#black-eyed children

[briefbestiary]

Sinister entities who appear outside when one is alone. It is unknown what exactly happens if they are allowed to enter.

#BriefBestiary #bestiary #digital art #fantasy #folklore #legend #urban legend #black-eyed children #black-eyed kids #american folklore #american legend #evil spirit #entity #black eyed children #black eyed kids #cryptid #cryptozoology #cryptid art #monster

[his-grace-mark-tsar-of-tartary]

Would You Let Me In?

#blackeyed childern #black-eyed children

[spite-and-waffles]

Bruce, picking up a stray: "He reminds me of me!" :333

Bruce, a couple of years later: "Why is he such a stubborn, self-destructive drama queen??" >((

#the girls are exempt #babs is a colleague steph is the kimmy gibbler and he forgets cass is a human girl and not a justice machine half the time #it's all about the blue eyed black haired boy children #same mini-Bruce different presentations #bruce wayne #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #dcu #crack meta #spite waffle

[ex0skeletal-undead]

In the Dark of the Night by Daria Chihireva

#art #illustration #digital art #dark art #horror #fantasy #macabre #black eyed children

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 176

Danny would like to blame Vlad for this, but it’s actually his own fault. He was the one who insisted on telling his parents about the whole half-ghost thing since everything else was going so well. He was the one who insisted on not waiting, on not using a duplicate and doing it in person. 

Which resulted in the situation they both were in now. Injured, destabilizing, and barely able to retreat through the portal. His parents hadn’t taken things well and he would have probably ended up in one of the cages or worse if Vlad hadn’t been skulking around. 

If they could make it to the Far Frozen they’d be alright, maybe. At least safe enough to not be in as much shock as he was right now and to properly take in what had happened without having to worry so much about blood loss. Ecto loss? Ugh, he was starting to get dizzy. 

Maybe a nap would be fine? Vlad was still able to fly… he thinks. Just a little nap and a moment to figure out what to do. To… something. Why is it so much harder to heal now…? 

#Prompts #Dcxdp #Dpxdc #Semi Redeemed Vlad holding Danny in a panic while also dealing with Core problems: oh fuck oh shit oh no #They can’t return to Amity & Vlad retreats deeper into the Ghost Zone #He doesn’t know about or where the Far Frozen is & Danny is unconscious so can’t tell him #They end up in the Flashpoint timeline #De aged Danny #De aged Vlad #Y’know as kids/preteens they probably look a Lot like Bruce would’ve #Thomas is going to have such a trauma response to finding two black-haired blue-eyed children bleeding out in an alleyway #I’m so sorry I am on a mini Flashpoint hyperfixation but I just think they deserve a murder dad/grandpa/whatever their relationship would b #Also older sister figure Catwoman #Once they recover because their cores are very sick thx to the Betrayal

[ballads-of-a-bluejay]

the black-eyed children are my new favorite characters btw

#jor #jar of rebuke #jar of rebuke fanart #jor fanart #jared hel #jared hel jor #jared hel fanart #dr jared hel #thesperience #black eyed children

[batfamhyperfixation]

Kon: Tim, I want you

Tim: You want me to what?

Kon: I- uh

Tim: Forgot what you were gonna say? Happens to me all the time.

#source: clone high #lol its funny cause kon is a clone and this is from clone high #oh my god #someone should do a crossover #bi tim drake #tim drake #kon kent #conner kent #timkon #but if you do a clone high crossover it is required that tim not be a clone #but everyone just figures he is a clone of previous robins and he spends the whole time shouting 'I AM NOT A CLON-oh hey guys #whats up?' #I just want a major part being that people see these black haired blue eyed children popping up every little while and they immediately go #'Bruce wayne must be cloning but its so nice he gives them false memories so they can feel like their own independent people' #even bigger plot twist: bruce just told people that so the robins could get into clone high

[catbatart]

Now that my conventions are slowing down, I wanted to post these! 

My Cryptids in July original watercolor pieces are up for sale! They are 5x7″ pieces matted in black 8x10″ mats! My plan is to upload more original pieces in the future!

