I am an 20 year old girl from Norway. i was 6 years old when i first saw what you call “the hat man.”
It was on an early evening, and i had just finished my supper and was on my way upstairs to brush my teeth and go to bed. When i was halfway there, i saw him. He was wearing a long black jacket and a hat and he stood right in front of me on top of the stairs. I remember i froze and just stood there watching him. At first i was afraid, but i think there was more sorrow around this man than terror. My mother called me and asked me why i was standing in the stairs randomly and looking up. After i turned back to where the man stood, he was gone.
Of course no one believed me. I was six, it could be anything, so i just suppressed it.
Until i turned 17. I started seen things. Things that wasn’t suppose to be there. I had suppressed all of my other “encounters” with explainable phenomenon. I saw him again. this time at broad daylight. This time i saw him in my friends hallway. He looked just the same as he did when i saw him 11 years ago. A dark shadowy silhouette with a long trench coat jacket and a hat. this time all i felt was terror. I got this weird thought in my head “watch out, you shouldn’t be here, go home.” This episode freaked me out, and I’ve never told anyone about this.
I believed that the man i had once seen on my staircase was the previous owner of our house. But after seeing this picture…
I now know that it wasn’t him. All the stories i read about the hatman was way to similar to what i saw. i know it was the same phenomenon. I personally think of him of more of an omen or an messenger than a demon or something. I don’t think he is truly evil. but he is watching.
–Lena Hovdhaugen