#little nightmares hatman

[kingorange55]

Okay so you know when mono is riding on the train to get away from the gate man? It seems as if slams his back against the wall, although it's pretty hard to tell

This photo barely makes sense of anything so I'd recommend you watch someone play at that scene and slow it down. Anyways I'm creating the Alan becker version of this and I like injury's so I want to add it in the "more details" version, I will possibly be doing more research on blunt force trauma because although I read all of that some things I don't know like "superficial epidermis"

I got the photos above from national institutes of health(NIH) (.gov)

If you want to do research or whatever here's the link!: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK470338/

I don't expect anyone to read this, just know I tried to get the injury accurate but I doubt it will be super duper amazingly accurate 😅

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

Thursday's No Good Kinda Shit Sunday

thursday is now at the university!!! while there, she gets a letter adressed to "a gentleman of some little importance" which they take and accept, and the letter sender says she'll meet them at their lodgings

thursday then spends the next few hours failing every 70% check he comes across

and gets nightmares

on their way back to their lodgings they have to deal with

him :-) 👋🎩

right after Thursday's time the healer too (like father like daughter)

so, being hounded by the hatman, Thursday finally gets back home

where the Ambitious Barrister awaits

and i misclick Thursday sends her away

so now they have to wait for her to come back after he accidentally snubbed her

[bigbysgentlehand]

i wanna chart out the earth-null marvelcule at some point because i love when a polycule becomes an incomprehensible web

so like in terms of who i ship hatman with. obviously theres quill and johnny. parker's a little up in the air, but im leaning towards it. theres a few others that are also still up in the air like kurt and jake.

quill pairings ... i like quillock and i like riderquill a lot but im not super informed on either is the issue. im not that big on prydequill admittedly so im probably just gonna brush past that. same with starmora. twitter has also gotten me into starknight ... moonstar? idk but its him w moon knight and i likey.

so. obviously i cannot ignore spideytorch. it is a necessity in these trying times. its peak. BUT i also really like the classics (mj/parker) and the niche picks (johnny/angelica) so thats gonna be present too. btw earth-null mj is transmasc and uses he/they pronouns. I DO ALSO LOVE PETER/HARRY TBH SO LIKE UM MAYBE THAT WILL HAPPEN.

the nightmare polycule

[bondsmagii]

I have a friend who cans see spirits and ghost, he claims to almost always see them as shadows or as people who sometimes lack eyeballs.

He also claims that he usually sees more paranormal activity on the day of the death, it seems like it’s something a family trait because other people on their family also have this ability, he rarely talks about it thought specially because my sister doesn’t like this kind of topics.

Of course this spooked us a little at first (because he sometimes can tell if the spirits are hostile or not) my mom asked him about it and he said that there was the spirit of a man in a hat on the kitchen, my mom first said that he described the spirit as “ugly” but then realized how off putting that sounded and immediately changed the description: “maybe ugly wasn’t the right word, perhaps “sad” was better”

I actually asked him personally if he sensed any hostility or bad presence in the house and he jokingly said (we as a family are a little difunctional, the dynamic is very similar to the one of “Malcolm in the middle” ) that he got more hostility from the living than the death.

Me and my family have lived in that house for so long and fortunately, we never saw or sensed anything, my family is also very skeptical about this,except for my sisters, I once send you an ask talking about this incident, where my oldest sister saw a friend’s deceased grandfather walk into the room and then disappear.

Now my other sister, I always attributed this incidents as her being under stress at those moments because she has the habit of sleepwalking when she was a kid and was a very perfectionist and somewhat anxious person, we shared the same room and she often had nightmares.Sometimes because she saw horror movies or because she was stressed during the day

one of her most recurring nightmares was that she saw a man in a hat standing beside her bed standing at the door’s threshold of our room, she obviously didn’t liked the presence at all and feared it a lot and I wonder if it was just a coincidence caused by a rather common nightmare phenomena or if it could be linked to what my sister’s friend saw.

Thankfully I’ve never seen anything happen at the house and have never experienced any kind of paranormal activity (unlike the rest of my family).

that's pretty interesting, considering I was just talking about the Hatman with some other anons! I don't know if you've heard of this guy, but it's basically exactly as it sounds: the figure of a man, usually in deep shadow, who's wearing a hat. sometimes this is a kind of bowler hat, or some people report a top hat, but whatever hat it is (I think it's more commonly a bowler) he's got that hat and he appears to be a dude, so, Hatman. makes sense.

anyway, this is a pretty common phenomena, and loads of people have reported seeing him. it's very common to see him in dreams, and I believe this is where most people see him, but it's also not unusual for people to wake up and see him standing over their bed or somewhere in their room. slightly rarer but still not uncommon is proper waking sightings of him, as in seeing him standing somewhere or passing through a place when a person is completely awake, and it's outside of any influence from sleep.

nobody is really sure what the deal is with this guy. some people report him feeling malicious, but others just say he's kind of there. considering the rest of the activity at your house, it could just be that he shows up there because the energy is right. either way, it's definitely a widely reported phenomenon, so your sister isn't alone in her experiences.