These guys are listed in two batches-  Batch A and  Batch B

The available pieces are listed below the cut! 

Skunk Ape Ropen Lone Mountain Pine Devil Mongolian Death Worm Montauk Monster Dobharchu Loveland Frogman Boo Hag Lagarfljot Worm Bunyip Shunka Warakin Ningen Molkele Mbembe Texas Giant Bird Jersey Devil Nessie Hoop Snake Black Eyed Kids El Chupacabra Menehune

#cryptid art #cryptids #jersey devil #nessie #loch ness monster #black eyed children #chupacabra #watercolor #traditional art

[myhauntedsalem]

The Creepy Urban Legend of the Black Eyed Kids

A collection of strange stories about black eyed kids has been bouncing around. These stories have a single originating point, a creepy experience reported by journalist Brian Bethel on January 16, 1998. Brian claims he was approached in his car by two children whose eyes were all black, meaning there was no white in their corneas. These children insisted Brian let them into his parked car, claiming they needed a ride to a telephone.

Brian claims he was overcome with a feeling of sheer panic, as though he were being hunted by a sinister predator. The more fearful he became the more insistent the kids became that he let them them in.

This story has since multiplied, reported by dozens of others: a woman who lives alone, who claims two kids knocked on her door at 11 PM demanding she let them in to use her restroom; a soldier alone in a Marines barracks, who found his courage under fire when two black eyed children knocked at his door in the middle of the night; a lone camper, who claims he spent all night huddled in his tent terrified after two black eyed children randomly appeared in the woods and insisted he let them inside his tent.

The similarities in all the stories are as follows:

~It’s always two kids at night. ~They always have completely jet black eyes. ~The kids seem unnatural and almost alien in disposition. ~The kids repeatedly ask to be let inside, growing more and more hostile throughout the encounter.

The way we see it, there are three over-arching explanations for this phenomenon: paranormal, hoax, and cult.

The paranormal explanation is the one most often cited. Due to the lack of physical evidence, few paranormal researchers have claimed to believe this story 100%. However, there are many who think the black eyed kid legend has eerie similarities with a variety of traditional paranormal classifications.

In 2015 it became national news when a group of paranormal investigators spotted and caught on camera an alleged black-eyed girl in a field near the area. While not much is known about who or what these children are and where they come from, what is known for certain is that witnesses who report encounters, often feel that the children were somehow supernatural and extremely dangerous though they could not explain why.

It is unspecified what happens should you comply with their demands as no reports of the black eyed children have included that happening, possibly indicating the death of those that comply.

#The Creepy Urban Legend of the Black Eyed Kids #BEK #black eyed children #Black Eyed Kids #ghost and hauntings #paranormal #ghost and spirits #haunted salem #myhauntedsalem #unsolved mystery #paranormal phenomena #ghosts and spirits #ghosts #spirits

[cryptids-of-the-world]

The Men in Black are an alleged faction of the government who many believe are involved in silencing UFO witnesses and doing coverups on UFO and extraterrestrial sightings. The first sightings of the Men in Black took place in the 1950′s where their description was still the same as it is today; tall men who were typically bald and in their mid to late 30′s-40′s wearing black suits, white shirts, black ties, and black bowler hats. Witnesses who have encountered the Men in Black say are very hostile and intimidating; they threaten or imply threats of harm to the UFO witness or their family and friends if they don’t remain silent, destroy any evidence they had, or simply to stop researching the matter all together. Usually visits from the Men in Black are a one time thing however sometimes people are visited by them more than once. Some people believe that they are a faction of the FBI or CIA or another government organization while some believe they are extraterrestrials or are supernatural and paranormal in nature themselves. People have also made connections between them and the Black eyed Children saying they feel a feeling of dread when visited by the Men in Black or see them with the Black eyed Children themselves. Some people just believe that the Men in Black are a myth but we may never know the true identities of these mysterious and iconic figures. 

