I let out a slow breath as I stop running. I reach the lamp post and wrap my arms around myself as it starts to get chilly. After getting rid of the small pain in my rib area, I start to make my way home, making sure to avoid the scary costumes the little kids like to wear in this generation.
I get home and make sure to lock the doors and turn off the lights since I didn't have time to buy candy this year. I plop on the couch and turn on Netflix as my baby pug cuddles my feet on the couch.
Thirty minutes has passed when my stomach started to growl. Watching cupcake wars was definitely not fair to my stomach after a workout. I headed over to the kitchen and took some grapes out of my fridge and headed over to the sink. The sensor lights in my backyard turned on, giving me a small heart attack. Stupid cats.
I lean forward to look outside just in time to see a figure make itself around my home. Creepy but lets leave it. My windows and doors are locked, I am no way in hell going to risk my life to check what or who that was.
I head back to the couch and noticed that my baby Suki wasn't there. "Suki baby, where are you?" I coo. I head to the back door across from my living room and see her sitting, staring at the door. I got closer and I heard her growling. I was just going to head back when she barked.
Startled, I drop my grapes and let out a small cry. "Suki you scared the shit out of me." I groan. I unlock the back door and open it. She lets out a whimper and runs back to the living room and up the stairs. "Fucking Suki." I roll my eyes and look outside. It was pitch black so knowing that I wasn't going to see anything, I close the door and lock it again.
Just as I picked up the last grape, there was a knock at my door. "No candy this year!" I yell making my way to the kitchen. A minute later there was another knock. "They're not going to leave. I know it."
I head to the front door and unlock it before opening it.
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"Nice contacts, but there's no candy this year, goodbye." I say going to shut the door, a little creeped out. "We need your phone, we need to call our mom." The tall boy says. The dark patio only let me see his curly hair and black shiny eyes that was getting light from the lights turned on in my house.
"I'll go get the house phone." I whisper closing the door. "Can we come in?" the girl with long black hair says. "I'll be back." I gulped, shutting the door fast. If it weren't for the contacts, I would have let them. It really isn't nothing personal.
I heard a loud cry from upstairs and I immediately call out for Suki. "God dammit, Suki." I groan grabbing the house phone and taking it to look through the peephole on my door. The kids were still there and looking at the peephole. "My sister needs the restroom, ma'am. Let us in." The tall and surely handsome boy said. Wait... how did he know I was at the door? There's not windows towards the front.
"My toilet doesn't work. What's your mom's number? I'll call her from here." I say unsure. "Let us in. We need your phone!" the girl demands. I turn on the porch lights and both pairs of black eyes stare at me through the peephole.
I back away from the door as the boy makes eye contact with me. A chill ran up my spine and goosebumps rise on my skin. I turn and run up the stairs as they continue to knock on my door even though the stupid doorbell was glowing next to them. I still wouldn't open it. Fuck no.
I go up to the guest room that has a window looking out to the front. The banging at the door stopped and they're gone. I check down the streets and there is no car and no kids.
Before I head to sleep, I check around the house through the security cameras through my phone and see that they're really gone. I lay in bed and close my eyes, only to see the handsome guy with black eyes.
I jump in bed and take out my laptop and search for deaths near the timeline of the potato sack looking clothes that I remembered they were wearing.
Orphanage fire.
Nursing home shooting.
School assassin.
Car crash.
It can be either the first, third, or fourth one but they did mention a car so I open the fourth link on google.
"I was right." I whisper sending a silent thank you to my professor for making me research the Styles kids.
Harry and Gemma Styles. Was it really you guys?
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hey guys! in a moment I will post a link to the creepy stories about the Black Eyed Kids stories I like reading EVERY Halloween! I tried to not make it that creepy and a bit comical and I think it was a success? I hope enjoyed this imagine as much as I enjoyed typing it up before my class! which I am 4 mins late to ofc...
