The Man on the Moon

Imagine hearing your child describe a man on the moon an eerie figure visiting him at night. What starts as harmless night terrors spirals into eerie lullabies and Chilean encounters. My name is Edwin and here is Ebony. It's true scary story. My story takes place starting in twenty thirteen. We've been in this apartment for less than a year. My son was five years old. He's sixteen now. It always seemed like he would have nights errors. He would start crying in his sleep, making weird noises. We would just hear him whimpering. We really didn't know what was going on. It started getting a little bit more intense. He started screaming and yelling. This would always happen between eleven thirty and twelve o'clock, when I would be getting ready to go to bed. We would go in the room. His body would be straight, it looked like somebody pulled his legs. His feet would go flat, and his hands would be to his side, but he was still sleeping and he would be screaming. The screaming would last for about five minutes. And we lived in an apartment building complex, so I always thought that people would think that we were doing something to my son when he was screaming. After that, he would always yawn and turn right back around and sleep peacefully for the rest of the night. We were dealing with this for about two months. His doctor told me that it was probably him getting into his rim sleep stage, and that we should let him rest and not look at TV or anything for at least thirty to forty five minutes before bed so that he can settle down. Then it just never stopped. One night, I was walking past his room. It was completely dark in there. He had a little nightlight that was behind his dresser, so it kind of illuminated the walls. It wasn't enough to be super bright. When I was walking towards the room, because I heard him whining, I saw some figure standing over by his bed. In a panic, I turned on the lights, but it was nothing bare. I definitely saw a figure standing next to his bed while he was starting the whining stage. Time has gone by. Now I'm in my room and I hear like lullaby music. Like I said, I lived in an apartment complex, so I thought maybe it was coming from the other apartment. I turned the TV down and when I. Was starting to walk towards his room, I saw a dark figure from the side of his bed over to the dresser. The lullaby music stopped. Now I knew that I wasn't seeing things this time, so I just went in there. I snatched him out of his. Room, and I went back in my room, and we waited for my husband to come home. Because it was just me and my son in the house. We were in the living room one day watching TV. I heard the toilet seat slammed down. No one else was in the house, we were all in the front I went back over to the bathroom and said, oh, maybe the toilet seat just fell. When I went back there, the toilet seat was actually still up. It never fell down. But you can hear the noise that it slammed shut. So now I just started being freaked out in my house. I didn't want to say anything to my family. The only person that I knew about it was my husband at the time, and then we had a cat, so I kind of kept saying that, oh, maybe the cat went by and I saw the shadow of the cat, or that maybe he was in the bathroom and he hit the toilet seat. So I kept trying to make sense of him myself. It wasn't until one evening everybody was in their rooms. I went to go take a bath. I was in the bathtub, I decided to lay back relax. I put my cloth over my face and I was just laying there. Sounded as though someone opened the bathroom door. I took it off, thinking it was my husband, order and my son come in, but there was no one there. I closed my eyes and just laid back out of nowhere. It felt like someone snacky in my face. I felt a handprint, the burning sensation. I jumped up out. Of the bathroom, ran out of there and went to go to my husband, and I was like, okay, that's it. At that time, my son started screaming and had another night terror. While I'm panicking trying to talk. To my husband, he starts screaming and we had to rush into his room. And it was just one of his regular or. Screaming night terrors, but this one got a little bit more intense. It lasted way longer, and I thought he was actually going into a seizure. So we called nine one one and have them come out. By the time they got there, of course, my son as fast asleep, and then they had to wake him up to make sure he was okay. He's just looking at us like, why are you waking me up? What's going on? They left, they cleared him, everything was fine. It was a few days later after that I decided to ask my son, do you remember any of these dreams. That you're having at night? Why you're screaming or anything? And he said no, he doesn't remember any nightmares or he wasn't scared when he went to sleep where he didn't think of anything scary. I will never forget those words that came. Out of my five year old mouth. He just came out and said, oh, I talked to the man on the moon. I talked to him sometimes when I go to bed. I asked him who is the man on the moon, And he said he tells me to do bad things? But I don't want to, and I'm always yelling at him to leave me alone. Sometimes when he gets mad, he sets everything on fire and he scratches me with a fork on my thumb. I ask him, what does the man on the moon look like? What is he doing? And he said, oh, he's very big, he's very red. He has a big fork, and he kept saying he scratches my thumb with it when I tell him no. I said, well, does