Hat Man Hauntings | Real Listener Encounters with the Horrifying Shadow Figure (x323)

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He did not have any facial features, but he did wear a top hat. My mom spoke to him, "Please leave. There are no children here." But he would argue with her every single time.

What?

It's been on Reddit threads, it's been in little children's journals for decades, and sometimes it's in your bedroom. This is the Hat Man.

Very spooky.

Buongiorno.

Buongiorno. I don't know where we're from, but um

Two Girls One Ghost.

Two Girls One Ghost. And we are your ghostesses. That is Karen. Did you just like almost violently burp vomit?

It was like a weird mouth like throat squeak.

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It can't sound good in the [laughter]

It was just my visceral reaction to like

To what your body just did.

how gross it was. Yeah.

That's Karen. I'm Sabrina, and this is an encounters episode. And I feel like when we bring out the red lighting, you know it's going to be going to be [ __ ] horrifying.

[laughter]

Oh, I don't think mine are as horrifying.

Oh.

I don't know.

Well, I guess that's fair cuz this is more of like a what is this entity?

Mhm. But it's an entity that has been talked about for years on this podcast, and for years and years and years before this podcast ever existed. It's been on Reddit threads, it's been in little children's journals for decades wondering, "And what did I see? Am I the only one?"

And sometimes it's in your bedroom. This is the Hat Man. We picked all encounters from listeners, which of which we have like thousands. Like I even made a note that was like, we need to revisit this topic of people like you, real listeners of

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Two Girls One Ghost who have emailed us of their experiences with the Hat Man.

I liked that you defined real listeners of Two Girls One Ghost like as if we have fake listeners.

I don't know, we might.

We might.

We might. We also

All those bots out there consuming Two Girls One Ghost right now.

paranormal stories.

more. I don't have enough on this side of the AI world.

I also do think we have a lot of ghostly listeners who have not so Although they are real, too. That is besides the point. So I tried to pick cuz I think one question that has always existed is, what exactly is the Hat Man besides someone who really cares about his wardrobe? Like what is this entity?

Right. People are

he show up?

And the weird thing is like this is an entity that so many people across countries, generations, cultures have seen not realizing that they're not the only one who's seen it.

Right.

Some people said that it is a generational spirit that is like haunted their mother and haunted their grandmother and then their

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great-grandfather before them. Others have theorized this shadow figure, this like Hat Man entity is kind of like the Grim Reaper type.

Right. So I tried to pick stories that will confuse us even more because there's no real commonality between them. That's like all different iterations of this entity.

I feel like mine are also going to just add to that as well.

So we offer no answers in this podcast. This is less clarity

walking away from this episode.

Enjoyment and entertainment and mystery.

he feeds on my soul

This is from our listener Alice and it is called He Feeds on My Soul.

Yuck.

Good start. Hi, my name is Alice and I'm a listener from Brazil. English is not my first language so apologies if it's not perfect. I started listening to your podcast today.

Oh Oh god, that's the quickest turnaround that someone has ever sent us an email.

Yeah.

And for that

And I immediately thought

This sentence just makes me laugh. I immediately thought I was obligated to

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share how I have never had peace in my 16 years of life.

Ooh.

I'm very sorry.

Yikes.

I am telling you guys about one experience, but I have so many more. Let me know if you want to hear them. As context, my grandpa on my mom's side is a medium. And he's the one to calm me down every time I experience something really scary. He always used to tell me that he had a lot of friends that only he could see, and that those friends protected me everywhere, and that I would never be alone, which totally creeps me out. His great-great-grandma was a witch who performed black magic, the type to kill people and curse families.

Damn.

He used to tell me I always talked to someone only I could see, and that I spent most of my childhood talking alone. The weird thing is I only did that when it was just my grandpa and I home alone, but I don't remember any of it. As another piece of background, I lived most of my life in the house that my great-grandma on my mom's side built. So, the most of the things I'm sharing in this email happened there. On to my

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experiences. The person that bothers me the most is the man in the suit. He's very tall, extremely white, and wears a black suit with a red tie. And his face is half covered by his black hat that has a red satin strap. I have never seen his face. I do not know who he is, but the first time I saw him, I was in my great-grandma's house, and I was around 8 or 9 years old. I was going to the yard to play with my cousins when I looked to my right, and there he was. Standing, staring at me. Just standing there, completely frozen. I looked back at him. I wasn't afraid because he had this familiar, comforting vibe, like he liked me, or as if I knew him from somewhere.

Mhm.

But since that day, he has never left me alone. Never ever. He appears in my dreams, behind my door, I feel his breath on my neck. I have a weird sensation of being watched by him when I'm doing dishes. He's always accompanying me when I go out with my friends at night. And almost

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every time, he is the one who appears when I have sleep paralysis.

Wow.

He never leaves me alone, and I mean, even as I'm writing this, I feel him near me.

Oh god, I hate that.

He also doesn't present the way that we've, you know, most like hat man presentations are like the dark shadow with that just looks like it's wearing a hat, but this is tall, extremely white, wears a black suit with a red tie. His face is half covered by his black hat with a red satin strand. So, the weird thing is I've never been afraid of him, or that was until the start of 2025, because that was when I became obsessed, like completely obsessed with knowing who the heck he was and is, and why he's always lurking around. So, one day I went to my friend's house to talk to her and have her help me find out who he was. That day I was really mad, and I started cursing at him, saying horrible things about the situation, when suddenly, I felt a pinch inside of my mouth, in my cheeks. My mouth filled with blood.

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No freaking way.

I went to the

god, that was not what I was expecting. I thought it was like a like making her feel like a sour taste or something to make her stop talking.

I went to the bathroom, and the inside of my left cheek had been cut, and it was bleeding so much. I still have a scar that itches and hurts every time I try to tell somebody bad things about this entity.

This is [ __ ] up. I hate too that he presented, or whatever it is, the hat man presented himself as like something known to her, a friend.

Mhm.

He liked her.

Mhm.

It liked her.

