Haunted by the Void | A Lifetime of Black-Eyed Encounters
My first brush with the paranormal occurred at the age of seven. While exploring my mother's bedroom, I glanced into her vanity mirror, only to find a young girl in a torn white dress staring back at me from the corner. However, it was her eyes, or rather the lack thereof, that truly terrified me. Gaping black holes occupied the space where her eyes should have been, like bottomless voids staring into my soul. This vivid detail, the perfect circles of absolute blackness, remains etched in my memory.
Several years later, at the age of nine, my family traveled to Sarajevo, Bosnia, for a summer visit. On our first night, as neighbors gathered outside to welcome us, I overheard whispers about our house being haunted. Curiosity piqued, I wandered towards the front window, peering into the living room and kitchen. There, amidst the familiar surroundings, stood a small ghost boy with short black hair, methodically opening and closing kitchen drawers. He picked up a spoon, turning it over and examining it with an unsettling intensity. As if sensing my gaze, he snapped his head towards the window, his eyes, like the girl in the mirror, were empty black voids. We locked eyes for a brief moment, and then I fled, fear gripping my heart.
The terror of that encounter lingered, making sleep a nightly struggle. I shared my experience with my family, and my grandmother taught me a Muslim prayer for protection, which I still recite to this day whenever I sense a presence nearby.
My third encounter occurred at the age of twelve during a trip to Jacksonville, Florida. While washing my hands in my aunt's bathroom, I saw another ghost boy reflected in the mirror. Unlike the playful spirit in Bosnia, this boy appeared younger and smaller, his expression devoid of emotion, reflecting only emptiness and despair. And, like the others, his eyes were simply black voids.
Throughout my life, these entities have appeared sporadically. The ghost girl, in particular, has been a recurring presence, appearing countless times in my childhood home. As a teenager, I dreamt of her, playing together as children. In the dream, she uttered a cryptic message, "I'm not as bad as I seem." More recently, she startled me awake with an electrifying shock on my wrist, leaving me with the chilling image of her outline laughing as she seemingly slipped off my bed.
These encounters have left me with a profound sense of unease and a desperate search for answers. Who are these entities? What is their purpose? And what is the significance of their black eyes, a detail that seems absent from any paranormal literature or media? My research has yielded no clear explanations; they don't fit the typical descriptions of "black-eyed children" or other documented phenomena.
Perhaps by sharing my experiences, I can connect with others who have encountered similar entities and begin to unravel the mystery of these black-eyed visitors from the void.
