I was between 2 and 4 years old in Castlewood, Virginia when I saw The Hatman staring at me through a window..
I had just picked my nose and got my butt busted for it and then told to go wash my hands. Now before I continue, you need to understand that this particular area of Virginia is prone to flooding from frequent overflows of the Clinch River, so the trailer was fairly high off the ground at least 3 feet. There were 2 doors, only the front door had stairs that my Dad had built. The bathroom I was in is right in was right in front of the back door.
I finished washing my hands and I turned around to dry them and see this thing staring at me through the window of the door. The only thing I did was drop to the floor and scream for my Dad to come help. I am literally crying writing this down, this traumatized me so badly. I have never seen anything that terrifying since and never want to again.