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| Black Eyed Kids |
We were hunkered down and catching the tail end of Hurricane Fran. We still had lights and power, but my mom and dad were nervous. We didn't get that kind of weather in Sloane, Oklahoma. My aunt and uncle, who owned the home (we were visiting), were less nervous, but by no means unconcerned. Anything could happen when a hurricane is involved.
Around midnight, the doorbell rang. I headed toward the door and looked through the peephole. There were three youngish looking children on the porch. There was one older girl and two little boys. I noticed that they didn't even look wet. Whatever the case, they evidently needed help.
I reached for the door security chain. As I did so, Uncle John told me to wait. He came to the door and also looked through the aperture.
"Same response as last week," he called through the door. "You can't come in."
He sat back down on the sofa and said nothing. After a few minutes of listening to the rain on the roof, he got back up and looked outside again. "They're gone," he murmured to himself. He looked a bit rattled.
We looked at him quizzically. What was happening?
John spoke to me. "You didn't notice their eyes? They don't have eyes like you and I do. Just solid black orbs."
He continued, "They're supposed to be a myth. But they're not. They're called the 'black-eyed children.' They're a bad omen, and they bring chaos to any household they enter. That's why you don't invite them in - and they can't come in unless they get an invitation."
"I reckon that's a good thing to know. They come around fairly often, and supposedly they never speak unless you open the door. I'll tell you, in that regard, they're easier to deal with than the damned vampires. They'll stand outside and beg to come in."
The End
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