This is the first I’ve ever heard of any reference to a “Hat Man”. I had an experience once with not just one “Hat Man” but 4.
Yes, that is correct. 1, 2, 3, 4.

I’m not sure if it was just a waking dream or a legitimate experience, but it was very real none the less.

It happened around the age of 13 or so. I’m not sure on the time line but the scene is something I’ll never forget. I found myself awake just before dawn one Saturday morning. This was very odd due to being a teenager and a hard sleeping one at that. I still have a reputation for sleeping through most anything.

Upon recognizing that I am awake and looking at the window of my bedroom, I notice the atmosphere wasn’t correct. There was an odd orange hue to everything. Almost like living inside a sepia toned world.

I also noticed there was something obstructing my view. Being drowsy it seemed to take a long time to recognize things that I was not familiar with being in my room. I attempted to move myself to get a better view of what was in my room that was not normally there, but I had great difficulty in moving anything except my head.

I finally was able to adjust my head and vision enough to recognize that what was blocking my view was the edge of a brown leather duster. The long, flowing, leather coats worn in westerns or the Matrix. I realized that this meant that there was someone not only in my house, and not only in my room, but standing directly over me.

The adrenaline started pumping very quickly and I was wide awake, all the while not being able to move anything but my head and eyes. I snapped my line of sight to see who it was that was standing over me. That was when pure panic set in. There was not just one person standing over me, but four. All of them wearing the same outfit. A dark brown leather duster and a wide brimmed and ash colored fedora.

For a few moments all I could do was have the worst staring contest ever. It was myself versus four unknowns. I could barely make out anything resembling eyes because the hats were pulled so low it was impossible define a face. Eventually the one standing closest to my head on my right side moved a hand over my face.

The next thing I remember is waking up to a full color spectrum with the sensation of cramped muscles that have just spent the past several hours frozen in the same position.

Having read a few stories here the descriptions seem to be similar but I have yet to hear of another account of more than one “Hat Man” at a time.

— Faceless