Just little kids right?
Costa Rica (place where I live) has many national parks and virgin forests, many of them by the beach. Well, around the 50’s when this happened, some of these beaches where still very much alone and there where only a few people who dared “rough it” and spend the night camping with only the stars as their cover. My friends uncle was one of those people. This happened around December 1959, and my friend’s uncle was “camping” with another friend. They were about 21 years old at the time and had found this desolate beach after walking for about 5 hours from a small coastal town. Camp was made at sun-down, and they started to talk about nothing and everything long into the night. You know how this conversations seem to bend time, so before they knew it they had talked almost ‘till midnight (he knew the hour because he checked it after what happened).
Everything had been peaceful and quiet until that hour, with only the surf murmuring to them, when they started to hear a rumble coming towards them from the forest. After a while they identified it as a truck. Apparently the forest wasn’t that virgin after all. The rumble made itself even louder until it was almost on the beach. The uncle and his friend where a little disappointed since they wanted to rough it alone, but a little company isn’t bad after all. Suddenly the truck jumped onto the beach, about 150 meters from where they were, and made a frantic u-turn on the sand and came to a stop. They both looked at each other wondering what this was all about, when a man came out of the front of the truck. Since it was a clear night (full moon according to the uncle) they could tell that the truck was a kind of army truck, the kind they used in WW2 to carry soldiers. This truck was sort of common since it had been used in Costa Rica’s civil war in 1948. The man walked to the back of the truck and opened it. The uncle’s friend was about to shout at the man to come over, when from the back of the truck small .. children started to come out, one by one, until there were about 25 standing on the beach. They were all the same height and had the same figure, thin and with rather round heads. The man said something to them and they made a circle with the man at the center, and started to dance around him.
Obviously the uncle and his friend where speechless. After all, what were they doing? The small children seemed to repeat a strange chant, with a choir of voices that went from high pinched voices to low, almost bass-like voices. The two friends looked at each other, and without thinking it over, the uncle called out, “Hey you! Nice dance. What are you doing?” At this the children froze immediately and the man turned to them and uttered a shriek. The shriek, I was told, made the hairs in the uncle’s spine rise, but apparently he hadn’t seen nothing yet, for the children slowly started to turn around, broke the circle and made a wall between the two friends and the man. The uncle and the friend got up and sensing something wasn’t going right, quickly headed for their things, just in case they had to run for it. In order to do this they had to turn their backs to the children. They picked their stuff up, and when they turned around they saw the man was lying on the sand, as if he was dead, and the worst of all was that the children’s eyes started to shine a very dim green. At that moment the two friends felt a hum in their ears that started to get louder. Fearing for their lives nad sanity, they turned around and started to run like hell, screaming prayers and pleading for God to let them leave that cursed beach. They ran for about 10 minutes, not daring to turn around. When they finally did stop and turn, nobody was behind them. The hum in their ears had lowered a bit, but was still present. Needless to say they walked back to the coastal town, scared to death and with their underwear not-that clean. Before they arrived, they swore to each other not to tell the story, for they would be tagged as crazy. They never did rough it again.
The humming continued for a week and a half, “…a hum that would drive you crazy…” told my friend’s uncle to me, but no other side effects did happen to them. They kept their secrecy promise for 10 years, until the friend told the story to his wife, who asked the uncle if it was true. Since then the story has been kind of hush-hush in that family, but still known to most everyone.What did they stumble into? A strange cult or celebration? What happened to the man? Who was he? And … who where those eerie children? Guess we’ll never know.
Submitted from: Ricardo Jimenez M, Costa Rica
(Source: stumbleupon.com)
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.”
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This picture was taken Dec 31, 1999, right at the turn of the new millennium came about. My wife says it is just my digital camera going nuts and flashing off the tree angel in the background. It is supposed to be a picture of my two boys, my daughter and my nephew. I took this picture and looked at the result immediately after I snapped it. We all talked about it, then I took the same picture with all the kids standing as they had been before. Nothing came up on the next picture. I don’t know what this is, but it freaks me out!
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