I remember my encounter with the Hat Man very well. I was about 7 or 8 years old, living in a shabby 3-bedroom rental home. The layout of the house was odd. As I walked out of the living room and into the entryway, I noticed that it stretched into an extra living room. This information will be of use later.
While passing through the doorway, my body felt really light but heavy at the same time. It’s one of those things you have to experience to understand. The best way to describe it is the feeling you get when you’re going up and down a hill at a fast pace in a car. I somehow knew that I had just gone through something, and my heart sank in my chest. When I turned around to figure out what it was, I saw a tall male figure wearing a black suit and hat. He was looking straight ahead and had no face, or if he did, it looked like a black hole. He held a brown suitcase and wore black gloves. I could feel my throat tighten up from tension. Even though my grandma was on the couch in front of me, I had a feeling that then was not the time to tell her what I saw. For a while, I didn’t. But I knew he was still around.
I can’t remember if this was before or after that incident, but there was a time when my grandma and I were on the couch in the living room watching TV and heard a thud. I walked into the entry room to see what it was, and I found that a cross had fallen off the wall. However, it had landed further away from the wall than it would have if it had just fallen straight down. It looked like it flew outward instead.
My mom mentioned feelings of being watched when she showered.
My grandma and I shared the same bed in the back room of the house. In the middle of the night, we both woke up startled. She asked me if something had touched my leg, and I told her yes. But it just felt like a caress. She then told me that what felt like a hand had grabbed her and tugged her. I could feel it happening, so of course, I believed her.
I had never experienced paranormal activity so many times in one living space before.
I have a feeling that the other experiences were not related to the Man in the Hat, and I haven’t seen him since. Now, I am 17 years old.