My name is Tim Brown. I am the site owner, administrator, and researcher for The Hat Man Project. The purpose of this site is to research the phenomenon that has come to be known as “The Hat Man.” Reports of The Hat Man and other shadow beings have been on the rise within the last 10-15 years. It was due to my own experience and my awareness of other people’s sightings of The Hat Man that I decided to begin this research project. The aim of this web site is to explore the stories of the many sightings that have been reported. This is the very first and only web site solely devoted to researching, collecting, and archiving information and stories relating to The Hat Man. As more stories are researched and collected they will be posted on this site regularly.

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Before I encountered the Hatman I had a couple experiences with his henchmen the shadow people. Terrifying that experience was indeed as I screamed only to have a hushed raspy whisper leave my throat. My first experience included only one shadow person. The Hatman showed up in my second encounter, this time the shadow person brought back up, anywhere from 3 to 5 shadow people and the Hatman right in front. Yes I was paralyzed and sleeping on the sofa at my parents house. I remember feeling as though he was Chinese somehow because of the look of his hat. I say his hat because he had a distinctly male presence. When they showed up, again I was terrified. I was able to force them out initially by my will, but I was not powerful enough on my own. They brought me back to moment after I forced them out. In reflection I believe that God allowed this to happen so that I may experience the power that the name of and faith in his son Yeshua has in the spirit. So, when they pulled me back into the experience I was able to utter in the hushed raspy voice “Leave in the name of Jesus Christ”. Let this writing be a testimony to the power of his name because that’s the last I’ve seen of both the Hatman and his shadow people. If you are looking to make sense of this cosmic sized asshole and his minions, don’t. Stop trying to make sense of it and know that you have a destiny to serve the living God. That’s why he is “vamping” off your soul. There is no such thing as agnosticism, get off the fence! If you are not consciously serving the Father and aren’t recognizing Yeshua aka Jesus as the gatekeeper you are serving the Hatman…and if the Hatman is not Satan himself it’s definitely one of his higher ups. If you are not under the covering of God, you are unconsciously serving someone under the Luciferian umbrella/pyramid. May God Bless and have mercy on all those […]

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It was the most terrifying experience I’ve ever had. I was always fascinated with ghost stories, horror films, mysteries, even strong spiritual connections… I can honestly say I never truly believed in ghosts though… There was always too much of a question there. If you ever have an experience like this you will never question again as it opens up all kinds of doorways of thoughts on the supernatural. In my house, a 1970s southern home, I have felt a presence before… It often is negative but has also been angelic after my mother passed. There were little things that happened when me and my sister were young… We shared a room together… I had seen a wolf-like creature standing by her nightstand with Neon green glowing eyes… And another timshe saw an angle watching me as I slept. Those visions faded with time and age. One night just a few years ago now I had fallen asleep in my bedroom. I felt something was watching me. My eyes flew open and standing near the foot of my bed, kind of at the side, was a man watching me… He had beady piercing black eyes, he was old but had no wrinkles, white hair and a white short beard. He wore what appeared to be a black trench coat and a rounded long brim Amish looking hat or sharp brimed vintage fedora. His look was dull, stoic, slightly sad, intrigued somehow by me… Menacing because of it. I got the feeling he had been there before. After several good seconds of realizing this was infact real I let out a bloodcurdling scream. I ran up the back of the bed and against the wall. And he vanished before me. I turned on the night lamp and grabbed my phone. Went outside my room and called my sister. What is curious is that my mother passed a year later in the same month. I often think he was a forteller of doom…. Or just a curious entity that wants something but is unsure how to attain it. It helps to know […]

