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Somewhere Behind Black Eyes Part 12

Somewhere behind black eyes…

I woke up to one of my neighbors stomping around

upstairs; then I could hear my neighbor to whom I rescued
from Zoeae, listening to his TV loud hence slept well that
night. I never do. I have nightmares. Every single night
most common ones being family issues, mom and dad
fighting. Fighting with me. I get so caught up in it after I
have had these dreams. It used to be, I would wake up and
sludge the apartment, make myself go get something to
drink. Being single has its perks, especially when you get to
go inside the refrigerator and drink directly from the gallon.
It was usually either milk, or it was orange juice nowadays.
The kitchen was in disarray. The living room was like a
crypt. I had not gone in there since Zoeae consumed my
kitty's frequency. I guess the PTSD of the event stemmed
from my vivid visual memory of her holding it, as well as
what she had stated afterward. The reason being, there was
no blood after he had died. His sunken eyes head, the
tongue was hanging from the corner of his mouth in a
lavender color.
   
       In the morning, I would sleep. In the afternoon, it was
a hit-or-miss thing. I never set the alarm. I would wake up
in the evening, which in my opinion, would seem darker
than any I remembered in my past. It occurred to me the
current times seemed darker than the times in my youth
when I was being stalked by these things. I felt as if I grew
up with them and felt estranged from my own family. My
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stepmother was ever patient and understanding in the best

she could. 
       Even then, the black-eyed ones would reside in the
corner of my room, which of course, was the one with the
most shadows. Zoeae was welcomed more, I guess you
could surmise, and would be sitting in my grandma's
rocking chair. 
       Zoeae was not moving this morning. She did not close
her eyes go to sleep. She never closed her eyes to go to
sleep, even when she first came to live with me. I had her
sleeping on the couch she had laid there with her eyes wide
open, staring at the ceiling the first week and a half. When I
knew she was doing it, I had wondered what she could be
thinking about? What may have been pondering all night
long? Then my mind would float to wondering why her
eyes never got dry. Should not blink; she blinked when she
was awake but did not blink when she was supposedly
asleep. I could usually tell when she was awake because
she would then start blinking. I sat up quietly in my bed. I
watched her for a few minutes squinching my eyes, because
of course, like I said, the shadow part of the room was
where she was stationed. She was not blinking, so I
suppose she was probably asleep. 
       I got up out of bed threw my legs over my mattress. I
put my feet on the floor it all became clear! Crystal clear!
What we had done the night before. We had destroyed
three demons! You could call them demons in human form.
Preying on children. I know where every single pedophile
within the area code is located. I knew their names. I knew
their addresses. I knew their phone numbers. The phone
number was never necessary for me to use, but I always
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checked out the house before we went nowadays. I was just

too tired. I was too drained to check the homes out, as I had
done when we first started. I did not remember their names
most time. I got to the point where it was more manageable
now. 
       Last night we hit three residences. We destroyed three
of them! Which I considered quite an accomplished night.
Rudy Edwards, who lived in Winchester, was washed out.
Zoeae did it as a quick in and out. He brought Zoeae into
his home, welcoming her wanting to come into his house. 
       James Talisman had a wife, and before we could hit his
place, we had to make sure she would not be anywhere
around for this one. We had to wait weeks. And I had to
watch his home very closely, learn his routine a little bit
better than I had the others, and even learn the wife's
routine. I had to rate when she was going out of town, then
endure the length she would be out of town. She had been
gone for a week. I had revered her reaction would now she
had come home and found her husband dead. Sometimes, I
had to push out on my mind what they would be seen like
and what their bodies would look like decomposed. Their
bodies decayed after the black-eyed child was done sucking
the frequency out of it. There were other things I had to
start referring to them, like IT. Unrewarding in any way,
shape, or form, they had been a natural person with
emotions. It appeared in everyday life possible, they could
gain admiration in their ordinary day or collectively, in
their lifetime. I had a black it all out and trained my mind to
never go there. 
       After, was Andrew Camden. Andrew Camden lived by
his self he had been there a significant length of time. Some
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neighbors are always throwing rocks at his window.

