I honestly thought I was the only person besides the people that lived in the house before that had seen The Hat Man, I felt crazy. Even after I moved out of the house, I saw him again. Never did I think that people all over the world had experienced the same thing, I am so glad to know I’m not alone. When I was 10 years old I lived in Lowell MA, in a small 2-family home and strange things would happen all the time. All of my mom’s knickknacks would fall on the floor by themselves, including these porcelain clown masks she had hanging on the wall. It was only me and my mom that lived there. Even when she would cook and come back after a few minutes, all the food would be burned. Even when the stove was OFF.
My very vivid experience with the man in black happened one night when I and my mom were sleeping on the living room floor. My uncle who sometimes came over was staying the night in my mom’s room. So in the middle of the night around 2-3 am, I felt cold, and I sat up to pull my blanket back over me. It was by my feet. As I started to grab the blanket to cover myself I glanced into the kitchen, and that’s when I saw a tall black figure wearing a long trench coat and a hat walking toward where I was sitting. I quickly laid down covering my face. All of a sudden I felt someone lying next to me on the opposite side of where my mom was laying. Then the man in black whispered in my ear “I love you, Lucy”. That’s my mom’s name. I started to say a short prayer my mom had taught me as I said it I peeked out the blanket, and the man in black walked to the door and just vanished.
That’s when I started crying and waking up my mom telling her what had just happened. She said “You just had a bad dream go back to sleep” I kept insisting that I was wide awake, and I know what I saw. Anyway, she believed me and I came to have a few more encounters with this black entity. The thing that I find bizarre is that my Uncle was found dead in our attic some time later, they said due to an asthma attack. But, the thing is someone that had lived in the house before we did also saw The Hatman, and their son was also found dead in the attic.
For years I’ve told whoever would listen about my experience with the man in black. Now that there’s is the Internet I have read stories of other people who went through something similar. I was looking up something about a hat, and this page came up. My heart almost stopped. Seeing the image of the man and the hat gave me chills, and as I read the story of the person who started The Hat Man Project I knew I had to reach out. I’ve read a few similar stories to mine, but nothing like the ones on this site. I’ve hit the mother load. To think I was looking up a hat nothing about black or man to end up here is a sign so that’s why I wrote my story. I always wanted to know more about this Hat Man and what it is, where it comes from, and why the people that see him do see him, or I doubt it’s the same entity. This has bothered me since I was 10 years old. The not knowing. I’m just glad that I’m not alone.