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.
“I felt uneasy from the get-go, but proceeded to tell give him details about the Chevy,” Paul said. Talking about the vehicle, Paul tried to figure out why the boy’s presence set his nerves afire –he discovered why. “I noticed his eyes were jet black. They had no pupils or irises. I was taken back immediately.”
At that moment, Paul saw the teen wasn’t alone.
“There was a second youth there with him, standing at the end of the walk that leads to my front porch to the front of my garage,” Paul said. The girl stood 15 to 20 feet from him. “She looked to be about the same age or maybe younger. She had blonde hair that also looked unkept, and was wearing an old, faded dress.”
The girl didn’t speak, and she never took a step closer. She just stood at the end of the walk, smiling.
“I couldn’t tell if her eyes were the same as the boy’s, but looking back, it wouldn’t have surprised me if they were,” he said.
“After I finished telling the boy about the SUV, he asked me if I could take him for a ride in it,” Paul said. “Again, I felt very uneasy and said that I was busy. The boy again asked if I could just take him for a ride so he could see how it worked. Again, I declined.”
The boy kept asking for a ride, alone with Paul.
“During that time, I never once mentioned the price of the vehicle, and he never asked about it,” Paul said. “He only continued to ask that I give him a ride in the Chevy so he could, ‘see how it worked.’ Those were his exact words.”
After a few minutes of pleading, Paul said he had to leave.
“I told him that I was very busy and needed to go, and I then slammed the door shut and locked it,” he said. “It wasn’t until I went into the kitchen to get myself a drink that I realized how scared I was.”
Paul’s hands shook so badly he couldn’t open a can of soda. After a few minutes, he began to relax, took a drink, and called his wife.
“I told her what had happened,” he said. “While I was on the phone, I looked outside to see if the boy and his girlfriend were still there looking over the SUV, but they were gone.”
Paul eventually asked his neighbors if they had seen the teenagers, but none of them had, nor had they seen them in the area before – and Paul hoped it stayed that way.