I’m Rachael, I currently live in WV and I’m would like to tell you briefly how The Hat Man has visited 4 generations of my family.

I have seen the Hat Man three times in my life so far. I first began seeing him when I was around 6-7 years old. My dad was a firefighter and would work 24-hour shifts, and on the nights he was gone I would crawl into bed with my Mom. One night, I woke up because I felt like I was being watched. I rolled over and there was a very tall man, wearing all black in what looked like a long trench coat and a wide-brim hat, similar to what Indiana Jones wears. Other than his whitish-red eyes that glowed, I couldn’t make out any other physical features. He stood maybe about 5 feet away from the bed and stared at me I couldn’t speak, and could hardly move. I was so terrified of this evil thing that all I could do was think to hide. I ended up covering my face with a blanket and sank behind my mother in bed terrified. My Mother didn’t seem to sense anything, she continued snoring and somehow I ended up falling back asleep. How? I couldn’t possibly explain.

Fast forward to my late teens. I was around 18-19 and like most typical teenagers I yearned for more privacy. I had moved all of my things to the bedroom in the basement of our house. It was not long after that, that I started seeing him again. One night, I finished my homework and went to bed. As I pulled the covers up and got comfortable I felt that same creepy sensation of being watched. I opened up my eyes and there it was standing in the doorway of my room, not far from my bed. I was terrified, I couldn’t scream all I could was the same thing I did as a little child and covered my face. I have no idea how much time had passed, I stayed still for a long time. Eventually, I  lifted the blanket back up and he was gone.

The last time I saw him was in college. I was around 20 – 21 years old, working and going to college so I was tired. I decided to lie down and take a nap in my dorm room since my roommate was gone. It was a warm day and quiet and I had almost drifted to sleep when I felt like there was something from the corner of the room watching me. I thought it was my roommate at first, maybe she’d come in when I had dosed off and was being weird and trying to annoy me. I ignored the feeling for a few minutes until I couldn’t stand it anymore and sat up to see what she was doing. It wasn’t my roommate, it was the nightmarish Hat Man figure I’d seen when I was younger. It was the same tall black, solid-looking figure with the wide-brim hat except for this time it was during the daytime! My heart was pounding but I wasn’t as scared as I had been the very first time. This time it did not feel threatening, merely as if it were there to observe. In surprise, I stared back at him for maybe 30 seconds before throwing a pillow at him. To my shock, he ended up disappearing. The only time that I had seen him with the white red eyes was the first time I had seen him as a child, which is also the only time that I was incredibly scared.

I was around 25 when I told my mom about my experience. She was really creeped out because she said that she, her younger sister, and her mother had all seen the same man. We were having a family weekend with my aunts and female cousins and my mother brought it up. My aunt and mom went into great detail about how they had seen the Hat Man when they were children, maybe 8-10 years old. He would be at the foot of their bed and stare at them. They also said that when they told their Father about it, he immediately believed them and was scared. Apparently, he and my grandmother had seen him as well. When they told my Great Grandfather about it, he believed them and said to ignore it. I’m 29 years old and haven’t seen him for many years thank goodness. But recently I found out that my 15-year-old niece has seen him a few times when she was younger. He would be sitting on the couch, watching her but she said no one else could see him. My family has always had weird paranormal experiences. It’s just interesting that only the women on my mother’s side of the family have seen this man.