The Blackeyed Children always come in pairs, always seem a little off, always ask if they can come in. In your house, in your car, in your tent. They need your help. They’re just a couple of small boys, just a couple of kids in trouble. No way to get home. Lost their parents. Cold and need shelter from the storm. They learn. They adapt. They prey on your weak hearts. Like I said, they’re just a couple little boys. What harm could it do to help them…
Knock, knock, knock. Sorry to bother you, but me and my little brother need to come in. Let us in please. We need to use your phone to call our parents. Would you please let us in. No, you need to say we can come in.
Please, say we can come in. WE’RE JUST LITTLE BOYS! LET US IN NOW! YOU MUST HELP US. IT’S COLD OUT HERE. AND WE’RE JUST CHIL–
Remember they can never come in without your permission. They’ll try to hide their eyes at first, try to get you to do it on your own, but some say if you stare into their black, inky, voids of eyes, you won’t be able to resist.