About a year ago, I had a very disturbing dream with the Hatman. I was in the upstairs of a home and had an overwhelming urge to look through a floor grate into the basement. Quietly, I got down on my hands and knees and peered through the grate, only to see a black shadow man with a black hat sitting on the basement floor. His body was not well defined and almost blurry. However, he had glowing red eyes that were fixed on me. Instantly, I felt a sense of impending doom, and I could sense that he was

In the summer of 2017, I began experiencing astral journeys. During the last three weeks of August, I would visit a place in space where I would observe groups of people talking to each other. In the last week, a blonde woman caught my attention. I immediately felt that she had knowledge of me and a strong emotional connection. I approached the group and stood next to the woman, asking her, "Who are all these people?" She replied, "We are all experiencing what you are currently experiencing, the astral realm." Suddenly, the woman and everyone in the group became frightened

"The Charming Old Gentleman" We had just bought our first home, in Long Beach, CA and had our first baby, so it was some time in the late 1980s. I woke up, and saw a shadow in the hallway outside our bedroom door. A very tall, very thin man, wearing all dark, kind of wrinkled old clothing - long coat and baggy trousers, had his back pressed up against the wall just outside my door frame. He was so tall that he had to bend down to "pop" his head into the room. He was wearing a top hat of

My husband and I were in a long hallway waiting for test results for my baby who I just gave birth to. He was very sick. I was sitting down on a bench outside of the room the testing was being done. A very tall dark figure with a tall black hat and cape walked by us in broad daylight. No one else seem to notice it as they didn't react to it. I thought he was the angel of death, so I told my husband not to look, fearing if we looked, whatever is was thinking of bestowing upon

I recall having numerous encounters with a shadowy figure in my bedroom mirror as a young girl. I would often wake thinking there was a man in a hat watching me sleep. These were often accompanied by dreams of being carried away on a pallet on the shoulders of 6 male figures, like a princess. I remember it seems as though each encounter began with the hat man in the mirror then being transported to a sunny meadow field where I would find myself atop the pallet being carried toward a shadowy barn. The experience was also accompanied by intense

The first time I encountered the hat man, I was driving down an old country two-lane road on my way home to my parent's house. It was night and there aren’t many lights out there. Along side, the road is a lake with cypress trees, and to the other side an old plantation land that was just crops at this time. I saw a very large man about 6 foot tall at least seemed to be wearing a Stove-Pipe hat and trench coat walking across the street. By the time I noticed him I had to slam on my brakes

My children just told me about Hatman and I laughed with them. I thought they were being ridiculous. They told me to "google it" so I did and found this site. Now I'm not sure what to think. The pictures are very disturbing - I'm thrown. I thought this was a personal vision. One that I got teased about and mocked for. But I recognize that figure. It's very familiar to me. I had many awful dreams as a child - they're called night terrors now. Although it's been many years since the last time I encountered this entity, 40 years

I was very young and hadn't started school yet. I remember dreaming of being in my living room, some close family sitting around me. I was playing in the middle of the room when a cymbal-banging monkey started to go off. (Like an old wind-up toy) The toy itself looked worn out and busted and was sat on a stand near the door to the back room. As I was looking at it, I saw the silhouette of a large man with a wide-brimmed cowboy-style hat, and long coat, slowly looming his way through the darkness of the back room

When I was between the ages of 11 and 14, I started to have a reoccurring nightmare. When I say reoccurring, I mean every night for months at a time. I grew up in a small house in Massapequa Park, NY. I had 7 siblings (2 sisters and 5 brothers).  My parent's bedroom was on the ground floor. The other bedrooms were on the 2nd floor. The house was built with only two bedrooms on the 2nd floor but my dad was eventually forced to purchase an add-on, raising the total to four.  My sisters were each given their own