Black-Eyed Kids in North Dakota
A knock on Paul’s front door pulled him from work. He stood from the desk in his home office in a small North Dakota town and walked downstairs.
He didn’t find what he expected on that April 2011 day.
“I found a young boy who appeared to be about 16 or 17 standing on my front porch,” Paul said.
The thin teenager wore almost threadbare corduroy pants and dress shirt that hung off his body; black, unkempt hair hung lifelessly around his face.
“He asked me about a Chevy Tracker that I had sitting in front of my garage with a ‘For Sale’ sign on it,” Paul said. “He spoke very clearly and slowly in a rather monotone voice. It was like he was trying to force his words to make a point to me. He never said anything threatening, he only asked me to tell him about the vehicle.”
But there was something odd about the boy that set Paul on edge.











