Written Confession: Hatman and the Floating Boy
The following written confession was submitted via email:
I was listening to 507, I believe it was. Where you started off talking to a mans son who saw what he called the hat man.
I also had a similar experience when I was like 8 years old. It was the silhouette of a man, no detail just black, side view silhouette of a man. Wearing like an overcoat with a gangster hat or Fedora.
I woke up very cold and I remember my bed was next to a window and I looked up at it thinking it must be open, but it wasn't. Thats when I saw the black figure in my door way and I couldn't move. I was scared, but what was terrifying was that I couldn't breathe. It just stood there did not approach me, but I couldn't breathe.
The next thing that happened was my room lite up really bright, brightest light I had every seen, still to this day. Then the black silhouette was gone and in its place was a young boy, looking at me, beautiful. I still couldn't move but I was able to breathe. I was still scared, But I knew that he wasn't going to hurt me. Like he saved me.
He was in an old fashion night gown, like those long night gowns that went to his feet. He was floating a good foot off the ground and in his hand was I saw as a lantern, which was where the light was coming from, I guess. He was the most beautiful thing I ever seen and I think it was more of a feeling, if that makes any sense.
Once the boy left I was able to move and I jumped out of bed to run to my parents room, but was very hesitant. I was afraid to go through the doorway in case the black silhouette was waiting. I finally just ran and woke up my parents. who of course didn't believe me, until my sister told them she saw a little boy in the hall way the next morning.. Described him the same as I did except, she saw him holding a candle that illuminated the light. She did not see the black silhouette though.
I used to have the same dream every night in that house. I cant tell you if it was before or after the incident. The dream was that everyone was evil and you could tell because they all had black eyes. Telling me to come with them, that they would take care of me. I would run home and find my family was the same. Every where I turned everyone was evil, black eyes.
I have my beliefs to why I think that I was targeted early on in life but it sounds crazy. I was told like 8-10 years later by a medium that I was going to help people, that he saw 10's of thousands of these people. That these people were all handicapped but looked normal. I had no idea at the time what he was talking about but I think I do today. I am a member of ,"Narcotics Anonymous". I have 22 years clean and I think that the black silhouette came to prevent me from succeeding in Gods plan for me. I know that sounds crazy but its what I believe. Of all the things I put myself through in life, I should not be alive, yet here I am.
