| ID | #1624029696 |
| Added | Fri, 18/06/2021 |
| Author | July N. |
| Sources | Darkness Radio – September 3, 2015
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| Phenomena | |
| Status | Research
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That was about 3 years ago. November 2012, when I was working at a small gas station in northeast Louisiana. We were the only small store and 24-hour service station miles from the highway. I worked the night shift. I liked sharing stories with traveling customers when a rare customer shows up.
It was about three o'clock in the morning. I was mopping the floors and locking the beer coolers when the lights went out. I pulled out my camera and used it as a guiding light until I returned to our counter, where I turned on the gas generator. It illuminated the parking lot, the bathhouse, and the lobby leading to the ticket counter.
When I looked outside, I could just make out the movement of the trees across the street, but otherwise everything was pitch black. I turned on the radio and started listening to the local station with its owl DJ, commenting on the gusts of wind and joking between songs.
Suddenly I saw figures in the dark. I could just sort them out. They seemed to be a group of children on bicycles. There were three of them. Two of them dropped their bikes and headed for the door, where they just stood and stared at me. I just stared back for a moment, waiting for them to come in. They didn't come in. I walked around the counter and opened the door.
"How are you guys doing? You're a little late, aren't you?" I asked them, expecting them to come in.
"Can we use your phone?" one of them asked, bowing his head slightly.
I was a little worried when I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and handed it to her.
"Of course."
She looked at me, and then I saw her eyes-they were solid black, almost like balls filled with ink.
"No, I need a real one!" she said, her face contorted with an angry growl.
I closed the door and clicked the locks.
"No! No, ma'am, go home and get your mom's phone."
They stared at me through the door for another minute before turning away and riding off on their bike. The next day, I asked my boss to check the cameras to take pictures of the creepy kids, but the cameras were off all the time. Now the cameras run away from the generator instead of lighting the lobby. I never saw the children again.
Original news
Date: November 2012
Location: North East Louisiana
Time: around 3 am.
Summary: “It was about 3 years ago. November 2012 when I was working at a small gas station in North East Louisiana. We were the only small shop and 24 hour service station in miles, just off the highway. I worked the night-shift. I loved it – the sharing of stories with the travelling customers, that is when the rare customer showed up. It must have been around 3 am. I was cleaning the floors and locking the beer coolers when suddenly the lights went out. I pulled out my cell and used it as a guiding light until I made it back to our counter where I kicked on the gas generator. It lit the parking lot, the bath and the hall leading to the register. When I looked outside, I could just make out the movement of the trees across the street, but, otherwise, it was pitch black. I turned on the radio and started listening to a local station with its night owl DJ, commenting on the heavy winds and cracking jokes between songs. Suddenly I saw some figures in the dark. I could just make them out. They seemed to be a group of kids on bikes. There were three of them. Two of them dropped their bikes and made their way to the door where they just stood there staring at me. I just stared back for a moment, waiting for them to come in. They never did. I moved around the counter and opened the door. ‘What’s up guys? Out kinda late aren’t you?’ I asked them, expecting them to come in. ‘Can we use your phone?’ one asked, their heads tilted kinda low. I felt a little worried as I pulled my cell from my pocket and offered it to her. ‘Sure.’ She looked at me and then I saw her eyes – they were solid black, almost like ink filled orbs. ‘No, I need the real one!’ she said, her face twisted into an angry snarl. I pulled the door closed and flipped the locks. ‘No! No ma’am, you go home and get your mom’s phone.’ They stared at me through the door for a minute longer before turning away and biking off. The next day I had my boss check the cameras to get the pictures of the creepy kids but the cameras had been off the whole time. Now the cameras run off the generator instead of the hall lights. I never saw the kids again.”
Source: Darkness Radio – September 3, 2015
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