The Black-Eyed Girls

Greetings, kiddies.  I, CREEPS, have quite a tale for you this SLIME!  It's a CREEPY-CAUTION-SCARY piece, about being careful when answering your door at FRIGHT!  
A slight knock was heard on the front door of a bungalow down, in Orlando, Florida, in 1998, late one night.  A man got out of his living room chair, where "The Andy Griffith Show" had come on, on his t.v.  He answered the door.  There were two little girls outside.  One was in a black cloak and hood, with long, brown-hair that was straight.  The other wore a black dress, black tap-dance shoes, white socks up her legs and a white scarf.  She also had long, straight, brown hair.  The girls both had pale-white skin and their eyes were as black as night, without any whites or pupils, just solid-black.  "Hello, sir, may we use your telephone please?" they asked the man in a plain-voice, that was expressionless.  The girl with the scarf, held a blue ball in her hands. "Uh, yes.  Are you okay, dears?" the man answered, asking and looking closely at their blackened-eyes.  "Thank you sir" they replied, plainly.  He let them inside and showed them his phone.  The girl in the cloak and hood, dialed a number and the man picked up his glass of beer in his living-room.  When he looked out into the hall where his phone was, the girls were not there and the phone was hung up.  "Hello?" he said, looking around.  The blue ball the one girl held, rolled out of the man's kitchen and down the hallway to him.  "Alright, please stop playing around kids!" the man called, picking it up and going into his kitchen.  The man found no one in his little kitchen, but heard the giggling of the girls.  He turned around, seeing the black-eyed girls in the corner, standing.  "We needed to call home to our planet.  We are extra-terrestrials sir.  There are many more of us on this Earth, known as The Black-Eyed Children.  Thank you!" they explained to him, in their plain, expressionless-voices.  They glared at him, with their pitch-black eyes and the man passed out of fright.  He woke on his kitchen-floor, finding no trace of the black-eyed girls in his kitchen, nor of the one's blue ball.  
I guess the girls were really ON THE BALL, with calling home eh, kiddies?  Ha-Ha!  And talk about EYEING SOMEONE DOWN Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee!