My encounters with the Hat man and other ghosts growing up.

I Have been wanting to post my story to a website for quite some time but I never knew where I should of posted it, I have followed GLP for some time so and I now have the time to type it all out.... ok here we go.

I was born in 1989 and grew up in a small house in a city called Royal Oak, a suburb of Detroit MI. At an early age both me and my brother (Who is two and half years older than me) started seeing ghosts or things we couldn't explain, but when I was in middle-school things started to get a little weirder. One night I woke up and couldn't fall back to sleep so I laid on my back staring at the dimly lit ceiling from my night light. I started to have this weird feeling as if something was watching me, I looked out my bedroom door (my door was always open and I could see partially into my parents bedroom) and I thought I saw one of my parents coming out of their bedroom but it was a tall 6-7 foot man with a brown jacket and brimmed hat, I could see through him but he had no facial features. He walked/glided straight towards me and I put my head under my covers and screamed for my parents. The light came on and they asked me what happened but when I told them they chalked it up to being a nightmare....
Well this happened many more times over the course of a fewmonths and my mom started to believe me but my dad wasn't really convinced that the "Brown jacket man" was real. When I became a High-school student my dad had put two additions on our house a huge backroom and an entire upstairs. Me and my brother shared the entire upstairs, there was a main big room which was our bedroom and we had a walk-in closet/bathroom attached to it, It was here where we had the scariest encounter of our lives.
Our beds sat about 4-5 feet off the floor and our room glowed a dark blue from our ceiling fan which had a neon light in it making everything look eerie, and one night I was lying there trying to sleep when I heard the voice of a man but it sounded sped up and playing backwards. I had heard this before with other ghost encounters in our house but it was coming from our closet/bathroom and that's when I heard my brother say "dude do you hear that?" I was so relived that he was awake but I couldn't believe he heard it too, so I replied "the voice that sounds like its talking backwards? yeah I hear it" we both sat up in our beds and the voice kept talking.
We then started to hear footsteps along with the voice and it was now pacing back and forth, then the door handle just started freaking out (I am getting chills just typing and rethinking about this) So I leaned over my bed rail so I could see the door handle shaking, my brother looked as if he was gonna jump out of his bed and run downstairs. But then the door flew open and I instantly said "What do you see!?" because the way my brothers bed was positioned he could see right into the closet, but he said he saw nothing in the door way and then SLAM! the door whipped shut and he jumped out of bed and turned on the lights.
We finally got our courage up and opened the door, we checked both the closet and bathroom but nothing was in there and the voices had ceased. We thought maybe it was one of our cats but nothing was in there, I Got back in my bed as my brother stood next to me and we talked about what the hell just happened. That's when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, me and my brother were looking at each other but he noticed it too because we both turned our heads at the same time to look and this white cloud looking thing shot under our futon and we both froze, we looked under the futon but once again nothing. We stayed up for a couple hours that night discussing what happened and we still discuss it to this day.
As time went on the door handle would occasionally flip out again and the door would open and slam, some of my friends witnessed this as well, both me and my brother saw the hat man a couple times in the early morning standing in the middle of our room. My Dad would tell us "why would there be ghosts upstairs? I just built it, it cannot be haunted." My Mom however finally believed us one day as I stayed home sick form school, we were watching a movie in the family room (which was right under our bedroom) we heard the closet door fly open upstairs and something ran across the room, and then ran back to the closet and it slammed closed, it was incredibly loud and my mom turned her head to me and she freaked out, "what he hell was that" she said and I just replied with a "we told you so!" Other things were often heard too, I would sometime hear a little girl laughing or talking from the other room, she would even say my name from time to time. One time she whispered "hi" into my ear as I was laying in my bed one morning which suddenly made me sit up with all my hairs on end. My brother and I had a theory that the ghosts were connected to this old baseball bat that was found in my parents closet when they first moved in the house (it was the only thing left behind) it was a dark red wooden bat that had the year 1901 on it, we still have the bat but my brother has since sanded it down making it smooth, I told him not to mess with it but he did it anyways.
We moved out of the house in the late 2000's but the Hat man followed and so did some of the activity (no reverse talking ghosts though) sometimes I thought of visiting my old house ringing the door bell and asking the new family that lives there if they have experienced anything.
The last time I saw the hat man was a few years ago maybe 2012, I was experimenting with lucid dreaming/astral travel and one night I awoke with sleep paralysis and sometimes I wouldn't see anything during Sleep paralysis and other times I would see shadow people or a black thing sitting on my chest but this time the hat man was at the foot of my bed and he had two children with him one at each side and all three were staring at me. Both of these kids looked kind of old timey, they were dressed as if they we from the early 1900's. One was a boy maybe around the age of 10-12 and he had an old looking suit on and the other was a little girl in a white dress she was probably 6-7 years old and I instantly though "That's the girl from my old house!" and then they vanished. There was so many encounters in that house and other run in's with the Hat man but it would be too much to type.

Have any of you seen the Hat man? other stories I have read say people feel threatened by him but I never once felt threatened, the first couple times were scary but after that I was more curious than anything, thanks for reading!

P.S. I sent this to another website but then copied and pasted it here so i am sorry for the formatting and length... my brother is also on GLP so I am sure he will enjoy reading this as well, Cheers!

Last Edited by DarkSloth on 01/09/2017 05:39 PM