I didn’t know there was a “Hat Man Phenomenon” until this evening. I thought the experience was mine, alone, until I watched a documentary on sleep paralysis today. I was struck by the similarities that some of the people experienced to what I experienced as a teenager in the mid to late 80s, and decided to Google it, by describing the characteristics of what I saw. I will give a description here: I was around 15 years old and had stayed up late in the family room watching tv while the rest of the family slept upstairs. I was tired so I turned the tv off and fell asleep on the couch. I had been asleep for a little while when I faintly heard someone call my name. I was tired, and I also wasn’t quite sure I heard anything at all, so I ignored it and fell back to sleep easily. A few seconds later, I heard it again, only more pronounced. I opened my eyes and saw 2 people sitting in the chairs opposite the couch on the other side of the room. At that time, I vaguely remember thinking it must have been my parents. The 2 figures stood up and slowly started moving toward me. At this point, I was not afraid. I was under the impression that I had “sleep” in my eyes, or my eyes wouldn’t open far enough to see past my eyelashes. All I could see were these 2 dark figures. One was very tall, and as I described it to my mother the next day, appeared to be wearing a hat similar to Abraham Lincoln’s, with a long trench coat type of jacket. The other appeared to be a shorter female type body. But I could see no details. No faces. Nothing but a semi-solid dark black outline. Sort of. It is hard to explain. It was solid looking and I could tell it was 3D. So anyway, back to the incident. As they came toward me across the room, I was still not afraid. I was confused. I kept blinking […]

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I only saw the Hatman once, 30 years ago, but once was enough to make me uneasy for a long time to come, may be for the rest of my life. When I was six or seven, my little brother and I shared a bedroom; I had the top bunk and he had the bottom bunk. It seems to me I was just becoming aware of ghosts, goblins and ghouls at that time due to seeing a movie at a friend’s place that was not appropriate for the innocence of my age. The night he appeared was a night like any other, nothing stands out except for the experience itself and my dream… I was dreaming that I was being unloaded from a hospital stretcher off an ambulance. I didn’t know what a hospital stretcher looked like or maybe not even what an ambulance was, but I knew that this dream was meant to make me uncomfortable. I also remember that the dream was all in black and white. Suddenly in my dream, I sat up in the hospital stretcher and I soon found out that I simultaneously and involuntarily sat up out of my bed facing immediately ahead. My eyes opened (also involuntarily) and there at the end of my bed was something that to me looked a lot like my grandma; thick, black eyebrows, goading eyes, a few strands of a beard and a sort of shapeless, doughy, white face, dressed in black, with a black hat. I was a witch for Halloween around that time, so I automatically assumed the thing to be female and a witch because of the hat, but it’s only recently that I’ve learned of the Hat Man and I now have no doubt that’s what it was. He would have had to have been very tall to look in at me in my top bunk, which I think reached his chest. He smiled at me and whispered, “Hi Cassie” and began to swirl away to nothing. I was terrified. I climbed down the ladder of my bunk bed, teeth chattering and knees […]

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The Hat Man may well be one of my first memories. A shrink recently asked about the earliest things I could remember. Hanging other, far more vague fragments on a timeline of known events, I can say with clarity that I met him when I was about 2 1/2 years old. I didn’t know he had a name until today. In 1974, I lived in Springfield, Ark., and woke to see a man standing at the foot of my parents’ bed. It was about 10 p.m., likely a Friday night from other clues, and I had been put to bed alone at some point earlier in the evening. I remember sensing someone’s presence and thinking it was Daddy, who was in the military at the time and due to return home in the next week. In my mind’s ear, I still can hear Mama and my aunt talking in the living room at the far end of the house. No one else was home. We lived on a rural dirt road more than a mile from the nearest highway. The nearest neighbors were at least half a mile away. The room was dim, but the man was far darker, simultaneously camouflaged and defined by shadow. Two indistinct red glints suggested his eyes. He stood there at length, still and silent, then suddenly fled. He wore a caped trenchcoat and what I later came to recognize as a fedora. Neither of these was a common sight in rural Arkansas in the mid-’70s. Neither was anything I ever would see a relative wear. Neither was anything I would describe for anyone until today. His stature matched the track for a pair of heavy gold-fabric curtains drawn shut on a single closed window. There was no hat stand or coat rack in the room — just a plain dresser and open door to my left, a lowboy dresser along the far wall, and the bed in which I lay. This was a standard Ranch-style bedroom framed by right angles and wood paneling, nothing to lend itself to tricks of light and shadow. I […]

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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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One day my friend and I were sitting at the dining room table talking when I suddenly felt a lightning bolt flash through my head that doubled me over in my chair momentarily. As I slowly sat back up, I looked to my right and saw the ghostly figure of a man, approximately 6 ft. tall, clad in a long frock coat, with his hands in the pockets and he was wearing a broad-brimmed hat. He had entered the outside living room wall and swiftly walked straight across the living room into my friend’s sister’s bedroom where she happened to be at the time; she was reading a magazine on her bed, as I recall. Once he was out of sight, I looked at my friend and noticed that he was looking at me with wide eyes and his mouth wide open. I asked, “Did you see that too”? and he shook his head, saying “Yes I did”. We quietly walked into his sister’s bedroom to see if she had noticed anything strange and she was quite unaffected by the mysterious being. Apparently the “flash” effect I felt must have had something to do with the energy the being used as he penetrated the living room wall. My friend’s sister’s boyfriend had died in a car accident some eight months earlier and, at that time I thought the specter might have been his ghost coming to say “goodbye” to his girlfriend. Flash forward about 30 years and I began reading stories online about “shadow people” and “Hat Man”. Now I believe the two incidents may have been unrelated, but I still have questions regarding these strange beings. By William Tatum

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