#Men in Black #MIB #Alien #Aliens #Extraterrestrial #Extraterrestrials #Extraterrestrial Life #Black Eyed Children #Black Eyed Kids #Cryptid #Cryptids #Unknown #Paranormal

[iceyrukia]

posts that attract the “see reverse racism is real!!” crowd

#ic.text #p sure those two people were joking around omg #and people make those jokes dunking on blue eyed people because of their own fixation with their own eyes colors + weird white people who #fear monger about the ‘decline on the white race’ ( yes even tho light colored eyes are not exclusive to white people) #or on this Website where people who don’t have brown/black eyes go in exaggerated detail on how their eyes change color in the sunlight #or with seasons etc etc #it’s not discrimination and anyone with a brain knows blue eyes ≠ nazi #but I will say that there are indeed white folks who do not mix with others and are obsessed with their children having blue/heeen eyes #passed down to their kids #which hmmmmmm it’s one thing to look at yourself and appreciate wha you see and then there’s this weird fixation with treating children #like dolls for you to look at or carriers of your legacy and having rarer colored eyes ya know #also it’s payback for calling people with brown eyes ‘poop colored eyes’ which can sound like a mircoqgression just like how poc #have ‘dirty’ skin like pls have some self-awareness

[shadowbrightshine]

My gift to you @marvelmaniac715

Here's a little thing I made for that idea I was sharing with you. This is completely out of order from where I would want to start the story, but it's a thing I made as a little proof of concept. Unfortunately it's pretty rough, but I'm writing from a perspective of a self hating girl, and then a teen out of his depth. Once I write it proper, it'll feel more natural. For now, here is Cherry Lolly, or Janet from the Starry eyed children Revival, and Tim Hudson, the first prophet after the Lord's reformation you wrote. Say hi to the Homeless man! whoopies I wrote 2.5k words! enjoy everyoneeee. Fair warning, Janet's views on herself is not how I see things. Also Janet thinks in a more stilted way, so her narration is, like that. Reblogs appreciated!

Janet watched from the bush as Tim passed by with William. He’d changed since the accident that took away the use of his left leg. He was more confident and talked to everyone now. Janet watched him, him and the brightly colored friends he’d made. She didn’t mean to be creepy, but if anyone saw her they would run away. She knew that, she knew how hideous she was, with her top teeth covered in skin, a surgical adjustment and filter flap in her neck that made her look like a robot, not even a lower jaw to pretend to look like a normal girl. Her parents tried to tell her she was still pretty. The screams of those kids still haunted her and proved them wrong every single day she walked the earth. That’s why she had to hide in bushes and trees to watch the normal people go about their days. 

Tim had changed physically too. His fingers were longer, and his right leg was longer, she’d noticed his left leg drag less and less as the months went on, just slightly. She knew why, it had to do with William. She’d watched him and his brothers for a little while now. They weren’t normal, they could transform into new bodies. She would give her dominant arm up for a power like that. No one else remembered, but Tim used to have brown eyes. Whoever changed everyone’s minds must have forgotten her. No one remembers Janet. Tim used to have brownish eyes. Now one eye was a dull blue, and the other was still hazel now, it had a thick ring of green around it, and green near the pupil. No one else remembered, except for her. No one likes Janet but her parents, and they never tried to have another child, they learned their lesson. 

Janet felt gross. She was so gross watching others like this. But she couldn’t talk to them without revealing this awful deformity. She had to use her talk pad if she used the phone. Tim was special. Something was different about him now. She’d seen him give a present to the homeless man on Christmas Eve. She’d seen many things. She knew about Max Jagerman, the ghost of Hatchetfield who murdered her favorite girl. Ruth was the only other person she worked up the courage to interact with, and that was only a week before her death. Ruth didn’t care that she was disgusting, she’d called Janet pretty, she’d held hands with her, she even gave her these cherry hair clips she would never stop wearing. 