Even after that, I still needed to know who he was, so I asked for the help of another friend, who is Umbandista, which is a religion of African origin. She told me that the entity could be Zé Pretinho or Zé Pilintra. I'll link a photo of what they look like here. The clothes are exact. They're the same. But, the man I've only seen

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is like vampire white, and these representations that my friend shared with me is always a black man. So, I don't think my man and these entities are the same, but they dress similarly. My mom has mentioned maybe it could be my great-grandma's last husband, but I never knew him, and there are no photos of him.

Was he just a terrible guy? He's trying to

is like a flicked pain, and This is like an unearthly entity.

Yeah.

And no one seems to remember how my great-grandma's last husband looked, not even my uncles and aunts. My grandpa, on the other hand, says maybe it's one of his friends, but the way I describe him does not look like any of the spirits he knows. This entity seems to take care of me in a weird way, like a possessive way. Every single person who has done me wrong has had something horrible happen to them. I can walk freely in my very dangerous city at night because I know he's always there somewhere. But, he drains me to the point where I feel like I'm a 60-year-old lady instead of a teen. I have constant pain, my back is destroyed to the point where sometimes I almost pass out. I'm always sick, I'm always

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tired, I'm always sleepy. My mom has taken me to the hospital so many times since I was a kid trying to figure out why I've never been healthy. Doctors have never found anything. I wasn't anemic, I didn't have chronic illness, nothing. It's like he feeds on my soul, making me empty inside.

You need some serious cleansing.

To the point where I don't know how much more I have to feed him till I collapse. It gets worse every year. Writing this made me remember the only time in my life since I first saw him that he left me alone, when I went to Spain for 2 years. But, with all the crazy supernatural

know Spanish? What?

[laughter]

Why is that the main language

main language of of Brazil Portuguese? So, like they're very similar. Maybe he can't go to Spain.

I've always heard that Portuguese speakers can understand Spanish speakers, but Spanish speakers can't totally understand Portuguese speakers.

Interesting. There's also like so many different dialects of all languages. But, there was other crazy supernatural stuff that happened there when I was in

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Spain, and I kind of wish he would have been there cuz he would have protected me from the other stuff I experienced. I really don't know who he is or what he is and what he wants from Alice.

Well, this makes me really upset for Alice. I want Alice to get like some real like go to like a shaman, go to I know. Go to someone who can like seriously try to cleanse the energy.

It does remind me that email we read so many years ago about Like we read it so many different iterations of this, but there was one about like chaos and this like chaos the entity that they called chaos where it was like almost like a quid pro quo relationship where it was like, "I'll protect you and take away some of like the terrible feelings you're feeling, but like you're also kind of going to give me your energy."

Right, it was a mutualistic relationship because it fed off of one another. Like the negative emotions

Yes.

and fears, but like that listener basically was like, "I give that to them and then they consume it."

Yeah.

It's almost like feeding a pet, but that

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pet is tethered to you and you have no way to

Get rid of it.

Get rid of it.

But, this is also just I don't know, it feels It feels menacing.

It does.

It doesn't feel good. Even though Alice

that it cut inside and then anytime Alice is like, "Oh, let me try to like bring this up and and get support from anyone else." There's like throbbing and itching as a reminder of like, "I will hurt you should you ever talk about me."

Well, it's specifically when you talk bad about me. Like, "Don't ever talk down about me or bad about me. I'm always here and I will punish you. But then it's a weird relationship because in a way Alice has grown accustomed to its presence.

Mhm.

And whatever this is does keep her safe in situations.

I know it's hard cuz I keep thinking like, okay, well, what if Alice tried to get something from it? Like what if Mhm.

What if she could feed off of him in some way? But then I'd be too scared to like actually test that out.

Right, and open the door and then suddenly like you think you're doing something and then you've become

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possessed or like you're so far into its play that you think you're in control until it's so deeply the opposite that there's no way to get out.

So.

god.

One version of the Hat Man. There you go.

should you move to Spain?

Yeah, maybe. Although it from what it sounds like a lot of other terrible haunting things happen in Spain.

Oh [sighs and gasps] my god. Trying to think, is there anywhere that's not haunted in the world?

I don't know. I don't think so.

No.

Pig Island?

Yeah, but those pigs will bite your butt.

The like island in Greece where they'll pay you to go live with cats?

Oh, yeah, that one sounds nice.

Yeah.

Well, then you're Cats are kind of demonic, too.

But I'd rather demonic cats than demonic entity.

[laughter]

Unknown demonic

with an entity that's known to be so incredibly horrifying.

[gasps]

Waverly Hills?

[laughter]

Bring him to Waverly Hills. The Creeper will eat your Hat Man.

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[gasps]

Genius.

But then what if the Creeper is like, Alice, I'm going to go home with you now.

No, no. Why would he want to go home with Alice? He gets to feast on souls all the time there. Like that is the perfect place for the Creeper.

You you go That is the plan. You go to

[laughter]

Waverly Hills.

Travel from Brazil to Kentucky.

Go to Waverly Hills, say, Creeper, Creeper, I brought you a meal.

Hat Man.

And then wait for the Creeper to come and eat your entity alive. Feed the Hat or not feed the Hatman. We'll feed the Hatman to the Creeper.

Yeah.

Feed the Creeper.

Feed the Creeper. The only time we'll ever encourage feeding the Creeper.

I mean, at this point this is the only recommendation I can think of.

Yeah.

Or reach out to our coven and maybe they can help you.

Yeah, I guess that's another one.

[laughter]

recurring Hat Man

Okay, I have an email called Reoccurring Hatman from Alicia. First off, hi. I love you both so much. I'm so happy I found your podcast. Let's get into it.

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Let's.

This is the most traumatic experience I have ever had and my mother, although we no longer speak because she's a sucky person, never acknowledged that this happened when I would bring it up as a teenager, but I very vividly remember.

I'm sorry.

In 2004

Nothing is worse than just being like gaslit by your own loved ones.

Yeah.

I also feel like sometimes people who are the gaslighters or like doing the bad things like truly don't remember and truly like unable to remember the like evilness in themselves.

Mhm.

Not that in this story her mom appears evil, but it does make you wonder what her mom's relationship with Hatman is.

Interesting, okay.

In 2004 my parents divorced and my mother moved my sister, who was 11 at the time, and myself, six at the time, 45 minutes away from my dad to live with our grandma until she could find us somewhere else to live. My grandma's house was built in 1951 and I have no knowledge of any deaths that occurred at this home or on the nearby land. However, my grandma did own an old

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grandfather clock which sat in the living room, which in my past research can be considered portals to the other side.

Mhm.

The living room was connected to the kitchen and dining area, which was then connected to a larger area that we used for family dinners and holidays. At the time, my grandma did not have rooms ready for all of us, so my older sister took the guest room and my mom and I slept together on an air mattress in the large family dining room. We lived here about 6 months, maybe almost a year. And there were multiple occurrences where the Hat Man would pay us a visit.

Damn, okay.

This always happened when everyone was asleep. Although, I can't tell you exactly what time, but my mother would somehow always know when he was about to show up. She would tell me, "You need to stay quiet and hidden. Do not lift the blanket. Do not move until he's gone." And I would agree. My mom would hide me under a thin blanket, like a flat sheet. And I would stay there until she said it

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was okay to come out. But, of course, little 6-year-old me had the curiosity of a cat and I would peek ever so gently to see what would scar me for life. In the doorway, I saw an abnormally tall shadow. He did not have any facial features, but he did wear a top hat. My mom spoke to him. "Please leave. There are no children here." But, he would argue with her every single time.

What?

And as an adult, I still can't figure out if he was verbally speaking or maybe if he was speaking telepathically, but he would say, "If I find any children, they will be mine and you will never see them again." My mother would beg and plead with him to leave and would say, "I do not have children here. Please leave." Eventually, he would basically disintegrate into thin air and my mom would come over, uncover me and tell me, "Time for bed." But, like, how do you tell a 6-year-old it's time for bed after the boogeyman just tried to kidnap them? But, every time I would listen and try to go to bed. After we moved out of that house, I

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never, ever saw the Hat Man again. Thank goodness.

What the heck?

Yeah. I now have an 8-year-old son who's had his own spooky experiences, but thankfully, none with the Hat Man. See you both on the other side, Alicia. She/her.

Holy I mean is it the hat man that follows hereditary lines or is it a hat man or like some evil entity that specifically lives at the grandma's house because that is also where Alicia's mom

happened.

grew up and clearly has like had interactions with this entity and knows it wants children.

Right.

Which also makes me wonder like was this always here in this house or did her mom play

Oh.

some little game with a Ouija board or something when she was a child, opened something up and then has been like or like you know some paranormal game where you like make a deal with the devil or something where it's like a joke and then you realize it so isn't.

Right.

And that's always been like her thing of being like afraid that this entity was going to come for her children and then

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it keeps coming to collect and she used to keep pretending that the kids aren't there.

What's the the pentess that like Oh, Rapunzel. It's very Rapunzel.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Stealing from the neighbor's garden and then having to promise your firstborn child.

Right.

Oh. [snorts] So wild. And you said that your your stories weren't scary.

[laughter]

This one certainly was but it it's just interesting too because it's like I feel like in so many of them the hat man is just like watching or like just presenting menacing energy but this was a conversation like an argument back and forth with

Right. Like a full-on interaction.

Mhm.

You know sometimes things are like really scary and unknown that there's nothing to be said except for to move on and give you another scary thing to think about.

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Hat Man ghost with photos

And this scary thing comes with a photo. This is from our listener Arwen. And it's called Hatman Ghost with photos included. Hi ghoul girls, my name is Arwen. I've been listening to the podcast for a couple of months and debated sending in my own story for a while and finally thought I'd share it. I'm from a small town in England, not too far away from Manchester, and I've always been spiritual. My mom always told me stories about how when I was younger I would see people and talk to people that literally weren't there or that she couldn't see was there. And I have many spooky stories, but this one is by far the spookiest and even has photos. When I was around 9 years old, my family and I moved into a new house. I have two older and two younger sisters. First few months we were living in the house, nothing happened. The energy was very calm. My oldest sister was dating a boy at the time who moved from Manchester to Liverpool, so she would spend her weekends traveling to see him. She did this trip weekly and never

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experienced anything. One of the nights she was traveling back, she called my mom panicking and freaking out. On the train window, these handprints kept appearing and reappearing and she was the only one in the train car.

While the train's moving?

And the picture is terrifying. She took a picture of the handprints. It's below. But she was the only one in the car and had no explanation for what was going on. I truly think that whatever was on the train that night attached itself to her and followed her back home because the energy in our house after that experience felt heavy and I started hating being in the house, anywhere in the house while alone. So we'll look at the photo of the handprints. Yeah.

Oh my god, those don't even look like handprints. They look like full-on like actual hands.

I know.

Cuz it's not You see the forearm.

I know.

[snorts]

This is so gross.

Yeah.

No, thank you.

Nope.

And they kept appearing and disappearing.

Oh god.

It's so unsettling. And also there's

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like like I can't tell if this is pareidolia, but like

Oh yeah.

doesn't that kind of look like an evil face on the other side?

Oh yeah.

Like bulbous eyes.

Yeah.

Ew. Ew. Ew. Like with a creepy like

smile.

Oh. The hands are also like the way that they're placed, doesn't it almost look fake? Like it's not like Yeah, they're almost perfectly mirrored of each other. It almost looks like like a glove.

Right.

You know? They look too real that it looks fake.

Yeah.

