Are Black Eyed Children Real? My Mom Thought They Were Real Kids and Made Popcorn

Two black eyed children, maybe eight years old, stood pressed against the glass of our garden gate. Completely still. Their eyes weren’t dark — they were absent. Two holes where light should have been.

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Black Eyed Children at the Garden Gate

Who were they? Not the neighbor’s kids — no child wanders around at that hour.

They were standing right at the gate. It was wide, glass, sliding. They leaned against it. Liv screamed and grabbed onto me.

The sight was horrifying. Pitch-black eyes. No whites. No light at all — just hollow, soulless stares. I felt the blood drain out of me.

I was scared too, but I’d had months of practice — shadow entities had been part of my life for a while now. Liv hadn’t.

“Ali, run! Get here, now!!!”

I’m Soline. They call me the Bride of Shadows.

My friend Liv had flown in from Belgium that afternoon. We’d gone through university together, and now she was staying with me in İzmir.

How did I end up tangled up with shadow entities in the first place? And now, on top of everything, two black eyed children — both around eight years old, standing silently at the gate.

I’d only just gotten past the entities that came through meditation. I needed the rest. Today I’ll just relax and spend time with my friend, I’d told myself.

I had no idea what was coming. Two boys had appeared in the garden, saying nothing, just standing at the door. I watched them through the glass. Their eyes were dark enough to make your skin crawl.

I called for Ali in a panic. The poor man had already been dealing with shadow entities for days — and now this.

Ali looked at them through the window for a long moment.

“Ali, who are they?” I asked.

“Not human. These are the dumbest kind of shadow entity there is — they can’t do a thing. Don’t be scared,” he said.

Hours passed. The black eyed children didn’t leave. Liv and I sat there — I was calm by now, used to this kind of thing. Liv wasn’t.

Ali Steps Into the Garden

“Soline, did you make tea? Pour me a cup if there’s any left — and bring my cigarettes and lighter,” Ali said.

I poured the tea and brought it out with the cigarettes and lighter.

“Soline, I’m going out to the garden. Whatever happens, stay calm, and don’t come outside,” he said.

Ali opened the garden gate. The children were already right there, and he simply pushed past them and kept walking.

Liv stared in disbelief. “Is Ali insane? He just shoved past those things — isn’t he scared at all?” she asked me.

“Honey, if you knew what we’ve been through the past few days, you wouldn’t ask. We’ve dealt with worse than these,” I said.

Ali sat down under the garden pergola with his tea, lit a cigarette slowly. I watched the smoke curl up into the night air.

Then he called out to the two black eyed children: “Come on then. Let’s talk.”

They ignored him at first. Then they walked over and stood right in front of him — motionless, like statues, staring without a word.

Ali held their gaze for a long time. Maybe half an hour. Liv and I watched through the window like it was a film playing out in front of us.

Why Do Black Eyed Children Always Ask to Come In?

Suddenly a hand touched my shoulder and Liv’s at the same time. We’d been so absorbed in watching that we both screamed.

Ali shot up out of his seat at the sound, spilling his tea — luckily there wasn’t much left in the cup.

I turned around. It was my mother’s hand.

“Don’t be scared, girls, I made you popcorn. You can watch and snack at the same time,” she said.

Liv and I burst out laughing. My mother’s calm was unbelievable — like we were watching a movie, and she’d made popcorn for the show.

“Mom, what is this?” I said, laughing. “Something strange is happening out there. Two kids with pitch-black eyes showed up out of nowhere. Ali’s out there alone with them, and you’re popping corn.” 😂

“What do you want me to do, sweetheart? After everything the past few days, I’ve just gotten used to it. Besides, I trust Ali — he’ll handle it,” she said.

“Mom, this isn’t something to ‘handle’ — come look for yourself,” I said.

She looked out the window, then turned back to me. “Sweetheart, what’s strange about it? Ali’s just sitting in the pergola chatting with two children.”

“Mom, it’s 1:30 in the morning. Have you ever seen children show up at someone’s house, in their garden, at this hour?” I said.

“Well, maybe they were bored,” my mother said.

“I’m going to lose my mind. Mom, those aren’t real children — they’re shadow entities,” I said.

“Sweetheart, they’re children, that’s all — you’re imagining things. Eat your popcorn, sit down, and watch,” my mother said.

God, what had happened to her. She was far too calm.

“Is your mom okay?” Liv asked.

I looked over — my mother had already opened the door, popcorn basket in hand. “Would you kids like some popcorn?” she was asking. The moment I pulled her back and shut the door, the children were suddenly right there at it — they’d practically teleported. I froze at the sight of them so close.

Can Black Eyed Children Change Shape?

