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An Encounter with the Hat Man

Rebecca was six years old in 1978 when something terrifying walked into her life.

“When I was a child I saw what I now know is called the Hat Man,” Rebecca said. “The Hat Man I saw spoke to me.”

Although she now lives in Florida, Rebecca grew up in Missouri, and spent parts of 1977 and 1978 in her grandmother’s house in Independence, Missouri.

“During this time in my life my mother, sister and I lived with my grandparents off and on due to our own circumstances and the fact that my grandfather was in and out of the hospital,” she said.

Rebecca remembers other relatives staying in her grandparents’ house at that time, taking the spare bedroom she usually shared with her sister. That night, Rebecca and her sister slept in her grandmother’s room, and soon discovered they weren’t alone.

“My sister and grandmother were sleeping in the bed like normal, and I was sleeping between the two of them with my head at the foot of the bed,” Rebecca said. “I had a terrible nightmare, one where the dresser drawers were opening and closing on their own and ghosts and clothing were flying out.”

Rebecca remembers her dreamself lying in the same place as her body slept.

“Most dreams are in other places, or familiar places, but never from the perspective of where you are actually sleeping,” she said. “I woke up from the dream very afraid.”

Terrified, she gently kicked, trying to wake her grandmother, but couldn’t rouse her.

“I debated getting up and finding my mom, but I would have had to walk past the dresser from my dream and decided that was too scary,” she said. “I turned my gaze away from the dresser and up to the window behind the headboard of the bed and that is where I saw the Man.”

The Man, a dark, looming figure, seemed to stand on the headboard, but Rebecca now wonders if the Man stood behind the headboard and was extremely tall.

“The Man was wearing a long flowing coat, a top hat and carried a cane,” Rebecca said. “He had no real features, but was a solid object that blocked the light from the window behind him. I was terrified because there was someone else in the room and because I recognized it as non-human.”

Rebecca and the Hat Man stared at one another for what could have been minutes, or seconds, when the figure lifted its arm and pointed at her.

“He said, ‘This is your last chance,’” Rebecca said. “His voice did not fill the room. The best way I can describe it is that it filled my head. The voice was flat with no residual sound, as if everything surrounding the words had been removed.”

After the Hat Man spoke those five cryptic words, he put down his arm and disappeared. She told her family of the encounter the next day, but they paid little attention.

“Little kids are always filled with stories that grown ups nod and smile while hearing,” she said. “I vaguely remember being afraid of grandma’s room for a while, but not much else following the incident.”

She didn’t bring up the Hat Man encounter again until her teens; this time her family listened.

“Everyone believed in ghosts, so it was another neat ghost story from a family member for everyone except my aunt,” she said. This is because her aunt has had more than one ghostly encounter, all eerily similar to her own. “She said she had seen the same man in that same house.”

Although the fear of her grandmother’s room has long since gone, along with the terror of that long ago moment when she met the Hat Man, one question remains.

“I’ve tried to figure out what, ‘This is your last chance,’ meant,” she said. “My grandfather died somewhere around this time, but I can not be certain if the Hat Man appeared before or after his death. I do know that grandpa was not in the house at the time, but he spent quite a bit of time in the hospital toward the end of his life. Was the Hat Man telling me this was my last chance to talk with him? I don’t know.”

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  • PurrlGurrl

    I saw hat man as a child. My sister and I (being about 5 and 7, respectively) were using her bed as a trampoline, an activity that would get us into trouble with our father if he were home rather than at work at the time. As we were happily bouncing and squealing, I saw in my peripheral vision the shadow of a man in a hat standing in the bedroom doorway watching us. I was immediately chastened and made us stop jumping, thinking that it was our father (who always wore a hat, summer or winter), home from work. When we stopped, the shadow man turned and moved away from the door. I went right out into the hallway, looking for our father, but nobody was there. Reaching the kitchen I found my mother who said our father wasn’t home from work yet and I must have been imagining. I didn’t see the shadowy man again that day, or in fact, ever again. But, he remains a very vivid childhood memory.

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/James-Roger-Wilkinson/597908598 James Roger Wilkinson

    As I am gifted/cursed with th gift of medium.This story is very interesting as my family lived on a ranch in California…we found many artifacts from long gone native americanswho once lived by the river on our ranch…when my brother and I were quite young we slept in my bedroom in two single beds.. Many times both of us or one of us or the other would see a huge lumbering male silhouette moving in place at our doorway.The hall light was on so it was only a vibrating shadow..Once it came crawling into the doorway on its hands and knees.I screamed for my Mom and my brother woke upand saw the crawler also….My parents then would come running into the room and through the silhouette and turn on the light.When they turned the light on the shadow would sort of just explode into spots and evaporate so to speak.My parents seemed concerned and always told us this fib to make us feel better:
    “The shadow is molecules of Light that collect in the atmosphere and materialize at night”..Uhhh wrongggggg! Once years later my brother and I were sitting and talking and I asked him if he remembered that shadow man.He said he did.We never spoke of it again.
    james wilkinson…

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  • Tsuroshi

    Holy shit dude.

    So what is it about the head that makes people think it’s a hat?

  • hidflect

    It looks a bit like a hat. A wide narrow “brim”.

    Faced with an incomprehensible vision, we can sometimes leap to the nearest explanation we can relate to. It’s a common enough phenomena related to normalcy bias. Anything outside our world view can trigger irrational denial. Think of wives who deny their husbands are sexual molestors. Jerry Sandusky’s wife for example. Our brain is trained to make fast assumptions. That’s how we avoided tigers in the jungle. So you see something and the reptile section of our brain takes over.

  • Tsuroshi

    Yah, I agree that our preconceptions, attitudes, emotional states, etc. can have major effects on our perceptions and, more importantly, our interpretations of the things we perceive.
    What do you think that means re: your interpretation of the “Hat Man” entity?

  • Bradly

    I first encountered him when I was 19. It was about 8:00 or 9:00 in the morning. The first episode of “sleep paralysis” he revealed himself as an emaciated, hairless, ugly hound that proceeded to run through my living room and jump onto my bed and tear at my throat. The second time, when I was 20, at my mother’s house, he appeared as my brother, but he was rotting and dead. He was floating in the middle of my room in broad daylight. The third time, at my sister’s house, right after I had fallen asleep about 10:00 pm, he appeared as a strange decrepit crow that whispered in my ear after swooping down upon my chest. He asked me if “I wanted to live or die.” The fourth time, a couple of months later, he finally appeared in his most familiar form. He was a tall dark silhouette of a man wearing a trench-coat and a fedora, surrounded in a brown cloud of reeking smoke. He proceeded to enter my room and stand beside my bed. He reached out with his index finger which was as very cold and held it against my forehead. The strange thing was I wasn’t that frightened during these experiences. Perhaps he wasn’t a demon at all but Death himself.

  • Nour

    Very very similar encounter happened to me. I still cant believe what I have read here because I feel relieved and surprised in the same time that someone else has encountered the hat man as well…I had this strong terrifying dream in different periods of my life that made me literally shake and freeze in fear… And exactly as it is written here “he blocks the light” and I have seen his shadow on the floor. I started to run from my apartment in the hall of the building and rapidly shut the doors. Then when I turned back I saw he was looking through the spyhole (it is broken so cannot be closed and I have seen the light from inside the apartment). I saw he looked through it, then moved, then looked through it, then again…I fear to death and here the dream always stops….Every time I talk about it, I sweat in fear. I don’t know what to do to face him…