When I was a kid—maybe 9 or 10—I would stay up late at a friend‘s house down the block from me, playing video games. One night, it got really late and started to rain. Every night, my friend would watch me walk from his house to mine down the block to make sure I got there safe. All was fine until that night. That night, when we went to go our separate ways, we saw him: the Hatman, standing under a lamppost. A dark figure with a long–brimmed hat just standing there, staring at us. I ran home that night, as fast as I could, not looking back or making eye contact, terrified. Later on, I began to think it was Odin from Norse mythology, but I still don’t know. I still think about that night and wouldn’t believe it unless my friend saw it too.