I too had a similar experience, I was at my grandmother’s house back in Puerto Rico, I must have been around 12 years old, my sister was sleeping on the bed next to mind’s, when I saw the man in the black hat and cape, I closed my eyes and started praying. I heard him call my name; he was so tall he had to bend over in order to walk through the door. I never spoke of it until one day I was at my sister’s house about 20 years or more went by, when she started talking about the same experience, she remembers that it called my name. I remember the fear and the way I was trembling and praying. In Puerto Rico we call him El Baron del Cementerio, The Baron of the cementary.
— Sonia Velez