The brothers showed up on the night Max disappeared forever, and Janet could feel the shift in the air as time went on. The town was different now. They had something to do with it, and they could do things no one else could. Them and the sister, the girl who walked with Hannah. She’d tried to talk to Hannah, but her cowardice kept her back. Janet shivered, it was cold out and she didn’t have proper protection today. Wendy radiated warmth and a special magic, she could feel it. Janet crept back towards her home, the woods feeling more real to her than the town did. 

She carefully avoided crossing into the camp territory. She’d also watched girl Jeri and boy Jerry before. She was scared of the counselors. The adults didn’t seem to notice how strange they were, but she knew. She knew they were bad news, and she knew about little Jerry. He was nice to her, and she brought him muffins sometimes. Her family lived far away from the rest of the town. She knew why, it was because her parents were ashamed of her. That’s why they never went into town, or took her out to shop, or lived in town. They would lie and tell her it’s because this house was part of the family line. They told her lots of families lived in the woods. That part wasn’t a lie, she’d seen the other kids playing in the woods, but they couldn’t meet her. 

Janet was a monster, and she knew it. The only person other than her parents who was nice to her was a fellow monster. Normal people didn’t need to use a feeding line in her arm to stay alive. Normal people had tongues and chins and could talk. Normal people didn’t spend their days watching from the shadows. Normal people had friends. No one remembered the day she was born in the hospital and the nurses screamed in fear anymore. She knew she was a monster. But like a monster she couldn’t resist the draw of humanity. She wanted to be seen and loved. She spent hours writing in her notebooks, entire scripts, books, and stories. She’d explored every part of the forest. 

Tim was nice to the homeless man. No one was nice to him, everyone hated him and thought he was weird and gross. Janet had watched him stumble around and talk to himself all the time. She thought about trying to be his friend, but he’d probably assume she was a hallucination and ignore her. Better not to risk it. Tim though, Tim got him a gift, and he talked to him, and cared about him. Maybe…maybe he wouldn’t mock her. Maybe he would be nice to an animal like her. A monster like Janet. She had to try. 

Christmas Eve:

“Spare change for the homeless?” The man asked, it was one of the few things he could say easily. Tim shook his head and took a seat next to him. The homeless man scrambled to make room for him, staring at him with more  confused than usual eyes. Wiggly stood a few feet away, holding Tim’s crutches for him. The snow was thin here under the awning of the shoe store. Tim shivered, but his snow pants kept him dry. It was harder to get around in these, but they were warmer. 

Tim looked at the man’s shaking hands in the cold. “Do you have a name?” He asked, taking some gloves out of his pocket and handing them to the man. “Everyone walks past you and ignores you. I’ve seen you around since I was a baby.” The man used to speak more clearly, if just as strangely. Tim remembered when he would have conversations with random objects. Now his voice was really shaky and he couldn’t seem to form full sentences anymore.

The man struggled to get the gloves onto his hands, fingers numbed by cold and by some kind of disability that made all his movements strange or jerky. Maybe it was making his voice worse. Was it a degenerative condition? “A…A name…” He looked up at the sky, it was already getting dark, and the last bits of sunlight reflected off the clouds. “My na-naame, I had…” He shut his eyes. “I had a name…” He suddenly clutched his head and groaned. “I ca-can’t thinnnk about the pa’ anymore. Time hurts, it hurts!” 

Tim grabbed his arm in alarm. “Forget it, it’s ok! If you don’t have a name, maybe we can think of one!” 

The man uncurled and looked at the hand on his coated arm. No one had done that in years. “...A new one?” He rocked back and forth for a minute, eyes searching around for something. 

The teenager nodded, this wasn’t how he’d planned for this to go, but the homeless man needed help, and he wanted to help out if he could. “Yeah! Um…Uh…” He looked around and saw the holiday menu on the Beanie’s sign. “What about Noelle? Or maybe Noah if that’s too feminine?” The man scrunched up his face in concentration. 

“Noelle.” The man repeated the name a few times, each time less slurred than the last. “...I hav’a name now.” Noelle smiled, turning to Tim. “Thanks! That’s good stuff isn’t- yeah, pretty…good.” Tim watched how badly he was shivering. The cold was making things even worse. The cold makes your head foggy, or that’s what it does to Tim. A car went by, a green one. “Tim, thanks.” 

