My encounter with the hat man was not a very pleasant one. It all began when i was about 4 years old. My parents were needless to say not a very happy couple and would always fight giving off negative energy. At the same time I was just starting school and was always getting bullied. This carried on all through my life as an elementary to early high school. It seemed that all of this negative energy caused what would be called the (Hat man) to show up.
Around 3 in the morning (Dead Time) I don’t know why but I would get up to go to the bathroom. I don’t know why but I felt like something was wrong, the only way to describe this feeling was a calm before the storm as it was very quiet but you had a very heavy feeling to the the world around. I would inch my way out to the hall way, and begin to walk down. I felt like I was being watched and began to hear a whispering, not a human like sound but almost demonic sounding. My parents bedroom is at the end of the hall to the left side and at the end of the hall to the right is the bathroom. I turned to my parents room and it was something out of a horror movie. at the end in the door way of my parents bedroom is this very large scary looking demonic angry man with a big almost Quaker hat. He looked up and gave off this grin, but it wasn’t a physical grin but you knew it wanted you and was toying with you. I just ran. I ran all the way into the bathroom never stopped as i was in fear that I was going to get attacked. I locked the bathroom door and just sat on the ground and just put my head in between my legs crossed and just shook until 4:30 when I finally got the nerve to peek out. It was gone.
This like I said continued to happen until my parents split up. Every night it would get worse and worse in which the figure would walk faster and faster every night. I wont get into detail as to the situation with my family, lets just say that I love my Dad before my Mother. She did a lot to my Dad, overworked him , cheated, and took everything he had. The last night (the very night before my Dad said that’s it we are done. That night I woke up and the figure was over my bed and was almost trying to smother me. It forced me down, I could not move almost as if it was trying to get into me. I started seeing tunnel vision and that’s I started praying. It was a battle to the death I would say until i just screamed and it almost just evaporated before my eyes. The next day I discovered that there was another person with my mother that night. I feel like it was when the energy from my mothers evil was the main contributing factor to the hat man coming for me. I feel that he is a demonic force that is not to be messed with.
That is my story, sorry if it is long but that is what happened to me and it is the best description i can give. I don’t know if this is hat man but it had what looked like a top hat on his head and it has since never happened again.
–Trevor Parkinson