Unlike the few stories I read, I saw the Hatman when I was much older. I was 53 years old. My wife and I came home from dinner one Friday night in October. I was sitting on the couch watching TV and was starting to get sleepy. I told my wife I was going out for a walk to wake up. As I was returning to my house, I saw a man approaching me in the distance. He was wearing all black, in a style of clothes that reminded me of Sherlock Holmes. I thought it peculiar and stopped at the bottom of my driveway and watched him as he walked closer. It was starting to get dark and the street lights were on but there still was some light in the sky. He stepped off of the sidewalk and into the street under a light about 30 yards from me. He turned and faced me and just stood there. I realized he wasn’t human and thought about running inside. Instead I decided to get a closer look. I said a quick prayer, asking God to have my back. I took about three steps towards the Hatman bad he ran. He went from zero to about 25 mph instantly. When he ran, his foot speed didn’t seem to match his speed and there was no sound from his footsteps.