he ever grab you. Or catch you or anything? And he said no. If I say no, he just stagged me with the fork. The next day, I told my mom, I saided, telling her everything that. Was going on. My mom always believes in the Bible, and she believes that there are spirits and that there are angels and demons walking around, so that's why I was happy that I was able to talk to her. We went to church that soun day and we talked to my priest. And I explained to him night terrors. I told the doctor. They kept saying that children have active imaginations, but I just felt that it was something else going on because of all the other things that was happening around. The priest. He said that my son had a bright aurror around him, like he's very protected, and maybe that's why the dreams come and is trying to break that aura, but it can't get through. So he gave us holy water. He gave us Bible verses that we should recite before he goes to bed when he's saying his prayers. He told us to leave the Bible open on a certain page so we could have that verse after we say it. I was supposed to cross him with holy water, and then we will put a rosary that gave us under his pillow. Now my son is still five, so he was really excited about putting the rosary under his pillow. He wants to go to bed and say prayers. The next day, I came into his room and the pages were turned on the Bible. I asked, my husband, did you touch the Bible? Did you change it? He said no. Then, while I was making up his bed, I went to a look for his rosary. I couldn't find the rosary. I asked him, did he take the rosary out at night? What did he wake up? Was he scared or anything? He said no. I was looking all the way, all over the floor, and then I found the rosary under his bed, behind the headboard, not where he can push it. Because he had a toll so there was no gaps where it would just fall through. Someone had to physically take that rosary and put it under the bed for it to be there. I started panicking about that. I told my mom what was going on again. She said, well, you know just continue to keep doing it. Every night, we would read the Bible verse. We would do the Holy Water. A month after that, the night terrace completely stopped. I ended up having another baby. We decided it was time to move. I started freaking out because the place that we were moving to is kind of behind the cemetery. There's a house in between us and the cemetery. All of those memories started coming back. We ended up on December of two thouy fifteen. My second son was born. January eleventh, we were in our new apartment. I started having these strange noises in my house. One night, I'm in. My room and I heard the same lullaby song that I heard those many years ago, and I turned down a TV and I thought, I must be losing my mind. I'm PARANOI. I went towards the room again. I saw a black figure start from his crib and the noise stopped. I'm thinking, now, the cemetery behind me, the past, everything is coming back into play. I started telling my husband, I need to go back to the priest. I need to tell him what's going on. Maybe a week after that, I'm laying in my room and I could not get to sleep because it felt like someone was staring at me. From my hallway. I was turning around and I opened my eyes and next to my dresser, I saw that black figure that I've seen multiple times. This time it did not vanish. I was staring at it while I was trying to move and tap my husband and let him know that something's there. It flew towards me. The only thing that I. Could do at that moment was flip over my husband because it lunched towards me so fast, I. Didn't know what else to do. I ended up flipping over my husband and fell off from the other side of the bed. When he woke up and then was asking me what was wrong. I explained to him what was going on. That black figure that I keep seeing randomly. It's back and it's trying to attack me. I was terrified. I said I was going to go back to the priest, let him know that this is happening all over again. We did the same thing. I had to take the baby to him. They got him baptized, and after that. That was it. Nothing else again. So I don't know if. That black figure was trying to soothe the children or if it was something else, but I know it was the same figure that I saw when my son was my first song was five, and then again when my second song was born, and that's what lunch toward me. So I'm not sure if she was angry with me or if someone who just wanted to be by children, but I would feel this presence in my home, as if someone was always watching me. But I never saw the figure again after we went back and blessed the house got Holy worded for here. Luckily, things have been much better. I did have another baby since, and those things I've always crossed my mind. So my new baby is two. But I've yet to see the black figure or hear any weird lullaby songs or feel. As though someone's watching me. It was only with my two sons. I don't know if it's different because now. I have a daughter. But whenever I think about what happened to my older son, who now sixteen, it just gives me the chills and I will never forget what he told me when he was five years old. I talked to the man. To share your own story with our community, visit as at true scarystory dot com and if you want to support what we do. You can try out Scary Plus for free or drop some stars for us in the reviews links to everything, or in the description of this episode. Thank you very much for listening it Scary everyone. Yes soon