Nobody ever believed me when I was a kid growing up in the mid–90s, my family poor and living with many relatives under one roof. Everyone said the house was haunted, but only I ever saw the ‘Hat Man‘. One night, my 12–year–old cousin was babysitting us and telling us ghost stories. When the lights started to flicker, it got too much for me, so I ran across the house and into my bedroom. I wanted to hide in the closet, but when I opened the sliding doors, there he was, towering over me. He had no discernible features, apart from what looked like all–white eyes, and I could make out the shape of his hat; he was like a dark shadow. I remember seeing his stare for a second before I fainted. When I awoke, my cousin was laughing – they had found me on the floor. When I told my family about the Hat Man, they dismissed it as my child‘s imagination. It‘s strange to hear so many similar accounts of the same entity. Although I experienced a lot of ‘hauntings‘ in that home, I only ever saw the Hat Man once – and he was the most terrifying.