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We have a new story just in from Jason Offutt’s blog, “From the Shadows”. We here at GT are always happy to promote Jason’s site as he always has something interesting going on over there.

What makes it even better is that these are allegedly true encounters submitted to Jason from all over the world. This particular story is no exception as I’m sure all will enjoy it.

We’ve all read spine tingling stories about Black Eyed Kids. Apparently they are alive and well in Ireland as a woman relates her encounter with this terrifying phenomena.

Late one night in 2009, an 18 yr old Carris Holdsworth encountered two young boys as she was walking home in Lisburn, Norther Ireland. Carris first saw the youths in the front yard of her flat and felt immediate danger.

Carris’ experience has all the classic components of a BEK encounter. The following is a detailed account of that encounter.

Black-Eyed Kid Encounter in Ireland
It was warm the night Carris Holdsworth walked to her apartment from a friend’s house in Lisburn, a city of 71,465 in Northern Ireland near Belfast.

Then 18-year-old Holdsworth didn’t know terror waited for her at home.

“It was about 10:45,” she said of that night in 2009. “I was only 18 and had a small flat in a very rough part of the neighborhood. That’s why it unsettled me when I saw two boys standing in my small patch of grass which I called my yard.”

The boys one about 16 years old the other 13 or 14, stood with their backs to Holdsworth.

“I edged around the corner, and as if they knew I was there, both turned around to face me at the same time,” she said. “They were just merely boys.”

As the teenagers turned to face her, she felt more than just unsettled.

“I felt raw fear when I laid eyes on them,” she said.

Holdsworth stopped a few yards from them, a fist in her handbag wrapped around a tin of pepper spray.

“I was ready to defend myself if one of them made any sudden movements,” she said.

But they didn’t. They seemed to know what she was thinking.

“No need for that,” the older one spoke, calmly and maturely. “We just want to borrow your phone, miss.”

Her knuckles began to turn white as her grip tightened on the pepper spray.

“They looked like any other teenager around these parts,” she said. “Hoody, jeans and grubby trainers (running shoes). But while the older one spoke I zeroed down on his eyes – they were pitch black. No trace of white or pupil at all.”

Further depths of terror rushed through her.

“I made a silent gasp,” she said. “It was as if I was in terrible danger; that I had to get away. My heart rate went off.”

All she knew at that moment is that she had to get inside her apartment.

“I didn’t know exactly what to do, so I marched towards my flat door, ignoring the two boys,” she said. “I fiddled around quickly in my bag trying to find my keys.”

“Please miss,” the younger boy said from behind her. “My mother won’t be happy if she doesn’t know where we are.”

Something pulled at her mind, to let them in, to help them.

“I wanted to obey them at first considering that they were young,” she said. “But seeing their eyes took me away. I just had to get away from them both and I knew if I obeyed them I was going to seriously regret it.”

“No. I, I, I …” she stammered.

“I couldn’t get my words out,” she said. “My hands hit my keys and I swiftly opened my door and slid in. My heart was banging against my chest.”

Shaking, Holdsworth fixed a cup of coffee, sat on the sofa in her living room, turned on the television and tried to calm down.

“I didn’t bother to check if they were still there in case I stared into those soulless eyes,” she said.

A knock sounded on her front door.

“I ignored it. It knocked again,” Holdsworth said. “I felt in real danger.”

She stood and padded to the front door. Everything was silent for one second, two, three, then knuckles on the other side of the door rapped out three loud knocks.

“It scared me, making me jump back a few steps,” she said “I was grateful that my door was completely made of wood. I looked through the peep hole and almost died.”

The boys’ faces filled the peep hole.

“Both of them staring at me with those pitch-black eyes,” she said. “The horrid feeling of dread completely overwhelmed me.”

“Miss, we won’t hurt you. We promise,” one of the boys said.

Anger momentarily overwhelmed Holdsworth’s fear and she threw open the door. The boys stood in the doorway, grinning at her.

“What do you want?” she demanded.

“We want to use your phone,” the older one said.

“No,” she yelled.

“Just let us in to use the phone,” he said. “We won’t hurt you. We have no weapons to hurt you with.”

“Get away from my flat,” she shouted, then slammed the door in their faces.

Safely behind her solid wooden door, Holdsworth looked back through the peep hole. The boys still stood there, but they were no longer smiling.

