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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A frequent reader of of our site recently submitted a serious of 3 images that claim to be of the Hatman himself. I am including these pictures for your viewing. So what do you think? Are these pictures none other than the Hatman himself? Perhaps of another Shadow being? Or something else? Comment below and let us know what you think!

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I was 23 when I saw what I think experienced what people call the Hatman. It was by far the most terrifying experience of my life. First let me say it was early morning and still dark. My mother and I are both nurses so working day shift we left early for work before daylight. I was staying with my mom to save up money ( Single Mom worries). My mother would drop my 5 year old son off to day care for me because it was on her way to work. We lived on five acres, with large lights on wooden poles throughout the property that turned on by a timer. It gave a sense of protection because it could get really dark. But this illusion was dispelled instantly that morning. Walking to our vehicles I noticed a man standing under one of the lights closest to the house. I couldn’t see his clothes per say but their outlines. He didn’t have a trench coat, it looked to be mid thigh victorian era coat tapered,, he had on boots from what the outline suggested, a stove hat, and he was looking at a watch on a chain. He didn’t cast a shadow of his own. He was black as night. It’s amazing the things that go through your head when something like this is happening. I could feel the evil coming off him in waves. It was almost like my adrenaline was about to make my heart explode. I was so terrified I actually felt my eyes dilate. I began screaming at my mother to put my son in the car, just go. Go right the fuck now. Not my usual vocbulary. Plus they couldn’t see or feel what I was feeling. My mother kept yelling what’s wrong , what’s wrong? I walked back to her car and put my son in the seat and literally forced my mom into leaving without me. All the while it’s watching. I can’t see it smiling …but I can. If that makes sense. It made me sick to my stomach. We had […]

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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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