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.”

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.”



Black-eyed vampire?  


My first encounter with this being happened when I was about 8 or 9 years of age. I’m 31 now. I used to live on the 3rd floor of an apartment building in Shelton, CT with both my parents and my 3 siblings.

I remember it was night time. I went to my bedroom which I shared with my younger sister. As you enter my bedroom the first thing you see is a window.

I remember looking at the window from where I was standing. There was a man with black hair that was floating outside my window. My sister saw this as well.

The being placed his hands on the outside of the window and he had a strange smile with fangs on his face. I heard him say in my head “Let me in” over and over again. My sister and I just stared. We can’t remember what happened after that.

The second encounter that I had with this being was through a dream. I always write my dreams down. This particular dream occurred Tuesday January 9 2007 in the wee morning hours.

I dreamt that my mother and other members of her church were looking and pointing at this strange bird that landed on a tree.

The very large bird opened its wings and spread them wide open. Everyone stood in awe. The bird had large white wings with blue ruffles on the ends.

In this dream I was in a room that was a few stories above the ground. I wanted to see what the commotion was outside so I opened my window.

All of a sudden the creature flew from the tree and came inside my room through the window. He had black hair. He looked human but I knew he was some kind of vampiric creature. I noticed two strange hole markings on his neck.

In my dream I knew he wanted me to come with him. It’s like he wanted me for himself. Like he was trying to seduce me. I woke up soon after that.

The following is the other encounter I had with this being. It happened on Friday, September 9 2007. It happened around 4:45 in the morning.

I had woken up for some unknown reason. I was trying to fall back asleep. All of a sudden I felt like I entered a trance of some sort. I saw myself going to my window. When I looked outside I saw a strange man walking in my driveway. He had black hair and black clothes on. As soon as he saw me he sort of “flew” towards my window and floated there.

He asked me to let him in. I looked over to where my husband was sleeping and then I looked towards the being. I was curious. I opened the window just a tiny crack when he quickly grabbed my hand. I remembered how his hands had long finger nails.



When he grabbed my hand he told me how he had something for me and that he would place it outside in a small jewelry box. He said it was a necklace that had a round and orange colored stoned as the pendant.

All of a sudden the being was in my room. He took his hand and reached down to grab my hand from where I was laying in bed and literally pulled me out of my body!!! I felt strange vibrations all over my body. I saw myself hovering over my body with him. We were both floating in the air.

He was trying to caress me with kisses. We were dancing in this strange place. I knew that he was some kind of dark being. I felt like he was vampirish somehow. He told me that we must dance the dance of death. I can’t remember anything after that.

I don’t know who this being is. I’ve had had other encounters with him but they are just too weird to even describe. Sometimes I feel that it’s my mind playing tricks on me.

I feel so compelled towards him. Like there’s something about him. And the other encounters that I’ve had with him in my dreams he revealed some weird information. When I asked him what he does he answered “I roam. It’s both a blessing and a curse.” He also told me that he’s not going to hurt me. If he wanted to he would have done that long ago.

I know he’s some kind of vampire creature. I don’t know what he wants with me. I cannot shake his eyes. They are all black with no white in them whatsoever! I have been reading a lot about the Black eyed people and how people become terrified of them, like fear overtakes them. I’m not afraid of him. I’m just curious and strangely allured to him. Don’t know why.

And now he comes to me all the time. He just appears in my house. He talks to me in my head. He tells me that it’s time I knew the truth. That it’s time I remember who I am. And then he says that whether I like it or not that I am one of them. What the f—- does he mean by that?

(Source: gods-and-monsters.com)



