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.
Black-Eyed Man vs. Angel
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.
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.