I met the Hat man for the first time in 1997, when I was 25 years old. I had started living with my girlfriend in an apartment and we had a large bedroom. One night when my girlfriend was away on a ski trip in Italy, I was sleeping in our bed and nothing really going on inside the apartment or outside it. I woke up around 4:00 in the night, to a man – or a shadow of a man standing at the right corner of my bed. I did not have time to think much because there was a man in my apartment, dressed in black and with a hat on. I could barely move from my sleeping position, but I was so angry that a man would break into my apartment that I pushed through my paralyzing heavy movements in anger. I raised my hand to this man and slowly inched my way to him until he ran away or so I thought. I went after him into the other rooms, but could not find him. I turned on all the lights in the apartment, searched all the rooms again, every closet and under all the beds. Nothings. I searched once more. Was I dreaming? It was so real. I could tase the guy. Nothing. I thought this was just my imagination until I met him again later, and so have others in my family.
