Brian Bethel is a respected veteran journalist and current columnist from the Abilene Reporter-News. In the '90s, Brian wrote a blog piece detailing an experience that would soon come to be shared by many other. His story is unique in that it was the first, and it was told by someone with an eye for journalistic detail and absolutely nothing to gain (and a career to lose) by spinning such as implausible yarn.
One evening as Brian sat parked outside the local movie theater, filling out a check for the night deposit next door, his drivers' side was approached by a couple of children, no more than 10 or 12. Brian rolled down his window, expecting a request for money. Only one of the boys spoke, but even before any words came out of his mouth, Brian was gripped by fear. An irrational, heart-pounding fear that he couldn't explain.
The boy told a story: They wanted to see the movie, they'd left their money at home, and could Brian give them a ride? Brian tried to avoid looking at them, not wanting his fear to show; he noticed that the last showing of the movie had already begun. The little boy implored: They were just a couple of kids. They didn't have a gun. As Brian finally locked eyes with the boy, his mind went wild with horror. Both the kids' eyes were coal black. Stammering an excuse, he began to roll up his window and out the car into gear, as the little boy called out angrily "We can't come in unless you say it's okay! Let us in!"
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Brian burned rubber all the way home and wrote about the experience later that night. Apparently, he's far from the only one-stories abound on the Web about black-eyed people, usually children but sometimes adults, with similar requests, who cause unexplained panic in all who encounter them. Perhaps it's just those eyes, or the odd, somewhat alien nature of their speech-or the malevolent, predatory nature that those who encounter them can feel lurking just beneath the surface. No one has stuck around long enough to find out just who or what they really are. Perhaps you'll find out some dark night, on some side street as you're walking alone. Let us know, will you?
