Sixteen years ago I worked in an old bank building. The bathrooms were down in the basement. While I was down there I was alone I opened the stall door and directly in front of me about 12 feet away was the Hat Man. I looked right at him and he looked at me. His features were not all clear (sort of blurry or rubbed out looking) but his coloring was white. He wore a black sort of old fashioned suit with sort of a long black overcoat over it. He had on a black bowler hat. I blinked a few times and he was still there and then quickly faded away like he was never there. I will never forget it. He just stood there. I haven’t seen him since.
By Shel Weelet