t slept properly since.

More Black-Eyed Kids
by Adele Fletcher

Well all I can say is, Oh my god! I recently read the story about the “black-eyed kids” and I’ve had the same experience, just a couple of months back.

I was sitting in my bedroom reading a book when at about 11:00 p.m. I heard a knocking. It wasn’t a normal knock; it was a slow, constant one. I got up out of bed to see what it was. I looked out of the window and to my surprise saw two children. I opened the window and asked them what they wanted at this time of night. They replied by saying a simply, “Let us in.”

I said no and asked what for and all I got back from them was, “We want to use your bathroom.” I was quite shocked that children of about I’d say 10 years old wanted to use a strangers bathroom at this time of night. So I told them no. I closed the window, but looked at them through the glass, and to my surprise I glanced at their eyes and I have never ever seen eyes like them. They were black, completely black. I got the feeling of evil and unhappiness. It surrounded me. It was horrible.

Black-Eyed People – Hybrids, demons, aliens or what?

CREEPY, UNNERVING, threatening, sinister… even inhuman. These are words that people have used to describe children, adolescents and adults they have encountered who share an odd trait in common: unnaturally black eyes. Black-eyed people. Black-eyed kids. Who are they?

Granted, many people have dark eyes. Although black is not a natural eye coloration, there are many people with very dark brown or dark blue eyes that, under the right lighting conditions, can look black or nearly black. But in some cases, the black-eyed people are seen in excellent lighting conditions – bright daylight, for example. Also, some of these reports say that these are not just incidents of dark irises; their entire eye appears black, with little or no white showing.

Now all this could be chalked up to the perception of the viewer. But what is disturbing, in many cases, is the peculiar attitudes and behavior exhibited by some of these black-eyed people. Also, those who encounter them often are overcome with a profound sense of dread – as if these beings are to be avoided at all cost.

Paranoia? A psychological reaction to the eyes? Let’s look at some cases.

At the rest stop

Chris and her husband were traveling on I-75 in Michigan when they made a routine stop at a rest area. Coming out of the women’s room, Chris came face to face with a thin, dark-haired woman with black eyes staring directly at her.

“I instantly felt a terrible sense of dread, as though there was something deeply unnatural about her,” Chris says. “The eyes … were completely black. I saw no color whatsoever, and no pupils. I felt an extremely strong need to get away from her as quickly as possible, as there was something quietly threatening about her. Her stare was devoid of any emotion other than something very cold and disconnected.”

We see dark-eyed people all the time, but Chris feels that there was something really strange about this particular woman. “My instant and unwavering feeling during this whole experience was that she was not human,” she says. “There also was something almost predatory about her, as though she was homing in on prey while she stood there so still. I also had a strange sense of her feeling superior or stronger in some way. It seemed important, for some unknown reason, for me to act unaffected by her while in her presence. I felt a huge sense of relief as I got back into the car and left.”

Superior. Predatory. There are a couple of more words we can add to how people describe these beings. But is it merely a psychological reaction to seeing an unusual looking, yet entirely normal, person?

At the apartment building

Tee is a 47-year-old apartment manager in Portland, Oregon, who after 20 years on the job is used to meeting people of every age, color, race and description, but you’d have a hard time convincing her that the young man who came to her door one day was normal.

“He was young boy of about 17 or 18, approximately,” Tee says. “He asked me about an open apartment for rent. I remember feeling very scared and shaken by his appearance. He did not look weird by his dress or such. It was his eyes. I remember feeling the hair on my neck stand up, and I was shaking just from looking in his eyes.”

Like Chris, Tee also felt that deep sense of malevolence. “I could not look him straight in the eyes,” she says. “I felt like I was about to die. Now, some people may think that I was just over-reacting or something, but the eyes were completely black – like there was no real pupil. He spoke normally to me, but I had to just shut the door in his face and get as far from him as I could. I felt like I was in extreme danger.”

Are the eyes really black? Or are the pupils open so wide that they obliterate the irises and make the eyes appear black? In darkness, the pupils open very wide (or dilate) to allow as much light in as possible. But the boy that Tee met was standing in the daylight. Some drugs can also dilate the pupils. According to WrongDiagnosis.com, other causes of pupil dilation can include: emotion, medication, eyedrops and brain injuries. Is it possible that the boy inquiring about an apartment just used eyedrops… or drugs?

Of course any of those causes are possible. Again, however, those who encounter the black-eyed people cannot shake the menace they instantly feel from them. It’s as if it’s not just their eyes that are dark, but that their whole beings – their souls – are enveloped in darkness.

In the coffee shop

Missy will never forget the black aura of the stranger at Starbucks. It was a cold November day when she stopped at the coffee shop for a hot tea. She ordered her drink and was reorganizing her purse when she felt someone staring at her.

