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

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