Black-Eyed Kids in Kansas | An Anonymous Creepypasta

It was warm for a December afternoon in Hutchinson, Kansas when I came home from work in 2008. My ride dropped me off across from my duplex and as I stood in the street, the ride drove away slowly. Cautiously. I knew something wasn’t right. I then noticed two boys standing in my driveway. One had longer, darker hair and the other had his hoodie up so I couldn’t see him very well.

The teens, about 15 years old, seemed to be watching me. It was almost like I could feel they were waiting for me. The hair on my arms stood up and my skin was all tingly–like the feeling you get when you have goosebumps. I took a deep breath to give me strength and then walked nervously across the road toward my porch. The boys had lurked around the neighborhood for months, but they had never been so bold as to stand this close to my home.


I had seen them before, lingering in the yard, but they always left before I got out of my ride’s car. I had seen them late at night as well standing across the street when I would go outside to have an occasional late-night cigarette.

But, although pangs of unease told me to run, their boldness angered me. I stopped and asked them why they were on my property. They told me they needed to use a phone and that the neighbors would not let them in. That was when I noticed their eyes – they were coal black. Just black. No white and not even a hint of iris or pupil.

I felt the fear from deep inside my gut and pinging throughout my body, but as evenly as I could muster, I told them I didn’t have a telephone. I walked up the porch steps and began to unlock my door when the boy in the hood spoke.

“May we come in for a glass of water,” the boy in the hood said. I turned to look at them again, thinking maybe my mind was playing tricks. But no, when I turned and looked into their eyes they were pitch black as the first time.

These children with dead, black eyes had spoke softly to me, emotion and vocal inflection absent from their words. As I looked at these boys, whose long hair and hooded sweatshirts made them look like normal teens but the eyes made me feel sick. I knew I had to get away. I felt panicked and fearful but also very vulnerable and cold. It was like I wanted to let them in but I knew there was evil presence. I had felt uneasy before seeing their eyes but now it all came out.

Then one boy said something that turned my fear into complete terror.

The hooded one then told me they couldn’t come in unless I told them it was OK and that they hoped I would because they were thirsty.  I opened my door and darted inside. At this point I shut the door and locked it.

I dropped onto the couch, my breaths coming in short, heavy gasps, when something tapped on the window behind my head.

One of the boys stood there staring through the glass. I remember his words very clearly; ‘just let us in, miss. We aren’t dangerous, we don’t have anything to hurt you with.’ I was beyond frightened at this point.

I jumped off the couch and ran through the duplex, checking doors and windows to make sure they were locked.

I did wonder if they really couldn’t come in unless invited but I didn’t want to find out. I sat in the living room silently waiting for a sign that they had gone.

When my boyfriend came home a short time later, the black-eyed teens were still at the house.

He asked if I knew who the two boys outside were and I said no. He told me they had been standing in the driveway when he pulled up but walked away when he stepped out of the car.

He didn’t notice the boys’ eyes, but the two gave him a strange feeling.

I later asked my neighbors if these black-eyed children had asked to use their telephone like they had claimed. The neighbors noticed the teens standing in my driveway, but never spoke with them.

Although it’s been more than a year since I turned the black-eyed children from my door, I know they’re still around.

I still see them every now and then standing across the street, watching. But they have not approached me again.

Three Frighteningly True Stories About Black Eyed Kids (BEKs)

True Scary Stories | The BEKs Knew I was at the Door!

Sent in via anonymous email.

About a year ago I was home alone doing my homework when there was a knock at the door. My dog started flipping out and jumping up and down next to the door. I figured that it was someone with a dog as well so I quietly walked up to the door to see what was going on before opening it.

I looked through the peephole and saw the strangest two teens I had ever seen. They looked like they were Amish or something with bowl haircuts and old clothes. There was something off about them though. It was that they kept looking down.

I didn’t say a word, but somehow they knew I was there. The first one who looked like a girl says, “May we come in?”

How the hell did she even know I was there? She wasn’t even looking up at the peep hole and I hadn’t made a sound.

The boy then said, “May we used your phone?”

I started to panic. They sounded almost like robots. I kept staring out the peep hole when they both look up and the girl says, “Our mother will be worried.”

Upon seeing their eyes, I felt myself falling down to the floor. I wanted to answer it but Mixie, my dog, kept on barking really mean like she was going to attack them and I didn’t want her getting in trouble by the police.

They kept on knocking and talking for about 10 minutes then nothing. It was like they just vanished. I looked out the peephole and they were gone. The dog stopped barking and everything was fine.

True Scary Stories | Black-Eyed Kids Halloween Visit

This story is sent in by an anonymous listener.

When I was a kid I went trick-or-treating every year. I used to wear cute little princess costumes until I got older and dressed in really dark clothes. I really enjoyed it. I still go to work in costumers on Halloween, but this story is about a couple of kids trick-or-treating at my door.

