I used to sleep in a room upstairs and left the door open. Every night I never slept. I would always run to my mum’s room. On one night in particular I tried getting out to go to my mum’s bed but I felt it was safest to not move. Looking out of my door I could see a black figurine walking past my door and then step towards my room, pausing at the entry of my door. He just stared in. On many accounts I had felt him near or somewhat with us. `On another night I was just falling asleep when I could hear angry moaning coming from beneath my bed and then my bed lifting, then to drop to the floor again. It didn’t lift high up at all, but it should never have been lifted! Always from then I had the feeling he was in that room, I had always called him Bill for some strange reason, even though he had never talked to me or anything. He was just always Bill, the man in the hat.
By Selena Son