“How do you know my name?” 

“Whose…name?” Noelle looked around for another person, but they were the only ones on this street right now. He shivered and pulled his coat tighter over his body, and Tim noticed the buttons were all snapped or missing. Or the hole was torn and too big to keep the button in place. Noelle couldn’t close his coat anymore. 

Tim shook his head. “Never mind. Well, Noelle, I wanted to give you something. You’re broken, right? Your brain is broken, and you can’t do stuff normally anymore right? That’s why you do all those weird things all the time, and follow Peter around.” 

Noelle nodded. “Petey…” Tears formed in his eyes, which confused Tim, but he pushed forwards. He hadn’t planned this out very well, but something inside him told him to come to Noelle and help him. 

“Well, I’m broken too.” Tim gestured to his leg, which was currently sitting in an awkwardly painful position which Tim couldn’t feel. “My body got messed up, and I think my heart is broken, or…something inside me got broken when I was younger. See, broken people have to help each other.” Tim felt weird, this wasn’t how he usually talked, but he wasn’t sure if Noelle would understand him otherwise. Tim didn’t know how to explain these things. “I want to help you. If we don’t help each other, who will? Becky serves at the soup kitchen, but you always get there after it closes so she can’t give you anything.” He pulled out a gift wrapped box and offered it to Noelle. “So, maybe this will help.” 

Noelle happily took the box and looked at Tim. “New box!” 

“No, it’s in the box, it’s- it’s in the box Noelle.” Had Noelle ever been given a Christmas present before? Tim felt tears freeze on his cheeks. He should’ve done this years ago. Tim helped him unwrap the gift, revealing a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles watch. “My uncle Wilbur always tells me that it’s important to keep the time, so maybe if you have a watch too you can get to the kitchen before it closes.” Tim felt self conscious. “Sorry, I thought it would be better to use a cheaper watch so I can replace it for you if it gets broken, and if I got an expensive one it might get stolen from you. Is this ok?” 

Noelle stared at the ticking clock, fascinated by it. “Tick…Tock…” He nodded distractedly and slipped the watch onto his wrist. “What time?” Noelle had a weird cast to his eyes as he looked at the watch-face. 

Tim waved for Noelle to look at him. “It’s from 4pm to 6pm, so from here-” He made the clock time with his arms. “To there. As long as you come during that time, we can help you.” Tim looked at Wiggly, and then back to the man. “If you need more help, I want you to do this special knock, and then I’ll know it’s you. Blinky says you won’t hurt me, and even if you tried, Wiggly wouldn’t let you. So knock on my window and I’ll wake up to help you.” Tim knocked on the wall in a simple but strange way. “Ok, you do it.” 

Noelle tried, messing it up a few times before he got it down. “...That?” 

“Yeah, just knock like that on my window. In the box is a map to my house, and where my window is. I wanna help you, but don’t come unless you really need me, ok?” Tim waved Wiggly over and dug his water bottle out of his bag. “And…You can have this too, so you can get water from the fountains and take it with you.” 

Noelle held the water bottle and box in his arms, crying as his face made a strange smile. “Tha’s really nice. Thank you!” His eyes cleared for a moment, as if he was actually seeing Tim. His voice changed, and it sounded really familiar. “Tim…You’re the Hudson kid, you used to go to Beanie’s all the time, and you had a donut every time we ran into each other. I was trying to ask out- out- I…” The cloudiness came back to him and the strange smile returned along with his normal voice. “...Thanks…” 

Tim swallowed and wiped his eyes, a little disturbed by the exchange. It was much weirder for him to have clarity and then go back to his usual than to just be strange. “Um…right. Well, well, merry Christmas Noelle. I hope you can get soup now. Goodbye.” 

“See’a kid! Merry merry merry- that. Merry!” He called as Wiggly gave him his crutches back and they headed home. Well, not home, but to Lex’s place for a Christmas party, with his Dad’s permission, of course.  

