After watching a documentary series about spiritualists this year, I realized that what I saw in my childhood might be something more people saw. I saw the hatmen when I was about 11 years old. Then we lived in the countryside in a L-shaped house. I was passing from the kitchen to the room, these rooms were divided by a long corridor at the end of which was my room. When I came back the corridor was bright as if someone had switched on a light, everything looked sepia.

At the end of the corridor, I saw a dark faceless figure with a large cloaked hat, faceless and looking like it was raining on him. He looked like a shadow. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, I was paralyzed by fear, when I could move again I went straight to the kitchen and only there I realized what had happened. I went back there but the corridor was dark and empty.

After more than 10 years, I just realized what I saw