This is might take more than one post..
When I was in college, I had an experience I can only explain as unexplainable.
One night, I was in my dorm, which consisted of a living space and kitchen that were seperated from the bedroom area by a doorless entryway. Each of
the seperated 'rooms' had its own exit door into the main hall as an emergency exit in case of.. well.. an emergecy I guess. As I sat in the living
area of the dorm watching television or some such nonesense, I saw a man in a black fedora-ish hat with what appeared to be a black duster pass by the
entrance way of the bedroom very quickly, as if someone was running to exit the bedroom very fast.
I once wore a thick, heavy, expensive, black leather duster (trench coat) a lot and it is stil one of my favorite possessions, even if it has been
retired in the years following, and I had thought someone was fleeing my room with my duster in tow!
So I jumped out of my seat and ran into the bedroom and was just turning to run out the bedroom exit when I was abruptly stopped by what I saw before
me. My large black footlocker was snugly against the door and had been there since that morning as I remembered my roommate pulled it over there to
grab something high on a shelf.
So, no one could have possibly ran out the door, closed it, and put the footlocker back, especially with enough time to not be seen by me. It was a
Odd experience to say the least! If only that was the end of it...
A few days later I am on the phone with my mother and she begins telling me of something that happened to her a few days earlier. She was laying in
bed, and she woke up and was staring up at what she believed to be her ex-husband standing over her bed leaning over her with his hand extended, as if
to wake her up. As she quckly got her baring she relized in an instant it wasnt him, and that her initial identification was based soley on the fact
that he was wearing a black cowboy-ish hat and had sunken eyes, like her had. As soon as she realized he wasnt her ex-husband, the thing instantly
Before I could begin to tell her my story, she continued...
That SAME night, her sister, my aunt, had been laying in bed, and saw a man in all black standing at the foot of her bed. He too was wearing the
wide-brimmed hat and she had the first impression that it was my mother's ex-husband. As soon as she realized it was, he too was gone.
As my mom relayed these stories, and again as I read the accounts of those here, my eyes began to water as I relived something I had not thought about
When I was 4/5 years old, I was sleeping at my grandparents house in the same room as my mother and her now ex-husband, my then stepfather. I woke up
to see that someone was on the bed with me and it wasn't a human. My brain processed it as this..
This is Zoot, the saxophone playing Muppet from The Muppt Show. As I look remembered my experiences, I thought how easy it would have been for my 5
year old brain to see sunglasses instead of sunken hollow eyes.
Well, I just wanted to let you know that you are not alone in your experiences with the 'Hat Man'. I never really did any looking into it, but it
would appear that this phantom seems quite common. That's pretty interesting and I am going to tell my mother.