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The Terror of the Black-Eyed Kids in Florida
In the mid-1970’s I lived in Florida after breaking up with my first husband. This must have been around 1977 and I do remember it was July. I was home alone just enjoying a day by myself. I had the front door wide open and the storm door closed and locked. Just after lunch there was a knock at the door. As I turned from the kitchen and took a step toward the door, the strongest feeling of doom overcame me. I was filled with terror. For no apparent reason. I stopped for a moment in my tracks. Another knock came from the door and I found myself suddenly standing in front of it. Standing on the top step were two boys, maybe ten or eleven years old. I felt sick deep in my stomach. I was shaking when I began to speak, but one of the boys spoke first.
“Please, can you let us in? We need to use your telegraph.”
“What do you mean??”
They both turned to each other, not saying a word. Then the boy spoke, changing the question matter. “Please miss, my brother needs to use your telephone. We won’t hurt you. You don’t have to worry. Please give us permission to come in.”
I said, “No, I don’t think so. There’s a gas station on the next corner.”
The boys head tilted upward and his eyes were just two deep dark black holes. The other boy also looked at me. His eyes were the same…..