In most cases, a human-looking being with pure black eyes (including the normally white parts) will approach a person at their home or car, asking to be let in. They usually have a very dry personality, almost no personality at all, unless they are told that they can’t come in, to which they get very agitated. Most people describe a feeling of intense dread and fear when in the presence of these Black Eyed Beings, but they can’t say exactly why. Usually, the Black Eyed Being has very pale or sickly-looking skin, and very dark hair. They are usually men, but not always, and often wear all black or very dark clothes. Not all cases go this way, though. Some people have been approached in public by these beings. One woman reported running into a female Black Eyed Being in a gas station restroom who just stood there and stared her down. The term “Black Eyed Kids” is used very often as a generalization for this phenomenon because of the high number of cases involving children with black eyes. In almost every case, it will be one or two children around ten years of age that ask either for a ride home if someone is in a car, or ask to be let in to a home. They often wear no shoes, and look dirty and disheveled. They are just as devoid of personality as their elder counterparts, until risen to anger when being told no. I’ve spent quite some time doing some intensive research on the topic and a couple of key things strike me as important. I’m not sure exactly what these beings are or where they come from, but in this case, I’m going with my gut to provide some answers. 1.  In every case, the Black Eyed People must get permission to enter a home or a car. They cannot come in without an invitation, even if they want to. In one case, a young man reported a girl trying to get in through a doorway but was stopped by some invisible force when he wouldn’t give her permission to enter. Anyone who is familiar with vampire mythology will recognize that the invitation to come in is a classic trait of the vampire. 2. In a couple of the cases, one involving a man and one involving a young boy, the person encountering the Black Eyed Person drove away in their car, only to see the same person on the street two or three different times on the way home. There is no physical way that the Black Eyed Being could have traveled that far that quickly. 3. One of the Black Eyed People was caught on security tapes in an elevator. When the man riding the elevator with him watched the tapes back, he appeared alone in the elevator - no Black Eyed Person to be seen. 4. Almost every story of an encounter with Black Eyed People ends with the person feeling great fear and running away. In a couple of stories, people have had very intense instinctive reactions telling them to not let the being know that it is affecting you. In a sense, these people sense the ‘danger’, but have a ‘fight’ reaction, rather than a ‘flight’ reaction. Either way, it seems best to trust your instincts in these situations. 5. Those who have spoken to them say that they often make reference to not having a home. They seem to be wandering around, looking for… something. I have an eerie feeling that their idea of “home” isn’t a house - it’s a body to live in.  

In most cases, a human-looking being with pure black eyes (including the normally white parts) will approach a person at their home or car, asking to be let in. They usually have a very dry personality, almost no personality at all, unless they are told that they can’t come in, to which they get very agitated. Most people describe a feeling of intense dread and fear when in the presence of these Black Eyed Beings, but they can’t say exactly why. Usually, the Black Eyed Being has very pale or sickly-looking skin, and very dark hair. They are usually men, but not always, and often wear all black or very dark clothes. Not all cases go this way, though. Some people have been approached in public by these beings. One woman reported running into a female Black Eyed Being in a gas station restroom who just stood there and stared her down. The term “Black Eyed Kids” is used very often as a generalization for this phenomenon because of the high number of cases involving children with black eyes. In almost every case, it will be one or two children around ten years of age that ask either for a ride home if someone is in a car, or ask to be let in to a home. They often wear no shoes, and look dirty and disheveled. They are just as devoid of personality as their elder counterparts, until risen to anger when being told no. I’ve spent quite some time doing some intensive research on the topic and a couple of key things strike me as important. I’m not sure exactly what these beings are or where they come from, but in this case, I’m going with my gut to provide some answers.

1.  In every case, the Black Eyed People must get permission to enter a home or a car. They cannot come in without an invitation, even if they want to. In one case, a young man reported a girl trying to get in through a doorway but was stopped by some invisible force when he wouldn’t give her permission to enter. Anyone who is familiar with vampire mythology will recognize that the invitation to come in is a classic trait of the vampire.

2. In a couple of the cases, one involving a man and one involving a young boy, the person encountering the Black Eyed Person drove away in their car, only to see the same person on the street two or three different times on the way home. There is no physical way that the Black Eyed Being could have traveled that far that quickly.

3. One of the Black Eyed People was caught on security tapes in an elevator. When the man riding the elevator with him watched the tapes back, he appeared alone in the elevator - no Black Eyed Person to be seen.

4. Almost every story of an encounter with Black Eyed People ends with the person feeling great fear and running away. In a couple of stories, people have had very intense instinctive reactions telling them to not let the being know that it is affecting you. In a sense, these people sense the ‘danger’, but have a ‘fight’ reaction, rather than a ‘flight’ reaction. Either way, it seems best to trust your instincts in these situations.

5. Those who have spoken to them say that they often make reference to not having a home. They seem to be wandering around, looking for… something. I have an eerie feeling that their idea of “home” isn’t a house - it’s a body to live in.  



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