My dance teacher told us this story in the middle of a black out at her dance studio.
Almost as soon as her mum brought her home as an infant, odd things would happen around her; she was flipped off the change table as a tiny infant when her mother’s hands were on her, for instance, and her bassinet would rock itself. She was nine when the Moon Man first appeared.
On the wall of her bedroom she had a childish, cartoonish sketch of an enchanted tree with a smiling moon between its branches and children playing underneath it. It had no significance to her family, just something that had always been in the house. She woke up to find the Moon Man at the end of her bed; he wasn’t smiling like in the picture and he had a tall, slender body in the form of a twisted tree trunk. His fingers were long, spindly, twisted branches and his face was like it was a charcoal sketch; large, moon-like and round with black scribbled holes for his eyes.
She woke one night to see him standing at the foot of the bed, and screamed for her mother like any typical kid, probably thinking it was a nightmare. Her mum came running in and switched on the light but it was a few seconds after the light was turned on that he disappeared. She woke to find the Moon Man again and again, and she would call for her mum and the Moon Man would disappear a few seconds after the light was on. Her mum could never see him and couldn’t do anything about him. Coming closer and closer each night, she willed herself to sleep, eventually, and after roughly three months he just disappeared and was forgotten.
Fast forwarding to a gathering when she was twenty-one, my dance teacher was with her sister and a group of ten other ladies. One of them was a supposed psychic and they set up a game where you’d tie a ribbon around your neck and it would change colour when you looked in the mirror (I can’t remember the details of the game very well). Everyone tied their ribbon around their neck and looked in the mirror, but before my dance teacher could see what colour her ribbon had changed, she could feel something tightening around her throat.
Choking and spluttering, the ladies gathered around her and tried to pull the ribbon off. Nothing was working so the psychic friend said to her swear and curse, at whatever the thing was, in her mind was and hopefully it would leave. She forced herself to do this and slowly the grip around her neck loosened. Calming herself down, she left for the bathroom and inspected her throat in the mirror.
Spindly, long and thin finger marks were imprinted as red marks around her throat.