At the age of 9 I first seen him. It was the middle of the night located in Massachusetts; I was sleeping and suddenly felt like something was watching me, I woke up and in the corner of my room was a shadow of a man wearing a trench coat and a top hat. I would close my eyes and he would just disappear. Between the ages of 9 and 15 he would continue to visit it me, always at night and in the corner of my room. I kind of got use to him. He never did anything to harm me he would just stand there and watch me sleep. Eventually he stopped showing up and I always wondered where he went. The only one who believed me was my brother. I never though about it again til my husband showed me this.
