IM 29 YEARS OLD AND FROM SAN JOSE CALIFORNIA. BACK WHEN I WAS 8 YEARS OLD MY TWIN BROTHER AND I SAW THIS GHOST THAT EVERYONE IS CALLING THE HATMAN.
IT ALL STARTED WITH WEIRD NOISES IN THE HOUSE, AT FIRST WE ALL THOUGHT IT WAS MY DAD COMING HOME LATE FROM THE BARS AND WANDERING AROUND THE HOUSE DRUNK WITH THE LIGHTS OFF. THEN ONE NIGHT I HEARD MY DAD AND MOM TRIPPING OUT ON THE FLICKERING LIGHTS, THE TV SHUTTING ON AND OFF AND THE DOG THAT WAS STARING AT THE WALLS AND BEING SCARED OF SOMETHING THEY COULDN’T SEE. THE WEIRD THING IS THAT IT HAPPENS BY DOING IT FROM ONE DAY TO THREE DAYS A WEEK. THINGS STARTED TO GET WORST AROUND THE HOUSE, WITH DOORS SLAMMING, DISHES BREAKING, DOG BARKING, AND ACTING UP.
I STILL REMEMBER CLEARLY THE FIRST TIME I SAW HIM “THE HATMAN”. I WAS DEEP ASLEEP WHEN SUDDENLY THIS WEIRD VIBE WOKE ME UP, THE KIND OF VIBE THAT MAKES THE HAIRS ON YOUR NECK STAND UP, THE VIBE OF SOMEBODY PRESENT !!!!! AND I LOOKED AROUND THE ROOM AND THEN DOWN THE HALL I SAW A TALL BLACK SHADOW OF A FIGURE OF A MAN WEARING A BLACK HAT AND CAPE THE STRANGE THING IS THAT HE CAME AT ME IN LIKE 3D DIMENSIONAL ( LIKE IF YOU ARE BLINKING YOUR EYES FAST WHEN SOMEONE IS COMING TOWARDS YOU) AND I SOONEST I CRIED HE LEFT.
AFTER THE NIGHT HE WOULD COME TO VISIT US EVERY NIGHT. I REMEMBER HEARING MY TWIN BROTHER CRY EVERY NIGHT AS IF HE WAS TAKING TURNS MESSING WITH US. I WOULD GET IT THE MOST BECAUSE I WAS ON THE TOP BUNK PRETTY MUCH AT EYE LEVEL, EVEN THOUGH I COULDN’T SEE HIS FACE I KNEW HE WAS STARING AT ME HOVERING OVER MY BED. I WOULD COVER MY FACE WITH THE BLANKETS AND SOON ENOUGH HE WOULD RIP THEM OFF AND JUST VANISH.
BUT THE STRANGEST THING IS THAT HE NEVER HURT US. IT SEEM LIKE HE JUST WANTED US TO KNOW THAT HE WAS PRESENT WHEN HE’S VIBE DIDN’T WAKE US UP HE WOULD SHAKE OUR BUNK BED AND IF THAT DIDN’T WORK HE WOULD RIP THE COVERS OFF OF US AND IF WE DIDN’T CRY HE WOULD JUST STAND THERE DOING ALL THREE THINGS UNTIL WE CRIED AND THEN HE WOULD VANISH. SINCE WE MOVED OUT OF THE HOUSE IN 1992 I HAVE NEVER SEEN HIM AGAIN.
— Steven