It was the most terrifying experience I've ever had. I was always fascinated with ghost stories, horror films, mysteries, even strong spiritual connections... I can honestly say I never truly believed in ghosts though... There was always too much of a question there. If you ever have an experience like this you will never question again as it opens up all kinds of doorways of thoughts on the supernatural. In my house, a 1970s southern home, I have felt a presence before... It often is negative but has also been angelic after my mother passed. There were little things that

I first want to say that I am amazed that others saw the same "Hat Man" that I saw as a child. When I was around 3-4years old I lived with my Mother and Brother. My parents were in the middle of separating so my dad was around sometimes. My grandmother passed away when I was 3 years old, my older brother normally stayed the night at her house until then. So my mother let us continue to share a room but got me my own bed and put it in her room. Both rooms were side by side, we

The first time I seen this figure I was about 16. I was lying in bed and couldn't sleep. From where my bed was positioned I could see down the hallway. I seen him standing down the hallway outside my brothers room. He was facing my brothers bedroom door so I was looking at a side profile. He was tall, wearing a long trench coat and a fedora like hat. He had no distinguishable features, it was dark as the hallway light was on yet I still couldn't see any features like mouth or eyes. I was frozen with fear

I have experienced hat man and his entities many times in my life. My first memory of life is dreaming. My body is stiff and I am unable to move. No light. Just the feeling of warmth and a soft constant vibration. They were comforting. The dark shift didn't begin until I was about five. I remember all these experiences like they just happened to me last night. My first experience wasn't the hat man. It was just a shadow in a humanoid shape. I remember the first night my body fell into sleep almost instantly, but my mind and

Unlike the few stories I read, I saw the Hatman when I was much older. I was 53 years old. My wife and I came home from dinner one Friday night in October. I was sitting on the couch watching TV and was starting to get sleepy. I told my wife I was going out for a walk to wake up. As I was returning to my house, I saw a man approaching me in the distance. He was wearing all black, in a style of clothes that reminded me of Sherlock Holmes. I thought it peculiar and stopped at

My experience happened about 8 years prior to submitting this story. I was 20 years old, and never had a paranormal experience before, or after. The girl I was living with at the time and I were discussing ouija boards, and I had brought up the fact that I had never "played" (I know now that just because the company that distributes monopoly also mass produces ouija boards it doesn't make it a toy) with one. She used to be in to witchcraft, and black Magic, and was knowledgeable enough to know that you can make your own ouija board

When I was between the ages of 10-13 (i can't remember exactly how old I was), I was sleeping over at my cousin's house. I was staying in my cousin Amber's room. Amber was born with spina bifida and wasn't expected to live past 18. Anyways I was staying in her room and fell asleep. I don't know what woke me up, but the next thing I remember is laying on my back, stating at a coat rack in her room, unable to move or even speak from fear. I saw the dark outline of a man with a broad

I only saw the Hatman once, 30 years ago, but once was enough to make me uneasy for a long time to come, may be for the rest of my life. When I was six or seven, my little brother and I shared a bedroom; I had the top bunk and he had the bottom bunk. It seems to me I was just becoming aware of ghosts, goblins and ghouls at that time due to seeing a movie at a friend's place that was not appropriate for the innocence of my age. The night he appeared was a night like

The Hat Man may well be one of my first memories. A shrink recently asked about the earliest things I could remember. Hanging other, far more vague fragments on a timeline of known events, I can say with clarity that I met him when I was about 2 1/2 years old. I didn't know he had a name until today. In 1974, I lived in Springfield, Ark., and woke to see a man standing at the foot of my parents' bed. It was about 10 p.m., likely a Friday night from other clues, and I had been put to bed