They Come At Night

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They come at night…They come at night.

When the darkness and cold are at their height.

They cry and cry and then ask for help.

The black eyed children, the soulless ones, the unborn babes.

They need your help so they can suck your soul to the darkest of edges of hell or the unknown.

 

Dreary thoughts assailed one night when she heard the knocking on the door.

She went exposed no else in the house all quiet except the knocking at the door.

Through the door spy-hole she saw two children aged around ten with hoods on to escape the cold, they asked for help and the use of the phone because they were lost and all alone. She opened the door, just a crack, to see and let the cold as well as the dread that followed in its wake. She realised soon as she saw their faces they had no eyes, black pits stared in need at her; too much fear, she couldn’t scream. She slammed the door and heard their voice metallic, distant and dead: “let us in. Let us in. We want to use the phone. Mummy we need your soul to suck as we have no place to call home.” The door shut tight the wind was all that was left of the two children that night. Her husband left, as time passed, because he couldn’t understand that at the darkest of night in dreams she can still hear the children knock and cry for the womb to rent. No sleep it drove her mad and no drugs the doctors gave could ever make her want to become a mother or wife again. She left her mind on the door that night and left this world by throwing herself in front of a large truck when the last dream she had was the knocking on the window late at night.

 

They come at night…They come at night.

When the darkness and cold are at their height.

They cry and cry and then ask for help.

The black eyed children; the soulless ones, the unborn babes.

They need your help so they can suck your soul to the darkest edges of hell or the unknown.

 

He heard it first; he heard it last, the tapping at the window one night.  He moved toward the window somewhere between sleep and wake to look out at the yard under the full moonlight.  Two children, boys he thought pulling a prank, no doubt. Then he heard the voice as quiet as a whisper as solemn as the grave as they spoke together as one. “Let us in. Let us in. It’s cold outside and would be warm inside. Let us in.” Dread filled him to the brim where fear followed close behind as realised they had no eyes, blackness there and nothing more. He closed the curtain tight; he closed them for good. And fell back in such a fright. He prayed all night though a believer he was not.  His friends all left him because of the jabbering nonsense about two boys late at night that would have eaten his soul if he had let them in. He left the house, he burnt it to the ground; he left the town and he never returned but still he dreamt of the night children with the blackest hungriest eyes who would haunt him until his dying day.

 

They come at night…They come at night

When the darkness and cold are at their height.

They cry and cry and then ask for help.

The black eyed children; the soulless ones; the unborn babes.

They need your help so they can suck your soul to the darkest edges of hell or the unknown.

 

It was late and dark when they left the motel that night when the visiting couple on holiday went to the car park to drive away. When a tapping at the window of the car where they saw three children. Gaunt and white, pale as alabaster and they felt they were as cold as ice. Their voices as one: “Give us a ride or we will die. Give us a ride we need to go home mum and dad will only wait so long!” They cried, the tapping became a hammering. Fear became panic as the two realised they had no eyes; at first they thought it was an unholy mask, but then they knew, they really had no eyes. Putting the petal to the ground the car screeched off leaving the unholy children far behind. But as they left the town, fear still sweating on their brows they passed the eyeless children who stood their faces looking at them with eyes of absolute blackness, but how could they get to the edge of town when no traffic had the couple passed? They sold the car but the memory did not abate; they could not stand to be in each other presence because the memory of the children would not fade. After fifteen years of togetherness they left each other and always remembered the fear from the encounter that had so tarnished their hearts that night.

 

They come at night…They come at night

When the darkness and cold are at their height.

They cry and cry and then ask for help.

The black eyed children; the soulless ones; the unborn babes.

They need your help so they can suck your soul to the darkest of edges of hell or the unknown.

 

Little Miranda and mum home at night, 6 years old the apple of her everyone’s eye. As mummy had a hard day and napping in her chair there came the knocking insistent and unstopping at the door. Little Miranda innocence and curls ran for the door excitement when she answered and found two children of her age. “Let us in” they exclaimed. “It’s so cold outside and we want to play.”

“Then come in and meet my mummy and we can all play.” Little Miranda smiled and opened the door wide.

Mummy was tired, so tired that day. When in a nap she woke to find Miranda all smiles and wonders with two other children: who the hell were they?

“Look mummy I have two friends who want to play.” Even as she said so there was dread in mum’s heart which burst when the children revealed that they had no eyes, black hungry pits looked at her. The voices of the children hissed like snakes or gas escaping through rotten pipes: “Now we’ll play. Now we’ll play. But what games should we play?”

The disappearance of little Miranda and her mother has never been satisfactorily explained. If you see the black eyed children run as you can for their play is a dark mystery that no one has lived to explain.

 

They come at night…They come at night

When the darkness and cold are at their height.

They cry and cry and then ask for help.

The black eyed children; the soulless ones; the unborn babes.

They need your help so they can suck your soul to the darkest of edges of hell or the unknown.

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