But this photo was posted in 2012 on Instagram when it happened. Okay. So like Arwen said, ever since that night, it seems like whatever it was followed her sister home. So I shared a bedroom with my two younger sisters at the time and we all started experiencing very similar things that still freak me out to this day. I'll try to summarize it to keep it short. But when we were laying in bed, we would hear footsteps in the hallway as if someone was pacing back and forth. Things would move and end up in random places. And at first nothing major

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happened, but as we know, it eventually got worse. I still don't know what exactly was in the house, but I know that whatever it was was not friendly. It's hard to describe what exactly I saw, but it was like a dark black mass wearing a top hat. The first time I saw him, I woke up from a nightmare and, like any 9-year-old would, I wanted to go to my mom. As soon as I sat up, and of course I slept in the top bunk, I saw this dark mass wearing a top hat standing at the bottom of my ladder. I freaked out and started screaming for my mom, who came running into my room, and by the time she got there, he was gone. I began to see him a lot after that. And then my younger sisters, particularly my youngest, who was four at the time, would always tell us that a scary man would peek around the bedroom door to look at her at night time. He would often stand in the bathroom watching us shower, and I always saw him standing at the top of the stairs. My older sisters also experienced things. One of them literally got pushed

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off her top bunk bed into a mirror. That's so aggressive. My older sisters both got locked in their bedroom, which had no lock on it, and when they tried to open it, it was as if someone was standing on the other side holding the door shut. This is a horror house. But, all after this one train experience. My mom often had sleep paralysis and would see the same man in her paralysis. But, in another photo, by far the creepiest thing that happened was when my older sister and her friend were home alone. They had this app on her computer. It was one of those apps that like took 100 photos within a minute and then turned it into a video. They were in her room playing on this app taking pictures, and then they went to look back at the video, and it kept crashing every time it got to one image. In this photo, you can see my sister and her friend posing, and in the black mass with what looks like a hand grabbing it. No one else was home when this was

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taken.

Uh, why does it kind of remind me of like a toddler? Like toddler proportions.

Yeah, like a doll. A doll with like maybe a bowl cut.

But you can see, I don't know who's her sister and her sister's friend, but like you can see in the mirror like the legs of the friend down, right?

Yeah.

And then it almost looks like the entity is like reaching for where her hands are.

Oh, like in the mirror?

Yeah.

I don't know. This is all very and it's like the clothes are almost like almost like this is like a raincoat, like a trench coat or something. Like you can see that there's a collar on it. You can see the the ceiling light reflecting on the hair. Like you can see the shine of the hair. I don't know, but that is so creepy.

Yeah.

[sighs]

Classic. I feel like all this stuff always came up in like that the quality of that photo is such a good example of like so many of the ghost photos like from like the It just reminds me of like using MacBook or like that photo booth

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or whatever it was.

photo booth, yeah.

Um, I feel like there's some really creepy ones. Ooh, so creepy.

unsettling. And the fact that it kept crashing on that photo, it's almost like it really needs you to see this specific photo.

Pay attention. Find me.

Find me cuz I found you. Arwen said, "We lived in that house for another 5 months before moving out. And the day we moved, my dad, who was a non-believer in the paranormal, had gone into the house to go get some boxes. He came out visibly shaken. He told my mom to leave whatever was in the house, to not go back. And when my mom asked why, he told her he'd gone upstairs and saw the man standing in my sister and I's bedroom. Even now when we walk past the house, my dad will always say, that's the scary house.

Oh, no.

And thankfully, whatever was in that house didn't follow us, but unfortunately, my paranormal experiences did not end there. I have so many more with more photo and video evidence if you'd like to hear them.

Yes.

From Arwen.

Wow. That's the scary house. Hey, at least

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the parents were totally aware. But this is freaking creepy.

Well, the dad was like a skeptic and didn't believe in it and then it's like on move out day.

Oh, [ __ ] up.

Oh.

Oh my god. I can't imagine the terror of like like if Noah was consistently truly scared and there was something happening.

Yeah.

And my my wife was like something's [ __ ] up and I have all this other stuff happening. I'd burn the house to the ground.

I think you'd move.

Metaphorically I'd

[laughter]

I'd bring the entity to the ground.

Oh, for sure.

I'd feed I'd go to Weasley Hills and feed him.

Feed him to the creeper. No, it's also wild how they they can directly tie it to the encounter on the train.

Don't like that at all.

And I also feel bad for whoever moved into that house.

[sighs]

Like what are they experiencing?

That's true cuz it came with the house it seems. Well, I don't know but

Cuz it stayed on the train.

Yeah, but it got stuck in the house. They never saw it again after they moved out.

True. I wonder if it stayed in the house though or if it just was like back to the train.

Stuck in the general vicinity and like had its own area that it liked and then

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it went somewhere else. To find some someone else.

Well, that's also interesting cuz I mean another topic we can probably talk about is like trains. Like do a paranormal encounters about trains because there's like those dreams that people have that are often very similar of like the train station and like all of the spirits. They're like passing through.

ghost trains. So many different things.

But like it does make me wonder if trains actually do serve as like some type of transport for the spirits between realms and because Arwen's sister was alone in that train car, like an entity popped in and then followed her.

I hate it so much cuz that image like in the train car also reminds me of talk to me and just like being tormented by all of these entities that are just like appearing the deeper you get into it like the more you don't even have to play the game it's just like finds you it's

Yeah I feel like the more you're in there the

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more violent it gets too.

Hat Man steals my baby

Oh yeah.

Okay well my next email is called Hat Man Steals My Baby. So maybe I did have a little bit of a theme with a couple [laughter] of mine.

And again can we just call out Corinne for in the beginning of this episode being like I don't think mine are that scary.

[laughter]

We've become desensitized.

Hello ladies my name is Lily and I've been watching your podcast for about a year now. You keep me company while I do my makeup and after the kids have gone to sleep. My husband overhears the podcast so much that he now sings your intro with a lot of emphasis on very spooky.

Wait someone sent us a video on I think on Instagram of their dog howling with the intro and I was like that is the most magical thing. Yeah.

I'm not much of a writer so please bear with me and before I start I would like to note that my mom struggled heavily with addiction and I truly believe that is why she had so much activity around her.

Mhm I'm sorry.

Let's start with my youngest memory. My

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mom's boyfriend owned a cabin and I believe it was built by his great grandfather and sat between a church and a power plant. It was really odd. I spent a lot of my younger years there. The stairs in the house had a wooden hatch at the top that we would lock every time we left and every time we came back the hatch would be wide open.

That would make me so concerned that like a human being

Someone yeah like fogging like someone's in the house. Now I can't even try to explain the layout of this entire place because it's just far too confusing and also too small but the upstairs was the scariest. When you open the hatch you're looking at a wall and then to the left is one big room. On the left wall is a cubby the size of a king bed, and that is basically what filled the space. Across in the middle of the room was a sheer white sheet to give some privacy to the matching twin beds at the end of that space. And that is where my sister and I slept. Behind that sheer white curtain, we fell asleep to the sound of the stairs creaking.

