I was 7 when I saw “the hat man”. We were living in an old house from the 1800’s that used to be an orphanage in Goldsboro, Maine. My sister and I were playing in the large closet in our bedroom and she decided to go downstairs. I continued to play and then looked up at the shelf and saw a man wearing a top hat, coat tails, with a pocket watch. He was short and had a big pot belly. I describe him being the color of a bruise, blues, greens and greys all blurred together. Even 20 yrs later I can describe him perfectly. I remember running downstairs telling my mom I saw the devil and her being terrified. I don’t remember being scared myself more excited and shocked to see the thing I saw.
— Andrea L.