They appear out of no where. Seemingly harmless until you are in close enough proximity to feel the absolute dread and terror they instill in their victims. BEKs are usually children between the ages of 7 and 17. They are often times dressed normally but occasionally have been encountered in dress from a time long gone. Pleasant enough at first, they asked to be let in, to use the phone or a bathroom saying they are lost and in trouble. They are intimidating and pushy when refused entrance. There eyes are troubling --completely black-- not a speck of white to be seen. Witnesses have claimed to feel sheer panic and fear when in their presence. Their voices are said to be hypnotic and many witnesses who have encountered these sinister kids swear that they've had to actively resist the temptation to do their bidding.

I found this fascinating encounter, amongst many other stories, of BEK's on Jason Offutt's Blog (the encounter in it's entirety can be read there as I wouldn't want to take the entire blog!):

It was warm the night Carris Holdsworth walked to her apartment from a friend’s house in Lisburn, a city of 71,465 in Northern Ireland near Belfast.



Then 18-year-old Holdsworth didn’t know terror waited for her at home.



“It was about 10:45,” she said of that night in 2009. “I was only 18 and had a small flat in a very rough part of the neighborhood. That’s why it unsettled me when I saw two boys standing in my small patch of grass which I called my yard.”



The boys one about 16 years old the other 13 or 14, stood with their backs to Holdsworth.





“I felt raw fear when I laid eyes on them,” she said.



Holdsworth stopped a few yards from them, a fist in her handbag wrapped around a tin of pepper spray.



“I was ready to defend myself if one of them made any sudden movements,” she said.



But they didn't. They seemed to know what she was thinking.



“No need for that,” the older one spoke, calmly and maturely. “We just want to borrow your phone, miss.”



Her knuckles began to turn white as her grip tightened on the pepper spray.



“They looked like any other teenager around these parts,” she said. “Hoody, jeans and grubby trainers (running shoes). But while the older one spoke I zeroed down on his eyes – they were pitch black. No trace of white or pupil at all.”





“I made a silent gasp,” she said. “It was as if I was in terrible danger; that I had to get away. My heart rate went off.”



All she knew at that moment is that she had to get inside her apartment.





“Please miss,” the younger boy said from behind her. “My mother won’t be happy if she doesn’t know where we are.”



Something pulled at her mind, to let them in, to help them.



“I wanted to obey them at first considering that they were young,” she said. “But seeing their eyes took me away. I just had to get away from them both and I knew if I obeyed them I was going to seriously regret it.”





“I couldn’t get my words out,” she said. “My hands hit my keys and I swiftly opened my door and slid in. My heart was banging against my chest.”