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While everyone in the house was cuddled up in their beds, those stairs creaked all night long.

Oh, how unsettling.

My grandma was so afraid of the place that she actually refused to visit, but we begged and begged and begged, and one night she finally agreed. We insisted that she stay and that we would take her home first thing in the next morning. She told us that she woke up to the sounds of chains rattling. And when she opened her eyes, at the foot of her bed stood a woman covered in the chains. Just completely wrapped in chains.

What in the Ebenezer Scrooge?

She was so afraid she didn't move. She just laid there staring at this woman until she finally fell back to sleep. And she never returned to that cabin again. She won't even talk about it anymore.

Honestly, fair.

Yeah. And this house is where the ghost photo I included came from. My brother took the photo out on the front deck. It was just him and I out there together, and I was definitely just a kid posing for every photo dramatically like little diva.

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And I don't know what this thing is, but it's like surrounding me. And I get chills every time I look at it.

What?

You're more than welcome to share.

Okay, so let's look at the photo.

It's like coming out from [snorts] her body.

Woah.

Almost. It's so weird. It's like a distortion of light. It's almost like a smoke in a way, like dancing around her.

But almost like looks like like if you like is this like a larger face and then like almost tentacles or arms like grabbing her?

Oh. Oh, I can kind of see the face now that you're talking about. It almost looks like it's like the elbows out and it's like reaching down for her.

Ooh, creepy.

[clears throat]

Creepy, creepy.

Wild.

Okay, fast forward. I'm 14 or 15. My mom is deep in her addiction and battling stage four breast cancer. She lives in a small one-bedroom, one-bath apartment with my two sisters. I lived with my dad and I visited her whenever she would remember that I existed. This apartment complex was really small. It only had like five units and the owner's house

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was on the property. At the time, it just felt like my mom and my sisters were occupying the place. It was very much giving Bates Motel.

Ugh.

Anyways, it was gated and we would always shut and lock the gate at night so that we would feel safer. Across the street was this huge property with a family cemetery, some small sheds that were made to look like old buildings such as schoolhouses and a mercan- mercantile. I feel like I always butch- butcher that word when I try to say it.

like this is like the town of House of Wax.

It truly sounds like that. And then there was this huge red barn, but no house. I really don't know what that thing was used for. We never saw anyone go in or out of it. Eventually, the curiosity got the best of us and my mom took us to hop the fence and go explore.

Okay.

It creeped us the hell out, but we loved it, so we kept going back. It took me a while to realize that my mom was actually stealing things from there and taking them to be pawned.

Mhm.

I believe that is what started it all. She was taking from them and they didn't

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like it. One night, my mom and I were hanging out in the backyard when we heard my little sister and my nephew, who was staying the night, both wake up at the same time screaming. They were both pointing out the window saying that a man was watching them. My mom was probably high off of her ass. She refused to go look and seeing her scared freaked me out, so I obviously didn't want to go look either and didn't go.

So scary.

We finally got them back to bed and we went to bed with them. We were so done. Nope, not doing this tonight. A few days go by and my mom tells me that the trash needs to go out. And so, of course, in that moment, it's night time, and it's dark as [ __ ] And the dumpster is quite a ways away from the house, but it's in view of the front door. And I'm joking, and I'm quoting SpongeBob trying to hype myself up, repeating, "I'm taking out the trash at night."

Oh.

Thinking about the hash-slinging slasher and whatnot. Whatever, I have to go. I open up the door, and I kid you not, there is this man

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flesh pedestrian-looking thing

What?

standing on the dumpster, bent over like he's digging through it. Stop. I can't do this. Hell no. He's looking at me, now just staring into my [ __ ] soul. Okay, wait. The fact that you pointed out the like figure, and it looks like the like it looks like a flesh pedestrian, and like the gangly arms and stuff. Ew. I wonder if this is kind of the same thing. I slammed the door shut. I couldn't even say anything. I just stood there looking at the front door for god long. I eventually open the door again, and it's still there. It's watching me. Nope, I slammed that door again, and I lock it. I made sure that the windows were locked, the back door, all the walls at this point. Just a hard nope. Was this the man that my sister and my cousin saw through the window?

Probably.

I don't know, but the trash was definitely not going out tonight.

[laughter]

So, I run, I tell my mom, and she just laughed at me. She was laughing at me like, "What is wrong with you?" Okay, okay. So, many days have passed, and my mom went to the gas station, and I'm

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waiting for her with my sisters. When she comes flying through the door crying. She said she pulled into a property, got out of her car, shut the gate, and when she turned to go back, the car door slammed and shut and locked, and all the doors were locked. And you know what? It's night. So, I reluctantly go out there with her to check the doors again, but now the passenger door is unlocked. So, I climb over, and I open the driver door for her. We drive up to the front of our apartment, and my little sister's Big Wheel trike is facing the apartment door in front of our car. So, we park, and the thing whips out around, now facing us. It's like empty little kids bike.

What Oh, it's very interesting.

We are screaming. We're running into the house, past the Big Wheel, freaking out. I am so done. I want to go home to my dad. I do not want to be here.

Ugh.

So, the next morning, I do get to go home. So, more time passes, and I get sent a video of my mom pouring salt on the front door of her apartment. She said a woman came by asking to see the apartment and see what it looked like

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because she was interested in renting one of the ones in the apartment complex. My mom let her in to look, and as soon as the woman enters, my mom has this not so good feeling. The woman has a gash on her chin and is telling my mom about how this area had Native American burial grounds and all this stuff. And so, my mom is rushing this tour at this point, and she's just still getting horrible vibes from this woman. She takes her to the backyard. She shuts the door behind them, and now [clears throat] this woman is saying serpents were eating her chin, and the door won't [ __ ] open.

This reminds me of the last book club book we read. We used to live here.

Oh my god, yeah. Spooky.

My mom is banging on the door and kicking it and not budging. She turns around to look at this lady, but the lady is now gone. And the door is open. Now, I know I said my mom was in active addiction, but we witnessed so much in this apartment together, and the fear in her eyes, I know for a fact, 100% that this did happen to her.

Mhm.