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I first want to say that I am amazed that others saw the same “Hat Man” that I saw as a child. When I was around 3-4years old I lived with my Mother and Brother. My parents were in the middle of separating so my dad was around sometimes. My grandmother passed away when I was 3 years old, my older brother normally stayed the night at her house until then. So my mother let us continue to share a room but got me my own bed and put it in her room. Both rooms were side by side, we had a door between the rooms that my mom always left open and we would get light from the restroom connected to his room, so it was never pitch dark. So I always felt pretty safe in my house, it was really small, old and cozy. I remember the hat man clearly. He scared me; but I do not remember ever suffering from sleep paralysis like many others. He wore a long trench coat, with a top hat to match. I remember the details of his appearance, I could even tell he would breath heavy when he leaned over to look at me sometimes, or I could feel the swift air move when he would dart across the room. I believe he was a 3d image, he looked real to me, yet with a slight cartoon feel or flat feel that made me know he was not a human. Usually I would be wide awake when I saw him, he would be wandering around the room, as if he were looking for something. He moved fast, but he would stop and look over at me kinda acknowledging that I was watching him. Then he would move directly towards me and hover over me and just stare for a moment, I usually tensed up and would either turn my head or cover it with my sheet. I remember covering my face once and still seeing him moving though the sheet, the way it would look if an actual person were there. […]

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The first time I seen this figure I was about 16. I was lying in bed and couldn’t sleep. From where my bed was positioned I could see down the hallway. I seen him standing down the hallway outside my brothers room. He was facing my brothers bedroom door so I was looking at a side profile. He was tall, wearing a long trench coat and a fedora like hat. He had no distinguishable features, it was dark as the hallway light was on yet I still couldn’t see any features like mouth or eyes. I was frozen with fear and after a minute or so he just walked into my brothers room and out of view. I lay terrified waiting for something to happen because I just knew it was something more realistic than a ghost. After about 15 minutes of lying terrified I got up the courage to go wake my parents, their bedroom was just passed my brothers so as I was passing I looked around the room as quickly as I could, my brother was still sound asleep, and no talk man in sight. My dad searched the house making sure I hadn’t seen an intruder and it was just shrugged off that I had been seeing things. For months later I seen the exact same thing, he was standing in the same place and walked away in the same way. Until one night he was standing at the foot of my bed. He wasn’t looking at me, but looking down towards the floor, frozen with fear I shouted for my parents as loud as I could in that moment, and again he just slowly walked away out of view. My parents again thought nothing of it. One night I woke up to the feeling of someone sitting down on the end of my bed, over in the corner there he was. I wasn’t sleeping because he had me feeling terrified but then I started seeing him in broad daylight. For example I was in the kitchen making a sandwich, and from the side of my […]

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I have experienced hat man and his entities many times in my life. My first memory of life is dreaming. My body is stiff and I am unable to move. No light. Just the feeling of warmth and a soft constant vibration. They were comforting. The dark shift didn’t begin until I was about five. I remember all these experiences like they just happened to me last night. My first experience wasn’t the hat man. It was just a shadow in a humanoid shape. I remember the first night my body fell into sleep almost instantly, but my mind and eyes were still awake. I don’t think my eyes were open because it was like looking through a black veil and all the shadows where alive. I could hear snoring. It was like the snoring enveloped me and I felt it vibrating my body. It started off with a pattern then it became constant and the pressure begain. It was a soft vibration first then I remember it reached a point to where it was painful. Almost felt like pins and needles all over my body. As soon as it reached to the point of pain I felt a presence. It felt cold, like a freezing wind was blowing through my room. I tried to move to but I couldn’t. I remember feeling scared and trying to thrash out of the pressure. In the midst of the thrashing I can see the shadow to the left of me standing by my bedroom door. I remember the feeling like it was enjoying my fear. I fell out of my bed but I awoke in my bed covered in sweat screaming for my mother. I seen the shadow many times through my childhood, all it would do is watch me as I tried to break out of the paralysis. As the years progressed I became less scared and had more control of my dreams. I studied them more and started having lucid dreams. Hat man didn’t visit me until I was in my teens. It always started the same, the snoring noise, […]

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