First off I would like to say that I have told this story vividly, twice, and each time I cry. It is not a scary story and not exciting or particularly interesting but when I explain it tears just spur from my eyes. They’re not tears of fear or sadness just emotion. Mind you, this occurred almost two years ago but upon remembering it and researching it I am fascinated to hear other people have tales of this man but while reading them, I cry again. Does anyone else cry when hearing/telling of him? Well here is my story. Two summers ago while sleeping at my beach house in Massachusetts I fell asleep on my couch in the living room and no one bothered to move me. I am a very deep sleeper but woke up abruptly. In the hallway, in front of a bedroom door not far from where I layed, stood the “hat man”. I was only fourteen and knew nothing of him or spirits besides scary movies I watched but I instantly knew he was a spirit. I could not see his eyes, or any of his features but I could feel his gaze on me, practically drilling into me. I felt extreme fear but watched him and he started slowly moving backwards but still staring forward in my direction. So scared I pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes but I could feel him stand directly over me now. I felt his prescience over me so strongly I still get chills. I stayed like that until i fell back asleep and the next morning asked my Aunt about any ghost sightings in her house and she said she felt like ghost were in the house.
–Vee Gee