A while after this, she did get evicted from this place and moved back in with

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an old boyfriend from the previous story's house, so the haunted cabin.

Mhm.

And to make a sad story short, she quickly got really sick with pneumonia and passed away.

Oh.

Well, now she haunts me. Years go by, and I met a girl named Emily. We become super close, and I basically live with her family. I opened up to them about my mom and how I wished that she would give me a sign, and Emily's mom laughed and finally gave in and said that she could communicate with those who had passed. She explained to me how it's a gift, but it's also a curse all in one. She never gets a break from the noise. She doesn't like to channel people, but my mother had been bugging her for months now. She laughed and explained how overbearing my mom had been and she'd been in her face begging to hug me and tell me that she's here. She went into great detail on all of these things and things that no one would ever know about my relationship with her but me.

I also do like that the mom was like, "I'm going to wait for Lily to

express interest."

Yeah, and yeah.

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Cuz maybe she doesn't want this. Yeah.

And now she gives me signs that she's there. She turns things on, she messes with my electronics, and whenever I walked into Emily's mom's room, her printer would turn on and the lights would flicker.

Oh.

Now that I've had kids, she messes with their things, their toys, thermometers, monitors, and like clockwork. 30 minutes after my son is asleep, I leave the room and then there's a loud tap coming from the monitor like she's tapping dead center of the camera every night.

[sighs and gasps]

Like, "Hello, I'm here."

[laughter]

I'm watching [clears throat] him. Lastly, sleep paralysis. With a hat man stealing my baby. I'm freshly postpartum, maybe 2 weeks postpartum. My husband and I hear that red lights help your baby sleep. I don't know, we were desperate.

So, you got pick red lights in our

Right.

So, you got

I have a red light in Noah's room. I haven't heard it doesn't help, so I don't know.

alarms, like those have red lights, too.

Yeah, I have a red the red hatch baby hatch on and then his actual lamp, I just put a red light bulb in.

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Hm. I heard it's supposed to be calming for you.

Yeah.

Well, it doesn't like wake you up as much.

Yeah.

We got a red light bulb and we screwed that thing ASAP. We had a bedside bassinet and my son was finally asleep. Our bedroom door is wide open and I'm delusional. I'm drifting to sleep to the sound of my husband's snores. I don't know how much time has passed, but suddenly I wake up to a man with a tall hat standing in my doorway. Oh. I can't move. I can't scream. I'm freaking out trying to get my baby, but I weigh a million pounds and I can't even move a finger. He slowly walks over, grabs my son out of the bassinet, and walks back to the door.

What?

He stops in the doorway, glances over his shoulder at me, and then disappears with my baby. I finally wake up and I jump up to find my son is in his bed. I'm shaking my husband to get up, go check the house, and he's reassuring me that everything was locked. It was just

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a bad dream. He got up, he got his pocket knife anyway, and went to go check the house for me. I do not think I went back to sleep after that. I was so scared. I had so much adrenaline going through me. I don't remember the rest of the night at all. And all I know is that I was a first-time mom and I was [ __ ] panicking. I thought he was coming back for him. I thought he was coming for my baby. I thought that this was a warning, and I still feel sick thinking about it.

You I mean, begged really be hat man entity that just wants to steal children.

[laughter]

I have so many more stories that I planned to share, but my phone is glitching so bad. It keeps auto-correcting and deleting whole sentences that I type.

Weird.

She said my phone never does this to me. Maybe I just woke up the spirits. Well, thank you ghouls for creating this community. I hope to see you on the other side. Lilly.

Damn, Lilly.

And then Lilly followed up and said, "I wanted to send a little update. After I sent this email, my son started waking up around 4:00 a.m. screaming for me to

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come in his room. Definitely not his normal behavior at all. Two nights in a row, he was saying that he was scared and something about something in his chair in the room.

[gasps]

The rocker that we used for him and our daughter. So, I cleansed the [ __ ] out of his room and I put crystals in his door frame. I'm hoping that helps him. I don't know [clears throat] what's been going on, but these ghosts cannot be [ __ ] with my babies.

Feel like we need an update. When was that sent?

Uh, oh, this was recent. This was December of 2025.

Okay, I hope that the cleansing has helped.

Yeah.

And be gone.

Be gone.

Child stealing hat

stealing hat man.

What is with all these hat men that want children?

Oh. Yeah, I don't know. I really don't like that.

Well, cuz another theory about the hat man is like that it it's almost like generational trauma.

Yeah.

And it's like following a traumatic line. I don't know, cuz even my next story like there was a lot of trauma in their

Yeah.

life and then they started seeing this

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entity.

I hate that like the hat man is going for infants. It's like they don't even get a chance for like the generational curses to be broken.

If anyone has any understanding of this type of hat man and how to defeat it let us know.

Mhm.

Wait, just a little side note that might make people smile. Naomi loves Mulan right now.

So cute.

And there is a song called A Girl Worth Fighting For. And one of the characters is like this like short stout like really deep voiced man. I don't remember his name, but Naomi like she just in general has an amazing ear for music and like she knows every tune, she can sing everything on key on key like remembers every word.

Well, I remember like like a year ago you said Naomi will just like lay in bed at night. She doesn't want anyone in her room when she's going to sleep. Like she's alone just singing to herself.

Well, she like needs you to put her to bed and she likes to have you sing to her, but then yes, she'll like stay up and just sing.

Mhm.

But the song A Girl Worth Fighting For,

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there's like the one character who has a really deep like a girl worth fighting for. Naomi will sing the song normally and then for his lines, she'll go and do the the raspy

Oh my god, I want to see a video of this.

It is so cute. [laughter] I'll have my sister send a video of it.

you take a video.

It's At first when she did it, I cuz I had I hadn't seen Mulan in so long that I didn't remember that [snorts] song. Cuz she was singing it without the music playing and I was like, "What voice are you making?" And then I heard the song and she sang it again with [laughter] it and I was like, "Damn, actress."

Yeah, she needs She needs an accurate rendition of the song. She's so good.

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Yeah.

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followed by something for 10 years

I have a story from our listener Peanut. It's called Followed by Something for Almost 10 Years.