My mom and dad were divorced. He never came by anymore and my mom had to work all of the time. The last I heard he was in jail and that is why he stopped coming over. Mom never told me because I guess she didn’t want it to hurt me. The first year she had to work on Halloween. She knew I was going trick-or-treating with my friend Rue and then told me to stay at Rue’s house until she could pick me up. I didn’t want to do that. There are things about Rue’s family that she didn’t know. On the outside they look perfect, but her uncle was a pig and I didn’t like to be there when he was around and neither did she so I invited Rue over to pass out candy with me.

We had a huge bowl of candy that mom bought before she realized that she had to work. We were there watching scary movies and we were going to watch them all night and get back to Rue’s house right before mom got off work. A little bit after 8 pm the doorbell rang. We decided that after this last round of kids we would start walking over to Rue’s house.

The knock was strange. It wasn’t like a hper little kid, it was slow. The moment I touched the doorknob, I felt like rubber. My legs wanted to give out on me and my mind was screaming DON’T OPEN THE DOOR! I did anyway. I yanked it open and there stood these two kids with the two most emo costumes I had ever seen. Rue started laughing out loud and I wanted to, but something inside said no, don’t.

The shot a glance at her and immediately she stopped laughed and sat down, staring at the TV. Then they turned back to me. They looked like farm kids whose bowl hair cuts had been outdated 30 years before. I swear they had all black contact lenses in, or were they? Their eyes seemed to glow black. I don’t know if that makes any sense.

I grabbed some candy from the bowl then wondered where their buckets or pillow cases were.

“We need to call our parents.” the boy said.

“We must use your phone.” the girl said immediately after.

They were way too creepy for me so I tossed the candy at them and slammed the door in their faces. Rue was still sitting on the chair and coming out of whatever was wrong with her  and I was still shaking. We decided to call my mom and tell her that I had broke the rules. Suffering the consequences was way better than dealing with these black-eyed kids.

Black-Eyed Kids Send My Sister to the Hospital

by an anonymous emailer

I don’t know how to describe this very well. Last night my mom and dad went out on their normal date so I stayed home to babysit my little sister. They weren’t going to go out at first, but she called me at the last minute and I showed up. I felt like I needed to. I don’t know why, it was this really weird feeling that I just had to be there.

They left about five minutes after I got there. Debs and I were watching old re-runs of Are You Afraid of the Dark and she was getting a little hungry so I went to go make some popcorn. It took about 10 minutes to make the popcorn and when I came back she was standing there with the door wide open with two little kids around 12 staring at her. I saw the look on her face and it was so scary. She looked hypnotized and sick.

I felt the urge to vomit as I ran closer, but I had to get her away from the door. I told them to go home and when I tried to pick her up and take her hand off the doorknob, she just froze up stiff as a board. She also wouldn’t release her grip on the door.

“We only want to use your phone.” One of the kids said.

“What the hell did you to her, you little brats?”

My first thought was drugs because she was just unresponsive, but I couldn’t figure out how they would give them to her. I thought maybe they gave it to her as candy, but she wouldn’t be frozen like this.

I tried to kick the door closed, but her grip was so tight that I almost dropped her while losing my balance.

“We need to call home,” said the other kid.

I needed to deal with these kids. I grabbed the phone off of the coffee table, but the line was dead and my cell phone was in the kitchen, too far away for me to grab it and call 911 without leaving her so I thought maybe I could shut the door and drag her with it then lock it.

“Please, let us in.”

I looked at the boy who said it, and when I did I felt like I was going to fall down, but I didn’t. The room suddenly grew dark all around me and the only focus I had was on his eyes. Those eyes. Those deep black pools of eyes.

“We will get in trouble if we don’t call,” said the girl.

“Yes, the phone is dead. I must get my cell for you.” I couldn’t help it. It was like they had me under their control. Before inviting them in, I turned to the hallway and noticed that my sister’s hand had dropped from the doorknob. It was at that moment I got control of myself and kicked the door shut. I scooped her up and brought her to bed.

They were still knocking as I covered her and started to dial 911 on the cell phone. Not even 10 minutes later the cops and an ambulance show up. It was weird because the knocking was still going on when they were pulling up, but when they got to the door the kids were gone. I even asked them if they had seen the kids outside and they said no.

She’s fine now. They said it was probably just an anxiety attack from the movies were watching, but I know better.


Terrifying Black Eyed Kids (BEKs) With Spooky Boo


It was late. I was alone in the dark. My parents had a dinner date and I was baby sitting my little sister. A thunderstorm came through and a lightning strike had taken out the electricity. I lit some candles and started the fireplace. At first I didn’t think anything of the situation because thunderstorms at common in Wisconsin and our power isn’t the most modern system.

I figured I would read by the fire until I grew sleepy, but as it grew later and the wind blew heavier it became uncomfortable…

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