Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Back in 2008 I posted a story about a ghost called Tebray ( The Boogeyman Whispered ‘Tebray’ ) and how he used to torture me when I was 3. I am now 16, 17 in July and live in a town called Hebburn. I thought it would be good to reminisce and go back to all the previous houses I had lived in, including the one in Longbenton also known as the devil’s house where Tebray was.

This is how it went, me and my friend went on a trip to Longbenton and I didn’t realize I was walking past my old house where Tebray was. My eyes were glued to the window where the sitting room was. I ran from the front to the house to the back where my old bedroom was. I was thinking that its been too long to hold this fear anymore, so I decided to confront them. As soon as I spotted my bedroom, a nightmare/flashback appeared, and I started to shiver and turn stone cold. My friend at this point was getting very worried and started to usher me away, but it was like I was super glued to the floor, frozen.

I stared into my bedroom where I saw him again. I felt the same as what I did back in the day when he used to hurt me. Cold, alone, lost, dead. A tear streamed down my eye, as I couldn’t believe after this long he was still there. He lifted his head once again and pointed at me and said “you!” My eyes widened and I snapped myself back together and ran away tears streaming down my face, shaking a if I spent all night in a freezer.

That night I went back to Hebburn where I now currently lived. As soon as I stepped into the door my mum knew something was wrong. I felt no energy left in me so instead of telling her, I just went to bed. That night I woke up for the toilet and I saw him standing outside my room. I screamed, I couldn’t believe he followed me. I took a fit and my mum had to resuscitate me. I pointed at him, but then he faded away.

The next day I explained to my mum what had happened and where I went that yesterday. She hugged me and said “he cant hurt you, grandma wont let him babe.” My grandma died when I was 4 years old, she was the one from stopping hurting me back then, as I said to my mum at the age of three that he couldn’t hurt me no more, as grandma wouldn’t let him.

The next night I slept in my mums bed. Practically stuck to her back, and then again I needed the toilet. I woke up and there he was leaning over my mum again. He whispered “Tebray.” I screamed and my mum suddenly woke up and try to calm me down. This is happening all over again I knew it. I regretted ever walking past that house in Longbenton. Now he’s back. Enough is enough I thought the next day, so I shouted in my bedroom, if your going to haunt me again, do it now, I’m not frightened anymore, you will not get the better of me like you did when I was three. I felt a sudden gush of ice cold run through me, but I wasn’t giving in. I screamed “is that all you got, sorry but its not scaring me?” Then he appeared at the bottom of the stairs. I just stared at him, didn’t feel frightened, I just felt angry. He looked up and whispered “Tebray” turned around and walked through the front door. I felt relieved that I could finally get on with my life and not have that fear of him. I can now listen to that X Files tune without being scared. The X Files story is a whole different story what he used to do when I was younger. One day I will share it but for now thank you for reading this update of him.

Sent in by Natalie Nelson, Copyright 2010