“That feeling of utter terror and danger ran through me,” she said.

She went through her apartment, made sure every door, every window, was locked, then picked up the telephone.

“I called my friend to come around that it was an emergency and I needed her help,” she said, calling a friend other than police because she didn’t want to draw attention to her apartment.

Holdsworth’s friend arrived 10 minutes later.

“When I opened the door I couldn’t help but hug her,” Holdsworth said. “She told me two boys were standing in my yard but they left once she arrived. She said they made her feel in danger.”

Holdsworth has since moved to a different neighborhood, but the terror of the night of the Black-Eyed Kids stays with her.

“I always check through that peep hole before I go to sleep,” she said. “I don’t know exactly what those boys were, but I do know they meant me harm and that they weren’t human in any way. I still get scared thinking about it.”

Source: From the Shadows

Here at Ghosttheory we’ve had lots of experience with BEK phenomena as you can see here.

  • Stu Bryant

    Weve got them here in Scotland as well, they’re called Neds, and usually a boot tae the baws gets rid of them.

  • ecyyla

    I was taken back by this story. I have had several dreams from when I was a teenage till now of either little boys or teenage boys (only once with a teenage girl) with black eyes but they looked watery as well, every dream Ive had with those in them have been very demonic.
    I dont know what I would do if I ever saw this in real life!

  • LeaLlama9

    Black Eyed Kids are one of the most terrifying supernatural occurances to read about.
    Scary on the same level as possessed dolls and the Thin Man. At least, I think so.

    PS Sorry for the lurking, still adjusting to the move.

  • Edwin

    Black eyes are usually a sign of demonic possession, however; black eye contacts can be purchased very easily these days. Sometimes they are sold at the local grocery store.

  • D.

    Seriously? Are you people nuts? Isn’t this just another way of finding some characteristic about humans to fear or loathe? A new kind of prejudice?
    Gah….I mean yea movies are made of these types of themes but really….has anything bad ACTUALLY happened with these encounters or it it just fear, like this woman’s above….?

    What’s that song…’People are strange…when you’re a stranger, faces look ugly when you’re alone’..etc etc….
    We can never tell that much about surface impressions, not really.

    Just saying. Be careful not to create a monster in one’s mind just because something about them is conceivably scary or foreign…it happens all the time and throughout history.

    And yes, I will look up more about this black-eyed kid phenom. Just to learn a bit more. But still it’s amazing the capacity of the human mind to tell stories and interpret things into phantasmagorical imaginations! 😀


  • ste ste

    Unfortunately this is just a story lol
    I googled my friends name and her name was linked to this story.
    Carris is from lisburn but she isn’t 18, shes 15 and she never encountered any black eyed kids. I showed her a story on it once and it looks like she decided to make her own little fantasy out of it.

    Just letting you guys know, so you can separate the truth from she fiction.

  • That’s the risk we run when posting these stories. Unfortunately, most are just stories, but people like to imagine them being real.

    Thanks for the tip off and don’t be a stranger.

  • Ana

    I have a completely different encounter type with a black eyed being. My encounter was over many different nights at a bar I was working at. This strange man, about 35, weird hunched walk, w/ a cane. Always wore sunglasses. Every night. I had many long talks w him. He was very strange, yet very intriguing. I actually feel drawn to him. Still now to this day. I always would question him on why he wore sunglasses, he always changed the subject. Finally one day after numerous, crazy off the wall deep conversations, I guess he trusted me. He told me because his eyes were black. I didn’t believe him, but when he showed me I sure wasn’t expecting the Whole Eye to be black. And I Did ask him y they were like that and he got uneasy. I never saw him after that night. But I was never scared of him. All the other girls were creeped out by him. But I felt no danger. All I can find about this subject is opposite, and about kids.

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  • Shywiseowl

    My mum had a conditio n once that made her eyes turn blood red….and in the night darkness her eyes looked black.  There is a medical condition that does this so maybe that is the answer?

  • Alex

    Actually, my mom saw one here in the US and felt in no danger. There were also plent of people around as she was Downtown. She even spoke to him. This was in the 1980’s.

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  • Sarah

    but can you prove it? In a scientific investigation, the scientist isn’t the one making a claim.

  • Big D

    Hope I see one at my door…they will have a third black hole in between the other two from my .40 Glock….lol

  • mollybob