Has anyone ever experienced the "Hat Man"? A Dark Shadowy Image of a Man who Appears while you sleep?

Saw the hat man once many years ago while living in my condo. Had lots of strange occurrences there actually, it the hat man freaked me out. I was getting ready to try and fall asleep when I got the feeling I was being watched. I opened my eyes and there was about a 6 foot jet black shadow of a man standing at the foot of my bed watching me. Looked like a silhouette. I could see the outline clearly. He wore a fedora style hat and what looked like a trench coat. No facial features or any detail of his outfit. It was straight black but sharply outlined. I slowly pulled the covers over my head and pretended it wasn’t there, even though I knew it was. I was frozen with fear, couldn’t think of anything else to do. Next thing I know I’m waking up and it’s morning. I’ll tell you right now, I wasn’t dreaming, I was fully awake when I saw it.

I've seen little shadow creatures at the foot of my bed trying to crawl up on top of me. They could stretch their arms really far and had little yellow slits for eyes and would disappear when I saw them or said Jesus's Name 3 times.
I've seen them more than once but not in the last 2 years thank God.
Yes they are real and I have seen pictures of them on several sites, drawings of the exact same things that total strangers have seen as well. So I ain't the only one.

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Have you seen The Hat Man?

Yes, some years ago I was raped in my butthole by the hat man while I was sleeping. It was delightful.

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Have you seen The Hat Man?

yes

just dozed off

was walking I think through like woods

he just appeared from the side

then awake

Never experienced the hat man, but spending the night at my great aunt's place I woke to find a young woman in a wedding dress and veil standing at the foot of the bed, her hair, veil, and dress moving as if standing in the wind, and I heard her ask softly and sadly, her voice shaking as if she was on rhe verge if tears, "Robert, why did you leave me?" And then faded away and she was gone. The smell of jasmine from the bouquet she was holding lingered until dawn.

I didn't sleep the rest of the night. In the morning I told the family what I'd experienced, turns out my great aunt's uncle Robert had left a poor girl at the altar over a rumor that she was already pregnant by the best man, and she hung herself. The rumor was a lie started by nine other than the best man because he'd wanted her for himself, after she died he put a pistol to his head and killed himself. My great aunt showed us a picture of her uncle Robert, it was like looking at one of those pictures you take of yourself in civilwar costumes for fun, I looked just like him, and was sleeping in his old bedroom.

I still wake up from time to time to the scent of jasmine.