My ex husband and I lived in a second floor apartment in the late 70s and had simultaneous dreams of a large black entity in our hallway outside our bedroom, and would wake up at the same time and discuss our dream. We had a large, sliding window in our bedroom that was stuck shut. One night we woke up because we were freezing cold and this window was open all the way! We also caught glimpses of the hatman when we moved out of the apartment and into a deceased estate. We both, separately, saw a tall man wearing a hat with a floppy brim, and a cloak of some kind. He was black. We didn’t see his face, but we would occasionally see him just quickly walking out of the room, and around the corner out of view. From what we could tell, he appeared quite solid. Once, I had the feeling that I should move a beanbag out from under a picture that was hanging on the wall, and later that night the picture fell to the floor. Also we were lying in bed reading one night and the bed began to shake. It was not us.
Recently, I was asleep and I woke up and lifted my head to look at my young son in his bed through the doorway. There was the hatman, standing there, about 7ft tall wearing the floppy brimmed hat and blackish cloak. He appeared as semi solid and I think he had a cane of some kind. He was just lingering near my son, and I was trying to get up but my head fell back to the pillow and I was out like a light! It felt like I was drained of my energy.
That’s my story, Donna
— Donnag