Wiggly glanced back at the man. “Do you know who he is?” Tim noticed the testing tone he had.

“No one knows who he is, or where he came from. I feel bad for him… Do you know him, Wiggly?” 

His friend paused and shook his head. “No, Tim, I do not.” Tim looked at him, something felt off about his answer, but Wiggly didn’t usually hide things if it wasn’t for a good reason. “You did a very good thing friendy wend.” 

Tim smiled and accepted his friend’s silent offer to carry him back, the crutches held by semi transparent tentacles that sort of waved around them. “I feel much better, knowing he has some gloves now. Thanks for buying those.” 

“Mhm, now it’s time to open those presents you made us. I’ve very excited Timmly wim.” Tim snickered at the name and relaxed his neck, looking up at the sky. It was dark enough that no one would’ve been able to see Wiggly’s magic extra limbs anyways. 

“You’re going to love them. All of you. I spent a long time making these.” It was Tim’s idea to give the brothers and sister their presents on Christmas Eve so they could spend the day with their respective favorite people. Tinky had invited himself to Peter’s house for the day. 

Wiggly met his eyes and gave him a smile. “I have a few gifts for you as well, and I think you’ll like them.” Wiggly’s smile stretched to a grin. “You may need some more wrapping paper.” 

Tim grinned back. “You’re the best, you know that right?” 

“Of course I do. I’m the king of Hatchetfield.” He gestured to the crown with a tentacle, which was hidden and poking from under his winter cap. The hat didn’t do much since it wouldn’t fit over his head properly, but Tim thought it was funny and didn’t point out how useless the hat actually was. 

“Yep! Kings and Queens and all the inbetweens! Let’s go party!!” Tim cheered. The two continued to talk as they made their way to Lex’s house.

#shine post #starkid #nerdy prudes must die #lords in black #starkid lords in black #the lords in black #wiggly #starkid wiggly #wiggog y'wrath #tim hudson #homeless man #ted spankoffski #teddy bear #christmas fic #prophet of the lib #church of the starry eyed children #the hatchetfield series #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #happy anniversary #blinky #hatchetfield au #starkid au #starkid fanfic

[demi-sev]

Day 10/31: "The Black Eyed Children"

Imagine being in your home, relaxing. But then you hear a knock at your door. You go up and open the door, only to be met with a group of children. They asked you if they could come inside. They seem to look normal at first, but then you notice one thing that is bizarre about them. Their eyes are pitch black, no sclera or pupil showing, just black empty looking eyes…

These infamous children are known throughout the United States (mainly around mid-southern part) as the Black Eyed Children. Legend say that these children tend to look around 5-16 years old with pale skin and darkening hair, and will show up randomly at night. Asking for favors of some sort; be it if to come inside a house, or take them somewhere by car. They may be persistent and innocent looking, But it’s been warned that no matter what, you must deny them any favors they ask and say no. Because if you do accept and allow them so; great misfortune and bad luck will come afterwards.

No one really knows where these black eyed children came from or how they came to be. Most believed that they are evil spirits or demons from another dimension disguised as children, so that they can easily trick someone into helping them and cause great harm…

Source:

- https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black-eyed_children

- https://www.tbsnews.net/splash/legend-black-eyed-children-55705?amp

#my art #demisevarts #inktober #inktober 2023 #the black eyed children #for you #for you page #fyp

[keepersoftheweird]

#shitpost #meme #unreality #original #paranormal #creepy #horror #cryptidcore #cryptid #black and white #black eyed kids #black eyed children #bek #spooky #my edit #stupid #scopophobia #scopo

[demonic-filly]

#cozy glow #mlp fim #mlp #black eyed children #cozy glow lore #source trust me bro

[hollyisanonymous]

been thinking about them a little more recently. idk. kinda miss these weirdos.

(I'm not restarting the comic, btw)

#my art #cryptids #mothman #artists on tumblr #digital art #reblogs are appreciated! #black eyed children #jersey devil #campfire stories