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Hi ghoulish girlies. I'm censoring the names of everyone involved in this saga for the sake of letting the dead lie. For the purposes of privacy, you can call me Peanut. Content warning, I do briefly mention mental health issues. This all began when I was about 14 years old and ended this year when I'm 23. I went to inpatient for mental health my freshman year of high school and I endured a lot of traumatic events while in this facility. Years later, the facility was shut down for abuse of patients, so if that gives you any idea. After I got back from this facility, I began experiencing a lot at once. That makes me so sad because that's not like when you're seeking help for being like in the lowest place of your life and you get more trauma from it. Like that's the most heartbreaking thing in the world.

I know.

I genuinely wish every single trauma treatment program was like Trauma and Beyond, which I did in

Yeah.

It's in California. It's like literally I don't know any other program like it.

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And it was the most healing experience.

Which is like thank god that happened for you.

I know. So, this is what Peanut experienced and Peanut writes, "After getting back from this facility, I began experiencing a lot all at once. It was like my coming home awakened something despite having lived in that same house for 10 years prior with nothing happening. I would stay awake through the night watching YouTube and every night at 3:00 a.m. things became active. My bedroom shared a wall with our stairs and right when that clock hit 3:00 a.m. something would start knocking on that wall in bursts of three. Knock knock knock. Very slowly. It would move along the wall. Knock knock knock. All the way until it got to my door, which is parallel to the top stair. Like you get up to the stairs, take a sharp 180° turn and there's my door. It would knock on my door and my door would slowly open and then nothing. It would take whatever this was about 15 to 20 minutes to get from the base of the stairs up to my door.

Oh, they're like It's so long.

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That reminds me so much of that guy who charged me and my child.

And you watched him so slowly move up the stairs.

Yeah, whatever. Oh, I hate that.

I was a devout Christian teen, so I would pray each night and I slept with the Bible under my pillow, but it still happened. I shared this with a friend and they offered to have their grandpa, who was a pastor, come to bless the house, but I was too scared to tell my parents what was going on. After a while, it stopped. Weird things would happen every now and then. I'd come home from school, the front door would be open. I had a neighbor friend who would come in with his knife and clear the house for me, but nothing was ever there. My bathtub would start running randomly when I was home alone.

That's so weird.

Yeah, I hate that.

And I would hear someone banging around in the garage when I was the only one home. About a year after the first event, I had a surgery where I flatlined on the table for several minutes, which [clears throat] made things a lot worse. I began to experience intense sleep paralysis, and the first time was really traumatizing.

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It's been almost 10 years and the situation still scares me. And I'm writing this at 3:00 p.m. on a Saturday because bringing it up after dark gives me the heebie-jeebies, but I was lying in bed watching Friends. I was finally starting to drift off right as an episode was ending, and shortly after, I wake up as a new episode is starting because I heard my closet creaking. I was unable to move. I darted my eyes to the left to see three figures emerge from my closet. I didn't have a walk-in closet. When I would play hide-and-seek as a child, I couldn't even fit in the closet, but three full-size adults just walked out of it, and they closed the door behind them. There was a man and a woman that looked like decrepit virgin decrepit version

Decrepit [laughter] virgins.

Oh, please some high school band use that as their

The decrepit virgins. The decrepit versions. good. You can steal it.

[laughter]

There was a man and a woman that looked like decrepit versions of my parents.

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Like the other mom, the other dad.

They had white skin, almost like it was glowing. They went and stood by the door to the hallway while a tall, skinny woman figure with long, dark hair moved toward my bed. She climbed onto my bed and crawled up to straddle me.

[sighs and gasps]

That's so old hag and I just hate

But the fact that it's like accompanied by these two others that look like her parents.

Ew. Ew.

At this point they're trying to keep her calm at first before they attack.

At this point I can hear the Friends theme song in the background. Clap, clap, clap, clap. And the woman puts her rotting hands around my neck and begins to strangle me.

What?

I tried to move. I tried to scream, but I was just frozen. I could feel my vision getting darker, my breath getting shorter. And then she just got up, walked towards the door, opened it for the other two, and all three of them disappeared into the hallway.

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But as she was leaving, she turned back around, put her finger up to her lips to shush me before leaving and closing the door. After a few minutes I can move again. I shot up in bed. My dad came into my room and asked if I had gotten up because he heard my door click. So it's not like this is like a happening in the paranormal realm.

This is in reality and Peanut's dad heard the door.

I started sobbing. My neck and throat were sore for days after this. Afterwards I had minor instances, but I learned to keep my eyes closed until I could move. When I was 17 we moved to a new house in a different town and I thought that meant all of it would be over, but I was wrong. During the lockdown of 2020 I was almost 18 and I stayed home most of the time. My dad had a job where he had to leave during the day and was usually about 10 minutes away from us. One day my mom is upstairs in my room talking to me when we heard the back door open and close. I quickly and quietly pushed my bedroom door closed and locked my mom, our dog, and myself in the room. I passed my mom

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a can of Raid arming her, and I armed myself with a rainbow piñata stick, which I lovingly referred to as my disco stick and I kept till I was 22. I looked out my bedroom window and saw neighbors outside across the street. I was waving my arms trying to get their attention to have them call the cops, but they couldn't see me. We start hearing footsteps moving around the house. My mom starts texting my dad to come home. I had a boyfriend who worked across town, but he was a half hour away. Suddenly, the footsteps start climbing the stairs. Luckily, in this house my room had a walk-in closet that locked. So, I quietly pushed a long ottoman in front of the bedroom door and got all of us into the closet. But we keep hearing the footsteps walking around the landing, into different rooms, just pacing the hallway. At this point we're crying. I was sending texts to my grandma and close friends telling them how much I love them because we genuinely believe we were going to be victims of a home invasion and be on the news tomorrow.

It's so horrifying.

I love my dog, but he's tiny and he was old. He only really had eight teeth.

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Oh.

Suddenly, we got the notification on Life360 that my dad arrived and the footsteps went downstairs. But I was afraid to ask for my dad. We heard the garage door open and then we heard more footsteps coming up the stairs. He knocks and says, "It's me, come out." My mom gets up to go open the door, but I stop her. I'm suspicious. I want to make sure it's my dad. So, I call out, "What movie did we watch together last summer for my film class?" If it wasn't him or if it was my dad and someone had him, he would lie to keep us safely in the bedroom. But he answered correctly. My mom, dog, and I all left the room and we were out of breath and nobody entered the house. There was no one there at any point in time besides my family.

