I was an average three year old little girl, who liked to play with dolls and Barbie’s. I didn’t know what a ghost was and now I’m 15 years old and the fear and the nightmare still stays with me.
This is how it all started. My mum tucked me into bed and kissed me goodnight, “sweet dreams” she said. But that night was far from sweet.
I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. And there was a man standing at my door. I didn’t know who he was. I said “hello”, but he just stood there and didn’t say anything. I then said to him “I need the toilet, excuse me”, but he would not move. I moved closer towards him. He lifted his head and glared into my eyes. A cold shiver went straight down my spine and I started to get goose bumps. He then suddenly vanished.
I went to the toilet and then went into my mums room. The man was now leaning over my mums bed then he turned his head and looked at me. He whispered, “tebray”. Again the shiver went down my spine. This wasn’t good. I screamed “MOMMY WAKE UP.”
She woke up, then again he suddenly faded. A couple of nights passed, then he appeared again when I needed the toilet, only thing is though, he was standing outside of it and wouldn’t let me go. So I wet myself and screamed the house down.
A few months went past and he was still torturing me, I didn’t know what to do, I was too scared to fall asleep. My mum started to get worried, I wasn’t sleeping, I couldn’t eat. So she decided to move out.
When every thing was out and my granddad had shut all of the windows and was about to lock the front door, my bedroom door slammed shut even though there were no windows open. So I wasn’t imagining things. There really is such a thing as the boogey man, I should know I lived through it.
This story is based on a true story, and Natalie Nelson had to live her life petrified. This was real and you are the first people I’ve ever shared my story with, just to let you know that there is such thing called the boogeyman. I should know I’ve lived through it.
Written by Natalie Nelson, Copyright 2008
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I looked up the word tebray, all I found out was that its a name
Maybe it has something to do with it?
I’m going to look up Tebray myself and see what i can come up with.
That story REALLY gave me the chills.
What were his eyes like, what colour? Can you remember how he was dressed?
Hi its natalie. his eyes were dark, had no emotion whatsoever to it. the face will and forever haunt me. he returned not so long ago. and now im ntat all scared, i just laugh as he will never have the power over me again x
Just got to say further, i was expecting a right load of old bull from the title and nearly didn’t bother reading it – but glad i did now.
This is all i could come up with:
Look at the second line:
“This is the first time in my eight years as Commissioner that I am able to say that,” commented Commissioner Khoo to riotous laughter. He ended his speech with a traditional Malay poem:
Pasang surut ombak mengalir,
Lautan Tebray, berpagar tagak,
Talian persahabtan, talian air,
Walau dicincang, diputus tidak.
Roughly translated, it means-
Although we are separated by the boundaries of water,
Which has its high and low tides,
Our friendship behaves as water itself,
Because while it is flowing, It cannot be stopped.
That name has really got me intrigued
Awesome story, I better keep a look out because one night I could wake up and it be breathing down my neck, oh yeah on Nov.1 2006 I woke up in the middle of the night and saw some kind of figure I didn’t look at its face because I was too scared, but I closed my eyes and then it went
ive had a similar exprence i was like 8 and i woke up and was scared cuz it was raining so i walked down stairs to go sleep with my grandma i woke her up but she wouldnt let me sleep with her and she walked me up to my room half way up the stair case was i guy i stoped and told my grandma that i didnt want her to go up there she kept trying so i let go of her hand and rand back to her room and hid under the covers i peeked out of the covers and he walked in and i started to scream and then i woke up in my grandmas bed under the covers. how crazy is that eh
Jeez! Same with me. When i was about 4 i woke up and right next to my bed was a man. I blinked and he wasn’t there.
well stuff like that hapens to me all the time this happened to me bout a year ago or so, i was sleeping over my grandmas house and my grandpa just passed away like 3 weeks ago and i was sleeping in the room he passed away in and i was awoken by my little cousin saying he wanted to sleep with me but i was on like 10 sooo i said ok and he woke me up and said im leaving im going to sleep with grandpa and i was like wat and he said bye and i said “com here, and i told him that grandpa is with god and he” and he said no he was standing rite there and he said i love u and he said ill b with u’ and then i relized it really was him and he told my little cousin bye i started crying and then we fell asleep and i woke and saw my grandpa standing ovr the bed and he bent over and kissed my cousins head and my head and i went over to wake up my little cousin and then i guess i woke up
a few years ago i wouls see a man like standing in my door way at night. then when i moved out of my moms house i didnt see him. unfortunetly i had to move back in and now i see him standind over my son at night.
maybe put a cross in his room.see if that will work.
I saw a figure walking down my basement stairs when I was 8 or so. I wasn’t threatened I have a feeling it was my grandfather because he died before I got out of the hospital as a baby so I think it was him checking up on me before fully passing over