In November, 2008, Thanksgiving weekend, I went to visit my grandma, who lives in a condo in Katy, Texas. It's a gated condo in a very upscale neighborhood. The condo has a full-time nursing staff, 24-hour security, and is extremely well lit. Any visitors must sign in at the front office and must show picture ID.
At about midnight, my grandma turned in for the night. I wasn't tired at all, so I deided to check some emails on my laptop.
About 45 minutes later, someone began knocking on the door. Almost immediately I felt quite uneasy. It didn't take long before I found out why.
Whoever was knocking, did so persistantly. Most people knock a couple of times and wait for a response. Not them. They knocked incessantly, like they knew I was awake.
As I approached the door to look through the peephole, I was extremely surprised to see two young kids standing there. At this point my uneasiness turned into dread. At first glance, they looked like two normal boys. The oldest of the two must have been no more than 16, the younger one, 12.
Thinking they must have had the wrong condo, I began to unlock the door. The feeling I had, though, stopped me from sliding off the chain of the door. I opened the door, with the chain still on, and and said, "Yes, may I help you?"
The older boy did all the talking while the younger one looked down at his feet. "Miss," he said, "can we please come in to use the phone? Our ride never came for us and we need to call our parents." Before I could even reply, the older boy looked straight in my eyes and what I saw sent shivers down my spine.
Even now.
Because the corridors are so brightly lit, I was able to see the boy in vivid detail. The boys eyes were solid black. Not a speck of white anywhere. Strangely, as we made eye contact, I almost felt compelled to open the door. But I didn't. As I stood there staring at these "kids", the older boy spoke again. He began to demand to be let in, saying it would only take a few minutes and then they would be gone.
Instead, I told them to go to the front office, somone would help them. I shut the door, locked all the locks, and made a call to the front desk to let them know that there were a couple of kids roaming the complex, knocking on doors and trying to get inside.
I don't know when they left my door. I was too afraid to look. I do know that after a thorough search throughout the complex, reviewing the sign-in sheets, they found nothing. None of the residents had any young visitors.
Who they were and where they came from is something I'd rather not know. I told my grandma what happened, but I left out the terrifying part. I worry about her safety on a daily basis.
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At about midnight, my grandma turned in for the night. I wasn't tired at all, so I deided to check some emails on my laptop.
About 45 minutes later, someone began knocking on the door. Almost immediately I felt quite uneasy. It didn't take long before I found out why.
Whoever was knocking, did so persistantly. Most people knock a couple of times and wait for a response. Not them. They knocked incessantly, like they knew I was awake.
As I approached the door to look through the peephole, I was extremely surprised to see two young kids standing there. At this point my uneasiness turned into dread. At first glance, they looked like two normal boys. The oldest of the two must have been no more than 16, the younger one, 12.
Thinking they must have had the wrong condo, I began to unlock the door. The feeling I had, though, stopped me from sliding off the chain of the door. I opened the door, with the chain still on, and and said, "Yes, may I help you?"
The older boy did all the talking while the younger one looked down at his feet. "Miss," he said, "can we please come in to use the phone? Our ride never came for us and we need to call our parents." Before I could even reply, the older boy looked straight in my eyes and what I saw sent shivers down my spine.
Even now.
Because the corridors are so brightly lit, I was able to see the boy in vivid detail. The boys eyes were solid black. Not a speck of white anywhere. Strangely, as we made eye contact, I almost felt compelled to open the door. But I didn't. As I stood there staring at these "kids", the older boy spoke again. He began to demand to be let in, saying it would only take a few minutes and then they would be gone.
Instead, I told them to go to the front office, somone would help them. I shut the door, locked all the locks, and made a call to the front desk to let them know that there were a couple of kids roaming the complex, knocking on doors and trying to get inside.
I don't know when they left my door. I was too afraid to look. I do know that after a thorough search throughout the complex, reviewing the sign-in sheets, they found nothing. None of the residents had any young visitors.
Who they were and where they came from is something I'd rather not know. I told my grandma what happened, but I left out the terrifying part. I worry about her safety on a daily basis.
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