What the [ __ ] That is so creepy, especially given that like when dad is coming home, that presence is just like, "Oh, I got to go." Like

Goes downstairs.

Yes.

Heard the footsteps. That fall I moved to college and all is well for the most part. I still had some bouts of sleep

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paralysis, but nothing too extreme. I thought it was all over. That winter I began to date a man and I moved into a studio apartment with him. From the placement of the bed, I could see into the bathroom and had a clear view of the mirror. We did not have a healthy relationship and I would repeatedly wake up in the middle of the night, usually around 3:45 to 4:30 a.m. and I would see a man with a top hat standing at the sink staring into the mirror at me. That's so interesting. It's like in the bathroom watching her, but through the mirror.

Yeah.

I would always say, "You're not allowed to stay here. I command you to leave." And I would just close my eyes until the room felt safe. One night I had sleep paralysis and I saw this man leave the bathroom, walk past the bed, stare at me for what felt like hours before moving through the front door. When I was 19, that boyfriend and I moved into an apartment that was old. When we moved in, I found children's toys stuffed down the drain of the bathtub.

Oh, what the [ __ ]

And behind the washer in my closet, which would make sense. Maybe like there was no plug on the drain and like a

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little toy went down.

Oh, okay. But it's really creepy.

It is creepy. But I then started having an onslaught of sleep paralysis with me waking up and just staring at a shadow man wearing a top hat in the corner of my room by the closet.

Oh my god, can she not get a break? It's like no matter where she goes, no matter who she's with.

Yeah.

Just riddled with ghosts.

We also had this issue with the flickering lights in the bathroom. One day when I was home alone, I was able to communicate with something when I was in the bathroom and learned that there was a spirit of a little boy that lived in my bathroom. He flickered the lights to say hello, but he was harmless. And when the energy got really dark in my bedroom, I would often go hide in the bathroom where it felt lighter. There were several issues in my personal life that came to a head while living in this apartment, and I never felt like I was me while living there. Like I was making choices that weren't mine. They were out of character. I became a shell of myself while living there, and had an intense flare of all my medical and mental health issues. After a year, I ended up moving until I landed at the last apartment. And I

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continued to have sleep paralysis. Here are the worst cases. I woke from a dream and attempted to tell my husband, then boyfriend, that I heard someone in our living room. I was frantic trying to tell him when all of a sudden I felt a presence behind me. My head was yanked back, and I heard a cacophony of guttural screams and thunder and pleas for help and chains moving. It felt like I was falling through space and time, and I landed in my bed frozen. I stared at the door, and there it was, the shadow figure with the hat standing there. I shut my eyes. I focused all of my energy into screaming. Finally, it worked, and my husband woke up startled. A few months ago, I had a dream that I was in my office at work with my coworker and expressed that I wanted to pray. In my dream, I felt my jaw begin to hurt, and then a hand came from behind me, clamped my mouth shut. I woke up in sleep paralysis.

Okay, your theme is like being silenced physically with grabbing mouths. Making you bleed in your mouth.

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I shut my eyes again, tried to wake myself up. I tried to move, and finally it stopped. Then it happened a few weeks ago. I just began to fall asleep while watching your podcast, which I don't might not be a good idea for you, Peanut. And I started to feel that beginning feeling of sleep paralysis, like someone was watching me. I refused to open my eyes, and again focused all of my energy into moving my hand over to wake up my husband and to screaming. But then I felt someone crawl onto the bed. I started praying. I was finally able to smack my husband into being awake, and he helped me out of the paralysis. He has never seen what I see when I'm in these states. My first instinct when I feel like someone is watching me while I'm half asleep is to wiggle my toes. I know something is sinister if I cannot wiggle my toes. Interesting. I have no idea what has been following me, but it's been two houses, four apartments, and five dorm rooms later, and I'm still experiencing it. I may be crazy. I may be wrong. I don't know, but there were hints of things before, but I think when I died during surgery for those couple it really

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opened me up to something. It's not all bad, but the bad is bad. Yeah. Thanks, ladies, for all that you do. And this is from Peanut, and there's an image attached. It was a photo of bite marks that were found on Peanut's leg after waking up from sleep paralysis.

Wait, what the heck? But it doesn't look like normal teeth.

I know, I just had to touch my own teeth. There are so many ridges on like Yeah. You would assume it's the front four uh four teeth.

Yeah. But there's one that's like a perfect circle. Yeah, it's like a circle and then the ones next to them are have big ridges. Yeah, I don't know. Uh sorry, Peanut, that sounds horrible.

I know.

Especially the like the first experience of the other mother, other dad, and the entity in the middle.

Mhm.

Like what? Why they travel as three? And is there a hierarchy? Like were these other two watching the third to see how

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they like what they're supposed to do? Was it like training day or what?

I don't I don't know.

This reminds me of that one story where the hat man was good, and he said goodbye cuz he he had kids or like an alien whatever it was.

wasn't a hat man. It was like a little like weird gremlin. Yeah. And he was like, "I'm retiring."

Yeah, like after being so evil for so long was like brought the kids to be like, "I had children, and I have to say goodbye. It's been so great. Thank you for [clears throat] having me.

And then never saw him again. It was very monster zing.

Very monster zing. Oh my god, well Peanut is experiencing so much. I feel so bad.

I know.

Oh, but at least you know there are some witnesses to some of it.

Yes. And after experiencing my own bout of sleep paralysis, uh like the entity is 100% there.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I Yeah, yeah.

Well, that's fun.

Cheery, cheery

good fun.

Uh like we promised, we would have no answers by the end of this. We don't know what hat men are or

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Yep.

why they do what they do, but they do what they do.

And like I personally promised, none of mine were scary, right?

[laughter]

None.

None.

Hat man stealing children is totally fine.

Two for two.

Desensitized.

That's where my mind is at. Demons coming for your kids.

Horrifying. Yeah. Sleep well.

[laughter]

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