Mysterious, Out-Of-Place Children
The ten-year-old boarded the airplane in Vancouver in
silence, a girl about the same age followed in his wake. Shannon sat in a
seat at the rear of the airliner, holding her 18-month-old, and watched
the children as they walked down the aisle. Shannon’s now ex-husband
had taken their two-year-old to the bathroom, leaving her alone with the
As the ten-year-olds approached, Shannon quickly understood something
was wrong with the boy. “His coloring was unrealistically perfect,” she
said. “Bright blue eyes that gave off energy and light. I felt like he
could see every little thing about me, deeply into my soul and mind. It
was hard, but I maintained eye contact.”
The boy’s salmon-colored polo perfectly matched the color of his
lips, offsetting his lightly tan skin, and those deep blue eyes. “He was
unnervingly intelligent.” Shannon watched the children as they slowly
made their way toward her, the boy radiating a feeling that drew her
breath short. “I knew right away he wasn’t a child and wasn’t human,”
Shannon looked down, away from the gaze of this strange child. His voice brought her eyes back to his.
”A bit stressful?” he asked.
She mumbled a quiet, “Yes, it is,” and he walked away.
“I knew something was odd before I looked up, because what human
ten-year-old notices a stressed-out mom six or seven rows back?” she
The girl shuffled behind the boy, trying to stay out of people’s
memory. “She never made eye contact and had her head down,” Shannon
said. “Very non-descript. His opposite. I was too interested in his eyes
to care about her.”
The children took seats six rows in front of Shannon who sat in the
very back row. When the plane landed in Minnesota, Shannon thought her
family was the last to deplane, but six rows up she found the strange
boy staring at her. “He was waiting for me, turned towards me, watching
me walk towards him,” she said. “I felt quite shy and had a hard time
maintaining eye contact but did so. I felt like he wanted me to stay and
talk, but I followed my family out, none of whom reacted to the two
kids.” The girl never made eye contact; she simply stared at her shoes.
Shannon watched for these children as she deplaned and waited for her
luggage at the baggage carrousel. Shannon never saw the children again.
“They disappeared off the plane,” she said. “They were the last ones on
and we waited for a long time … and they never got off.” She asked her
ex-husband about the boy years later; he never saw him.
There are people in our periphery, people who shuffle past as we walk
down city streets, stand behind us in checkout lines, or pause for a
lingering stare. These people would normally inhabit the background of
our attention, filling spaces occupied by city noise, pedestrians, and
passing cars – except for their presence. There’s something strange
about these people, something uncomfortable, something inhuman.
It’s even more disturbing when these people are children. Shannon
isn’t alone in encountering children who seem to be so much more.
When 18-year-old Myra Thom and her mother stepped from a corner
bakery back onto the streets of Sikatuna, Philippines, Myra expected
them to walk to the next store for their weekly shopping trip. She
didn’t expect to walk into something disturbing.
She heard a voice, a tiny voice. “We both distinctly heard the voice
of a small child calling my name,” Myra, now 40, said. “My name was
pronounced clearly, as if by an adult, but when my mother and I turned,
we saw that it was a very small child maybe just a little over a year
old. He could not walk on his own yet.”
Two women who appeared to be nearly identical, both wearing blue
jeans and white shirts, stood on either side of the strange child
holding one of the child’s little hands. The child, with chubby cheeks
and curly light brown, stared at Myra, and that stare chilled her. “The
little boy was looking straight at me with a knowing, absolutely
unchildlike gaze,” Myra said. “It was as if he knew something about me
that I did not know.”
The baby smiled faintly at Myra, never moving his gaze from hers.
“The most unusual or strange thing about him was the expression on his
face. It was definitely, absolutely not something you would expect to
see on the face of a child that young,” Myra said. “It was a knowing
look, almost malicious, and it was made even stranger by the fact that
it was coming from a child that looked like the very depiction of the
cherubim in the church.”
As the trio walked by, Myra realized she never got a good look at the
women, although they appeared to be typical Filipino women. The child
seemed to be Caucasian. “They both had their backs turned,” Myra said.
“The baby was twisting its head and body all the way around just to
stare at me, and it stayed that way all the way to the corner until they
disappeared from our view.”
Twenty-two yeas later, this seems to Myra as having happened
yesterday. Unlike Shannon’s ex-husband, there is a witness. “My mother
corroborates this,” Myra said. “What really struck her about the child
is that weird look on its face that was very unchildlike and the fact
that it did not remove its gaze from me while we were within viewing
distance of each other.”
Although the encounter still baffles Myra, it does provide her with
some comfort. “I consider it a gift from the universe, for it gave me
what I consider to be my first real proof that there is something out
there beyond what we normally believe to be absolute reality,” she said.
“But at the same time it has also always worried me. Was the child an
angel, a demon, an alien, a ghost, an elemental? What was its purpose in
calling my name?”
Thanks to: http://mysteriousuniverse.org