When I was between the ages of 10-13 (i can’t remember exactly how old I was), I was sleeping over at my cousin’s house. I was staying in my cousin Amber’s room. Amber was born with spina bifida and wasn’t expected to live past 18. Anyways I was staying in her room and fell asleep. I don’t know what woke me up, but the next thing I remember is laying on my back, stating at a coat rack in her room, unable to move or even speak from fear. I saw the dark outline of a man with a broad brimmed hat and trench coat right where the coat rack was. I kept telling myself it was just the shadows of the clothes, and made it a point to look again in the morning to see if those clothes could make that shape. They didn’t. It wasn’t until yesterday that I realized I had been seeing the Hatman. I have never been frozen in fear like that before. Was the only experience I ever had like that. Don’t know why he decided to show up when he did.
