Texas has always had lonely roads at night.
People are used to silence and darkness—but not to the endless knocking at their doors.

They are known as the Black-Eyed Children—kids with pale faces, flat voices, and eyes as black as void. They cannot enter your house or your car… unless you give them permission.

Ethan, a freshman in Texas, never believed in such folklore.
Until one night, when he stopped at an old gas station, a child tapped on his car window and whispered:

"Please… let us in."

Since then, Ethan has never truly been alone again.

The road was empty, filled only with the hum of crickets and the weary growl of an old pickup truck.


A middle-aged man pulled over at a gas station long abandoned.


The neon signs still flickered faintly, though the electricity had died years ago. He crouched down, inspecting a loose tire.


Then, a small voice cut through the night.


"Mister… we're cold. Can we get into your truck?"


The man turned. Two children stood there. They looked ordinary—thin jackets, faces pale from the chill.


But when the moonlight touched their eyes… they were solid black. Empty. Lightless.


"Stay away… stay the hell away from me!"


The child's lips curled into a faint smile.


"You looked into our eyes. That means… you've already given us permission."


The man's scream echoed across the empty Texas road.


Oh my gosh, it turns out I've been typing the prologue in English wrong all this time!! It should be 'prologue'😭🥲sad.And the reason why I wrote a horror novel like this is because... I'm interested in horror stories in the United States! It's suspenseful! Very interesting! Fantastic!Actually, there are many, but I'll try to make this one first. Hopefully it's good, and thank you for those who have read this novel of mine, if you are interested, you can visit my account, that's all, thank you☺️🙏🏻.


Prologue