I remember around the year 2012, I saw this thing called The Hatman and I’ve never been the same.

At this time, I was living in a small apartment with my Dad, Stepmom, and two siblings in southern California. Every night was the same, finish dinner, teeth brushed, maybe watch a show, then head to bed around nine because I had school in the morning. One particular night I was going to sleep as usual, it was a bright moonlit night and it was hot out that day. I was sweating like crazy, and half woke up and realized that I couldn’t move. I immediately was wide awake and panicking, to make it worse I saw The Hatman towards my right in the doorway. It was a tall figure about 7ft or 8ft tall, just standing in my doorway staring at me. He had TopHat on like in the old Victorian Era, and a long lean trench coat. It had no eyes but I knew it was staring at me, and I couldn’t move or scream. He merely stood there, one hand curled in on the door frame, staring at me. For what seemed a while but probably 5 minutes, he continued to stare at me and then simply vanished.

Once it disappeared I could move, but instantly went to sleep instead of getting up and running for help.. maybe that’s why I thought it was just a dream the next day but it wasn’t. I had never heard of The Hatman or Shadow people before. It wasn’t until in the last few years I came across other people’s sightings of this thing and realized I’m not the only one. Thanks for letting me tell my story, I don’t feel crazy anymore and I hope I never see it again.