When I first saw the man in my wardrobe, I was living in a group home in Sevierville, Tennessee, US. When I had been placed in the cottage, the girls had told me about how they all see a dark man with a hat on and how he is most often seen in the hallway. They said that he was always at the very end of the hall, under the red glow of the exit sign in front of the closet. I have always believed in spirits and demons, so I believed them, but not completely, until I saw

Sometime between the ages of 6-8 (year '05-'07), I had my only experience with the Hat Man. I was sleeping on the top bunk while my brother slept on the bottom. We had a lamp in our room for a night light. One night, between midnight and 4am, I woke up and found myself frozen, unable to move. I was facing my computer and could only look around with my eyes, my breathing remaining steady. When I looked over at the lamp, I noticed that it appeared to be off, but the room was still softly lit. Feeling uneasy, I

I was around 5 years old when I began to experience the unusual and terrifying visits from this figure. I would be asleep in my bed that faced my bedroom window. He would open the window and creep inside. The curtain around the window would whoosh around in the night air that drifted in around him. He was black in a way that was void of any color, like a black hole of nothingness. He had long stringy greasy-looking hair with a top hat positioned downward over what would have been his forehead. I could see no facial features, only

I have never, ever in my life experienced sleep paralysis until a few days ago. For context, I have a pet tortoise, and his cage has a red light for nighttime, so my room is pretty much always lit up. I’ve grown really used to having the room filled with a dim, red light as I sleep. However, the light bulb died a few days ago, and until the new one showed up in the mail, I was left in the dark. So I slept in complete pitch black for the first time in months, which was odd enough on

I was a sophomore in high school, maybe 15-16 years old, and I shared a room with my little brother who was 11-12 at the time. His bed used to creak pretty loudly when someone would sit at the foot of it. One night, probably around 3 in the morning, we were both asleep when his bed made a loud creak as if someone was sitting on it, and it immediately woke us both up. What we both saw was a male figure, wearing a top hat, sitting at the foot of his bed. It was an eerie sight. Strangely,

When I was 16, I worked at a small restaurant in town answering phones and taking orders. The restaurant served generic American food such as burgers, wings, and pizza. On Sundays during football season, we were super busy with wing orders. However, this one particular Sunday was very slow - almost deathly slow. There was nothing for me to do except sit on my phone because all the work was finished. In the restaurant, there was one main door for the front entrance and two back doors for the kitchen and office. I was sitting at the front of the

I was coming to the end of a relapse on drugs, feeling mentally and physically broken. My life had reached a low point, and I dreaded the upcoming withdrawal, knowing it would be as inevitable and devastating as a car crash. Seeking solace, a friend provided me with a bottle of vodka and a handful of Valium. In the early dark morning of winter, I consumed these substances at his house. The next thing I remember is waking up in my own bed, 16 hours later. The room was engulfed in darkness, and an ominous presence filled the air. I

I had a very rough childhood to begin with. I moved a lot, but one thing remained the same when I moved in with my mom for the second time at 16 years old. I remember waking up freezing cold in this old, rickety, trashed trailer. That was the normal. Let me give you a little perspective on my room. I had two mirrors. One was a half mirror I used to do my makeup; it sat on the floor. The other was a body mirror I had hung on my door. When I got out of bed, my dresser

I remember my encounter with the Hat Man very well. I was about 7 or 8 years old, living in a shabby 3-bedroom rental home. The layout of the house was odd. As I walked out of the living room and into the entryway, I noticed that it stretched into an extra living room. This information will be of use later. While passing through the doorway, my body felt really light but heavy at the same time. It's one of those things you have to experience to understand. The best way to describe it is the feeling you get when