Ali came running and slapped both children hard across the back of the neck.

God, what — they were growling like dogs. What kind of creatures were these?

When they growled, Ali struck each of them across the face a second time.

Whoa — they changed. Right in front of us. They turned into snakes and vanished into the garden bushes.

My mother was smiling — but it was a strange smile. Something was off. I couldn’t understand what was happening to her.

“Ali, sweetheart, why did you hit those children? I was going to give them popcorn,” my mother said.

Ali looked at her face, then looked deeper — straight into her eyes. His expression fell, turned sorrowful.

I started to panic. Had something happened to my mother?

“Mother Beatrice, they were mischievous kids. Their father told me to slap them if I saw them. I did, and they ran off,” Ali said.

“Oh, is that so, son? Then you did the right thing, naughty children. So that’s who broke my garden chair too,” my mother said.

A Mother’s Faith Shaken

I started to panic, my eyes welling up. Had my mother lost her mind?

Ali motioned for me to stay calm. He took my mother’s hands and led her to the couch.

“Mother Beatrice, come sit here,” Ali said. He signaled to Liv and me to smile along with him.

Ali suddenly laid his head down in my mother’s lap. “Mother Beatrice, check my head, would you — Soline hit me with a slipper yesterday, it still hurts,” he said.

What is he doing? I tried to understand. Ali gestured for me to play along again.

“Yes, I hit you with a slipper, because you keep looking at that Russian woman while I’m right there — you deserved it,” I said.

Ali looked at me, startled, then gave me a look that said you’ll pay for that later.

“Ha — serves you right, I’m glad I hit you,” I said, laughing.

“Son, who’s this Russian girl? Do we know her? Bring her over, I’ll introduce myself, we’ll ask her family for her hand — if you two love each other that much,” my mother said.

“What marriage, Mom, I’d never allow it,” I said.

My mother fell asleep while playing with Ali’s hair. He signaled for quiet, gently lifted his head, laid her down on the couch. He asked me to bring a blanket. I brought it, he tucked it over her, placed a pillow under her head, and kissed her forehead.

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We went back out to the pergola, but I was still uneasy. What if the black eyed children came back? Liv wasn’t at ease either.

Ali sensed how we were feeling and spoke up: “Don’t worry, they can’t come back.”

“Ali, what’s happening to my mother? Tell me the truth,” I said.

“Soline, your mother is getting older. What you went through at the hospital wore her down. She’s witnessed shadow entities for days now, and today pushed her past what her mind could hold. The other day, those same entities told her that her Bible and her cross couldn’t stop them. Her faith took a hit. The connection between her spirit and her mind snapped a little. When the mind can’t find an exit, it rationalizes — it builds itself a world it can live in, so it doesn’t break,” Ali said.

“This is all my fault. The hospital, the shadow entities… and now black eyed children,” I said.

Ali stayed quiet. He didn’t say anything.

“Ali, what are these children — some kind of sleep paralysis demon?”

*”No, honey, that’s different. And don’t take these too seriously — they’re the weakest link in the whole shadow entity chain. Think of them as the neighborhood clowns,”* Ali said.

They Didn’t Show Up in the Photo

I’d tried to take a picture of them on my phone, but there was nothing on the screen. “How is that possible?” I asked.

“They’re not solid, biological beings like us. They exist as gas, or more accurately, energy. What you’re seeing is just energy that’s taken a shape. They can enter whatever form they want — didn’t you see them turn into snakes when they ran? But when they take on a solid body, they can take a hit too,” Ali said, laughing.

“Oh, right — they turned into snakes,” I said.

“But they do have a weakness. If they enter a human body and pick up the germs that make people sick, they get sick too,” Ali said.

Ali went to the kitchen to get more tea, checking on my mother on his way. Liv stayed quiet.

“What are you thinking, Liv?” I asked.

“Nothing, really — it just caught my attention. You and your mother are Christian, but Ali’s Muslim. Your mother loves him like her own son, respects him. It surprised me,” Liv said.

“I told you all about Ali back in France, at university — guess you forgot. I’ve known Ali since I was fifteen. He’s saved my life more times than I can count. He loves me and my mother deeply, and my mother loves him like a son,” I said.

“But you, Soline — how do you love him? Are you two together? You’re so attached to each other, and you call him ‘my dark love.'”

I started laughing at that.

“Honey, ours is complicated. Yes, I love him — enough to be jealous, enough that I’d tear apart any girl I saw near him. But it’s a different kind of love, not romantic. Just know this: he’s my soul,” I said.

“That’s such a strange kind of love. I’ve never seen a relationship like it,” Liv said.

