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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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.

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My experience happened about 8 years prior to submitting this story. I was 20 years old, and never had a paranormal experience before, or after. The girl I was living with at the time and I were discussing ouija boards, and I had brought up the fact that I had never “played” (I know now that just because the company that distributes monopoly also mass produces ouija boards it doesn’t make it a toy) with one. She used to be in to witchcraft, and black Magic, and was knowledgeable enough to know that you can make your own ouija board with the same effectiveness as any other. So we did.. Now, I don’t recall asking any questions that brought us to this point, as I only recall asking standard, testing the waters, type questions. “Rhonda”, the name the entity gave us, was guiding our conversation to where I believe it wanted it to go. Before I knew it we were being told to, “go behind”, and find a “rustud gun” (the entities spelling. I remember it misspelling some other fairly simple words, but am blanking on the specific words). We asked if there was any other entities in the house. The entity, (I call it that because for all I know this “other” entity could have been tricking us the whole time to gain our trust), told us that there was a man. We asked if the entity would talk to the man and ask if he would speak to us. The entity simply told us it was afraid. When we asked, “why?” The entity told us it couldn’t talk to us anymore. After about 30 seconds the temperature began to noticeably drop, and we had a cat at the time that started to spazz out for no reason. Usually a timid cat, he started sprinting around us, and the ouija board, but when he got close to the ouija board he’d stop and back away. He couldn’t go within a foot of it. I asked if “Rhonda” was still there. I used a pendulum as the conduit between me […]

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