posted on Jul, 14 2013 @ 04:09 PM
I am so very skeptical when it comes to 'paranormal' or ufo-type stuff, I know many people will not believe me; but what happened to me will forever
be burned into my memory. I will try to leave a complete account - Every detail I can remember follows;
Two nights ago I was out over a prospective girlfriends house, we were watching a comedy movie cuddled up. We were laughing and joking with each other
about the movie, when all of a sudden I got a surge of dread. I had no idea why, my laughter instantly stopped and I grew cold and stiff.
My 'friend' (for lack of a better term) sensed my sudden and immediate change in demeanor. She asked me if everything was alright, and I told her
'yes of course' (paraphrasing) ; but the feeling of dread stayed with me. My eyes started staring at the darkness outside the _ It seemed
unusually dark, but at the time I thought nothing of it. I grew cold, none of the jokes were funny anymore, I became very distant. I couldn't even
concentrate on the rest of the movie. The entire evening changed, and I suggested we cut the evening short and I should be going (it was 1am, so not
exactly 'short' but from her perspective, our evening ended rather abruptly).
When I left her apartment door, and heading to the exit of the main building, I got struck with another, more prominent wave of fear. I didn't know
why, I've left around this time and much later plenty of times before. But for some reason as I stand there looking through the glass on the door
into the pitch black night, I felt my body freeze. I couldn't bring myself to step outside. My eyes were locked on the darkness through the glass.
"You're such a *****" I told myself (Keeping things appropriate) and talked myself into not only walking outside, but boldly walking outside. A
huge sense of bravado, like as if I wasn't afraid of anything. I whipped open the door and even stood with my chest out almost challenging the
I did not do this to act tough, though I am not defenseless, and from an observer I'd of looked fearless, but inside I was cold and definitely
afraid; and the worst part is I didn't know why.
As I stood challenging the night, fear turned into terror. My body was reacting, not my mind. As if I could sense there was a real danger; like I
was prey almost? That's the best I can think of it. I marched down the walkway to my vehicle, which quickly turned into a brisk walk, then a jog,
then a sprint to my car, fumbling to get inside I panicked and jammed my keys into the ignition, whipped out of the parking lot and revved down the
street. My sense of foreboding did not stop there.
As I drove home, all I could think about was how afraid I was, how much the terror incapacitated me. I have been trained in combat, have spoken in
front of crowds, fell for ghost stories, but this was a whole new level of fear; it was primal, gut-wrenching and real.
As I turned into my driveway my headlights illuminated my entire lawn, the front of the house, and even part of my backyard. Everything seemed fine;
and trust me... I was so freaked out I was particularly observant of my surroundings at the time.
I cut my engine, exited, and locked my truck with the remote button on the keychain. I walked around the front near my headlights, and just as I put
the keys in my pocket (I knew left my front door unlocked), and starting up the front porch, before my head even raised up from my pocket I was struck
with the same level of terror I had when I stood outside my 'friends' apartment building.
There, on my porch, were two young children holding hands and staring at me. I kid you not I nearly died inside. I didn't scream, I didn't jerk, I
just...died. Like the inside of me melted with terror. But this was illogical, these were just children. It was dark, I couldn't make out who they
were. There are many children in the neighborhood that I am on friendly terms with so my first thought was they just startled me; and I had in all
likeliness knew them.
But the way she spoke, I knew instantly there was something wrong. It looked to be a young girl with her even younger brother. They were holding
hands, and seemingly reading my thoughts she says
"We did not intend to startle you sir, we just want to come in and use the phone to call our mother."
It was her voice. The way she said that sentence I knew something was gravely wrong. She spoke with authority, confidence. It was cold &
calculated; sending a stream of warning flares in my mind.
The fact that this pair appeared out of nowhere seemed a minor detail compared to her tone of voice. I'll never forget a single that sentence for as
long as I live, because it shook me to the core. But they were children, just looking for a phone to call their mom, and she was with her younger
brother it seemed, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt it. But she neglected to look at me in the eyes, keeping her head down. I noticed her little
brother acted the same way.
Something was very wrong, but I gained my composure, took a deep breath and tried to relax, but I did not take my eyes off these children. They were
the source of the terror, I didn't know how I knew but I knew..
I had composed myself a little bit, took a deep breath and assumed a relaxed stance, certainly not approaching further, I replied.
"Kinda late for a couple of kid's to be wandering about, where are your parents?"
"We want to call our mom now, let us in to use the phone, it won't take long."
That did not answer my question; that was my immediate and exact thought; and almost instantly she replied.
"We were playing by ourselves and got lost. Let us in, my brother needs to use the bathroom."
This was not a request, but a command. The confidence oozed out of this little girl. It was pitch black, she was in front of a stranger asking for
assistance, but her tone rang no emotion other than a sense of superiority, as if she was playing a game. This struck me like a church bell, loud and
"Why do I feel like you're not being honest with me?"
At the same time, they raised their heads and stared directly at me. It was something out of a horror movie. Both raising their heads mechanically,
at exactly the same time and rate of speed, I swear their eyes were pitch black. Not their pupils, but both her eyes were completely black. Corner
to corner, lid to lid, pitch black, not one flicker of white anywhere. Terror was once again struck me cold, or was it always present? Something
about these children made me feel as though I was in more danger than anything I'd ever experienced before.
She just smiled at me, more of a smirk really.
"Why don't you run on home, I'm sure your parents are worried sick."
"Let us in to use the phone, it won't take long" she repeated mechanically, staring directly into my eyes. I felt a pressure, as if I should just
let them in, and I stared right back into her pitch black eyes, all the while danger sirens are running through my mind.
"Why don't you just be honest with me?"
"I am being honest, I want you to let us in."