“I turned around to give ‘whatever’ to the perv that I assumed was watching me, and the smart aleck remark died in my mouth as I caught sight of him,” Missy remembers. “I did not see anything unusual in his manner of dress. It was the eyes and the aura coming off of him that scared me. The eyes, blacker than black, no white at all, wall-to-wall black, and I just felt a darkness around him, an evil. As I looked in his eyes, I somehow knew that was not a human soul occupying that body… and I felt that he knew that I knew that he was not human.”

Not human. The phrase comes up again and again out of these encounters. It’s not just a fear or uneasiness they get from someone who appears might be violent or crazy or just plain creepy. We have all come across people like that. But to have the profound sense that someone is not human, that’s something entirely different.

Knocking at the door

Adele was at home when she had her experience with the beings. More unnerving, perhaps, they were small children. “I was sitting in my bedroom reading a book,” Adele says, “when at about 11:00 p.m. I heard a knocking… a slow, constant one. I got up out of bed to see what it was. I looked out of the window and to my surprise saw two children. I opened the window and asked them what they wanted at this time of night. They replied by saying simply, ‘Let us in.’ I said no and asked what for. ‘We want to use your bathroom.’

“I was quite shocked that children of about 10 years old wanted to use a stranger’s bathroom at this time of night. I told them no, closed the window, but looked at them through the glass. I glanced at their eyes… and I have never ever seen eyes like them. They were black, completely black. I got the feeling of evil and unhappiness. It surrounded me. It was horrible.”

Rational explanation… or paranormal?

So what’s the explanation?

In his article, Black Eyed Kids: A Profile, Barry Napier of UFODigest, writes: “The black eyes … could be nothing more than contact lenses. (Solid black contacts are available.) The most likely scenario is that the few convincing reports were the results of overactive imaginations, and that the string of reports that followed were nothing more than copycat falsified stories used for attention or fun.”

But, Napier admits, “most accounts seem to be passionate, and people that have encountered the [black-eyed kids] seem to be genuinely frightened even after the encounter.”

Those who see the paranormal in these encounters speculate that the people who have met them face to face are not wrong – the black-eyed people are not human. It’s suggested that they are either extraterrestrial, interdimensional or demonic. Or some combination thereof.

I have never encountered such a black-eyed person, so it’s difficult to pass judgment on the subject or render any conclusions. I’ll only say that it’s an interesting phenomenon that seems to be growing and that should be scrutinized carefully and documented as best as possible.

There may be rational explanations for these encounters, or it may be, as Missy says, that “we are not alone in this world. We share our world with others, non-human.”

Demons, angels or something more?

There’s something more than just odd about these black-eyed people. Those who have encountered them sense an air of evil, of malevolence. Doubters say they are just posers with black-tinted contact lenses, but people who have met them face-to-face say that their strangeness goes much deeper. The feeling is of darkness, demonic… not human. Never let them in your house if they come knocking. Here are some true stories.

Below is a collection of links about these mysterious black eyed individuals.

Black-Eyed Man in Kansas Walmart

Here is yet another sighting of a black-eyed person in a Walmart; this one walked funny, too.

Black-Eyed Knocker

A creepy black-eyed woman asks to be let in.

Freaky Black-Eyed Man

Another black-eyed man seen in Wal-Mart.

The Marine and the Black-Eyed Kids

A marine’s instincts go on the alert in an encounter with black-eyed children.

Black-Eyed Man at Walmart

A creepy black-eyed man is spotted in line at Walmart.

Black-Eyed Businessman

After a woman pays for gas, she encounters a man in a business suit, but with no eyes!

Black-Eyed Couple

Two friends encounter a young couple that seem “zoned out” and with totally black eyes.

Black-Eyed Shopper

Another black-eyed person is spotted at Walmart, this one a young woman.

Black-Eyed Customer

A grocery store employee is freaked out by a weird, black-eyed man.

Black-Eyed Man vs. Angel

Is there a war going on that we don’t know about? This takes place in Indianapolis.

Black-Eyed Man in Car

A girl, eating cookies in her car, is stared at by a strange man with eyes cold and black.

Black-Eyed Man in the Elevator

A banker encounters a man with pitch-black eyes who was going “nowhere.”

Black-Eyed Waitress

A customer is unnerved by a black-eyed waitress in a coffee shop.

Black-Eyed Woman

She was encountered in a woman’s restroom at a highway rest stop.

Black-Eyed Thing

KJ is confronted by a tall black-eyed thing in his own living room.

More Black-Eyed Kids

At 11 at night, two black-eyed children knock on Adele’s door and ask to come in.