“Honey, he’s my boyfriend, my brother, my father — everything, all at once. But it’s beyond what a girl feels for a boy, I can’t really explain it. Just know he’s everything to me, but never in the way you’re thinking. It’s hard to put into words, but my trust in him is endless,” I said.

Ali came back with the tea, lit another cigarette. He didn’t used to smoke this much. I still couldn’t shake what Anastasia had said the day before: *”Ali, I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through,”* she’d said. But Ali had cut her off before she could say more. What had happened — maybe that’s why he was smoking so much now.

“What are you two whispering about, girls?” Ali asked.

I threw my arms around his neck. “We’re talking about you, my dark love,” I said.

“Traitor,” he said, pinching my nose, “sit back down, you brat.” 😂

Liv laughed at us. “You two are so funny — but your rhythm is perfect, the way you communicate is amazing,” she said.

“You have no idea, Liv. I should really find Soline a husband and marry her off, get her off my hands,” he said, then pinched my cheek affectionately.

“I’m never getting married, I’m staying at your heels for the rest of my life, being your problem forever,” I said, laughing.

Who Do Black Eyed Children Target?

Ali kept glancing at Liv, studying her. She noticed.

“Liv, look into my eyes,” Ali said suddenly.

Liv was caught off guard, froze, not knowing how to react. Ali took her face in both hands, turned it toward him, and looked deep into her eyes.

Then he asked the question that mattered: “Liv, you’ve seen black eyed children before, haven’t you? They’ve come for you before?”

Liv swallowed, sat in silence for a moment. Then, in a quiet voice: “Yes, Ali.”

Silence again. Then Liv asked him something. “Have you run into these before, Ali?”

Ali’s Past: The Girl on the Stairs

A shadow of sorrow passed over Ali’s face, and he drifted somewhere far away for a moment. Then he began to speak.

“I’ve come across all kinds of entities — this one, once before. It was years ago, before I had a place of my own. I was renting an old house. There was no way in from outside — the entrance was up a staircase, and past that, a hallway with rooms on either side.

I was watching TV, and my instincts kicked in like radar. Someone was at the entrance, by the stairs, but they couldn’t get in. I got up, put the remote down on the bed.

I looked carefully at the entrance. Two shadow men — entities — were standing there, waiting.

‘Who are you,’ I said. No answer. I was tired anyway, so I went back to bed and slept. In the morning, they were gone.

The next night, the same feeling came back — someone’s here — but this time there was no one at the entrance. I went to the top of the stairs instead, and there she was: a six-year-old girl sitting on an overturned bucket. Her hair was jet black.

I put my hand on her head. ‘Child, who are you? How did you get into this house — it’s not possible to get in,’ I said.

She lifted her head, turned her face toward me, and looked into my eyes. I felt the blood drain out of me. A pair of dark eyes with no light in them at all.

‘Now I understand who you are,’ I said,” Ali told us. Then he went quiet.

Liv and I both said at once, “So what happened next, Ali?”

“I knew she was a black eyed child — a shadow entity. I told her, ‘do as you like,’ turned around, went back to bed, and slept,” Ali said.

“How were you so calm about it,” I said.

Liv said the same thing. “I could never have slept after that, out of pure fear. How were you so calm?”

“Because I prayed every day in that house, recited from the Quran. It built a kind of energy shield around the place — they couldn’t get past it, which is why they never made it inside. So I slept fine,” Ali said.

“Ali, why did that black eyed child and the other two shadow entities come after you in the first place? Did you make a mistake too?”

“No. There was a man who’d learned dark, demonic methods out of jealousy — he’d gotten into black magic. He summoned those entities and sent them after me. But like I always say — if they have that kind of power, I have faith. I trusted in my love for God. The result: they failed. And whoever sent them through black magic paid the price himself, because it backfired.”

We sat there listening, mouths open. Ali’s life sounded like a movie. He told it all so calmly, like he was telling a bedtime story.

The Twin Flame Truth

“Liv, your turn — what did you do that brought these black eyed children to you?” Ali asked.

Liv paused, thinking. Then she started to talk.

“I was cheated on… The man I was going to marry cheated on me with my closest friend. I fell apart. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

She went quiet again, tears starting in her eyes.

Ali put his hands on her cheeks again. “Liv, I’m your brother now. Know that from this point on, you always have a brother in me,” he said.

His words hit her hard. She threw her arms around him and started sobbing. Ali stroked her hair, comforting her.

“One day you’ll understand why I said that. For now, pull yourself together,” he said.

“You don’t know what I did, Ali. I brought this on myself. I… I took a twin flame course. Everything started with the twin flame.”

“They’ve never left me alone since,” Liv said. “These black eyed children.”

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