#blackeyekids

[theunseenoddites]

When the children with black eyes came knocking, I invited them in for a glass of milk. They're not all bad, but look away for too long and you'll start to notice something that isn't at all a child in the corner of your eye.

[bloodmoonpodcast]

Eyes can tell you a lot about someone or something. Listen on your favorite podcast app. #bek #blackeyekids #scary_story #spooky_story #blackeyes #shapeshift #creep #soulless #eyes https://www.instagram.com/p/CfCWDSrJbwd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sparky-cryptidcrafts]

Francis the Black Eye kid

I've had this AU for years and I'm finally sharing it on tumblr. I promise I'll do some serious art for it soon but for now enjoy this low effort edit of Francis with out his glasses.

[horrifying-corpse]

It was last year on Halloween. I was giving out candy to trick-or-treaters, as all good neighbors do. They were showing up pretty regularly throughout the early evening. There were young children accompanied by parents, teenagers enjoying their night of independence, and even a few nostalgic adults. You never know who’s going to show up at your door on Halloween. Eventually, it got late and things started to die down. I hadn’t received a trick-or-treater in about an hour and I was just about turn my porch light off when there was a knock at the door. It seemed a little late for children to still be out, but I grabbed my bowl of candy anyway. I opened the door, ready to greet the eager trick-or-treaters, when I saw two children wearing the strangest costumes I had seen all night. Their skin was pale–ghostly white, in fact. Their eyes were completely black. Not just their pupils or irises; their entire eyes were pitch black. Their teeth were jagged like sharks’ teeth. They looked more monstrous than any trick-or-treaters I had seen before, but their clothes were plain. They wore ordinary t-shirts and shorts–normal attire. Confused, I asked them, “What are you supposed to be? Some kind of monsters?” “No,” the trick-or-treaters responded with discomforting smiles. “We’re dressed up as humans.” Startled, I slammed the door and locked it. The trick-or-treaters stood outside the door for a few terrible minutes, banging on the door and calling for me to let them in. Their knocking caused the whole house to tremble. I could only watch the door as it shook in its frame. I was sure that it would fall off its hinges at any moment and they would be in, and yet I couldn’t find it in myself to do anything. I was paralyzed where I stood and transfixed on the door and the sounds of the trick-or-treaters calling to me. Suddenly, it stopped. There was no pounding on the door, no voices outside, and when I looked out the window, I saw nothing. I’m not sure what stopped them from getting in. Maybe they never wanted to. Maybe by closing the door, I chose “trick,” but I don’t really care. I just know that I never want to see those trick-or-treaters again. I don’t know about you, but I’m not opening my door for strangers anymore–not even on Halloween.