Vandalizing his car and his home. I am not a person to just
take someone's word for something. When they start
judging another person, I look them up to make it
unquestionable he was worthy of being a target.
Unfortunately for him, he was a prime target.
     I qualified at some point in my life. Considering how
trauma had been in my childhood was considered
emotionally disabled, I went to therapists and social
workers. Then when the nightmares started, they absolutely
kicked in. Haunting me because I did not have anything to
do the next day. I decided it was a constructive thing to just
keep to myself and even appear as if busy. If you had any
questions, ask how many hours I worked and then got back
home to Zoeae and prepared for our nightly hunt. Now you
know I don't have employment, and I don't need it all I
needed to feel as if I am making a difference in this world. I
thought it would be so much more gratifying. The
gratification could peak huge I imagine if it wasn't that I
was even more tired than I used to be, I wondered how
much of my frequency Zoeae was able to take. 
        I looked at her as more straightforward. She was a
child in my charge. My niece, like I told my neighbor, she
was. Looking over across the room at her in the rocking
chair she was sitting in with her eyes still wide open
unblinking. I looked at her as if she might be a doll haunted
doll. I don't even know what time it is; I guess I should
figure that out and then figure out the weather the list has
gotten longer.         
       I must be sporadic. I can't work on the targets closest to
my house in spread out. I must jump around in different
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areas of their neighborhood because if I did it the other

way, the police might find me, which amused me. When I
thought about what they would come up with. If they ever
did find out it was me, could I really explain to them?
Yeah, it was. Did she feed off human beings that she fed
every night of their fear frequency? There were one or two
I saw on TV that was reported as being dead. When we first
began our excursions, they started to just drop off these
pedophiles were dying. It was almost like the police didn't
care at all! When one had a wife, she would, of course, go
in an uproar and try to get the police to help her. They
didn't help her much. Those were usually the wives. They
didn't know about their husband's past, possibly even their
presence of pedophilia. 
       James had a couple neighborhood kids come over the
week his wife was out of town. I knew he was still doing it
because their demeanor was exactly like when the child
would leave the house. 
       OK, I need to stop thinking about all this. I got to get
up, I must get showered, dressed, and I need to get
prepared. 
       I guess I don't have to feed my cat anymore since she
provided on him one night when we couldn't get out to hunt
the guy who our target was because he wasn't even home. 
       Yeah, I learn as I go. I remember a cycle. It is why
every single plan is precise strategic, and covert. 
       I think I will take a shower this morning afternoon,
whatever time of day it is. Then wake Zoe unless, of
course, she wakes herself. Which I've never seen her do. I
wondered about that too! Why doesn't she wake herself up?
Perhaps, she saving frequency by shutting herself down,
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kind of like saving on a utility bill by unplugging things?

You are not using. That's the only thing I came up with.
The history of her people, so to speak, and the first months
I had her, I tried to get her to divulge. She wouldn't want no
refusal on her face, no anger, frustration, sadness, nothing,
just a deadpan look. She never told me anything. 
       I did research online, and many people said they had
Black Eyed kids in their homes, but I knew they were
lying. If a black-eyed kid was given permission to cross the
threshold of someone's home, which was the only way they
could enter it. That person was dead within seconds.
Longest been minutes, they never survived the people who
said they did for lying another way. I knew when people
were lying on these Creepypasta stories about black-eyed
kids. When they outed themselves on what they did for a
living, many targets I noticed of the black-eyed kids were
in jobs big-time jobs. They had to train their selves. They
did not are afraid. Well, that was the purest frequency.
They could get was from a type of person. Someone is a
police officer, an FBI agent, anyone who was put in a
military position at any time in their life. They had been
trained to fight. The black-eyed kid had to do was one first
goal was to ask they could come in. 
       Like I said, they could not go in there because the
higher power, some call him God gave all humans freedom
of will. Just like in the folklore vampire stories. They were
not allowed to go in unless they were invited. If they could
not get in the house, the second goal is to derive some fear
frequency from them the whole time they'd be looking
down until they were denied access. Then they would look
up into the faces of the adults. Black-eyed kids have deep
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voids for eyes. with pull up, your frequency would fear out
of the target even if it were a small one. It was something.
If I was to be comical about it. I would say it was like them
eating chips or a Lunchable. 
       Alright, enough of that, it is time to get up and go take
a shower. Now I think we are only going to be able to hit
one or two tonight. Because I am really starting to feel
drained. Doing this just about every night.
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