[howtohero]

#276 The Self-Help Guide for Child Sidekicks

It has come to our attention that despited our best efforts and repeated attempts to prevent such things, many superheroes are still employing child sidekicks. (Read: child soldiers in their war on crime.) This is, obviously, still a horrible idea as most supervillain attacks are home to poison fumes, fear toxins, zombie carnivores and lots of loose knives, all things that children are famously not supposed to be around. And yet, we’ve seen time and time again that superheroes will actively recruit children, usually orphans, to help them fight crime. (I guess you can still call it a “one-man crusade on crime” if the person you’re waging it with is not a man but a child.) So, we’ve decided that it’s time for a new approach. Today we’re going to reach out directly to the children... Children still read advice blogs right? (Definitely.)

So, hello children, how are you today? Gleefully beating up henchmen in dark alleys? Kicking terrorists in the shins? Fab fab fab. Now, how would you like to stop doing all of that because, as it would turn out, all that stuff is extremely dangerous and you are a child and that is not the kind of stuff you should be doing at all. And look, I get it, you’ve got incredible powers, or a knack for kick flips, or an insatiable thirst for justice, and that’s great. Your heart is definitely in the right place. Nobody understands the desire to use your incredible powers for good at such a young age better than me. (Except, probably, for people who actually have superpowers at a young age.) But you’re simply not ready to go out into the field and busting skulls quite yet. Instead you should take this time to hone your abilities so that when it comes time for you to enter the crime fighting world you can start out as an experienced and professional hero who doesn’t accidentally blow up a school or get gross webbing everywhere.

As a young superhuman it is important that you don’t allow yourself to be swayed by the rhetoric of established superheroes. They’re going to tell you that you can be a valuable asset in the field, and that many supervillains are actually terrified of ten-year-olds in tights but don’t listen to them! They are most likely lying. (There is, admittedly, a thirty percent chance that they’re actually just stupid, lotta stupid superheroes out there. More than you’d think.) Trust me, all they’re thinking about is securing their legacy. They just want you to train you to be just like them so that you can take over their superhero identity when they retire or die or get shunted into another dimension. And I’m gonna let you in a little secret, they’re never going to retire and pass their mantle on to you. It’s a false promise! You’re just going to be another in a long line of proteges, apprentices, and sidekicks that get led on until you somehow grow older than the hero you’re working for. Don’t believe me? At the time of this writing there have been 388 different Hatboys. Anyone have a guess as to how many Hatmans (Hatmen?) there have been during that time? It’s 1. Hatman has always been Hatman. Still don’t believe me? Let’s take a look at what’s happened to some of those Hatboys.

Hatboy #1: Went to college. (Nerd.) Hatboy #2: Was turned into a crowbar by a wizard. (Was then lost in a big pile of crowbars that Hatman used to keep lying around.) Hatboy #23: Asked when Hatman planned on dying so he could become Hatman. Was arrested for “threatening the life of a beloved superhero.” Hatboy #46: Stung by a wasp and decided he was not cut out for the superhero life. Hatboy #73: The only female Hatboy to date. She left Hatman’s tutelage pretty quickly and struck out on her own. She goes by the name Helm Lady now and she’s actually doing quite well for herself. Hatboy #74: Eaten by a shark. Hatboy #79: Beaten to death with Hatboy #2. (Hatboy #2 was subsequently lost again. Nobody involved realized that he was the crowbar used to kill Hatboy #79.) Hatboy #86: The “forgotten Hatboy”, only showed up on one mission with Hatman and was never seen again. When asked by How To Hero about this Hatboy Hatman told us “there was never an 86th Hatboy”. Hatboy #100: The hundredth Hatboy! Can you believe some people actually thought this guy would be the one to take over Hatman’s legacy. Ha! Joke’s on them. He turned out to be a cyborg sent from the future to kill Hatman. Technically the closest any Hatboy has gotten to taking on Hatman’s mantle.  Hatboy #115: Sprained his ankle and was told by a doctor that he couldn’t fight crime for a few months. Hatman promptly returned him to the orphanage from whence he came (can you even do that?????) and had his memory erased. (What??????) Hatboy #166: Stung by bees, had an allergic reaction, taken to hospital, hospital ended up being a front for evil bees, every doctor was actually several evil bees in a lab coat, Hatboy stung several more times, has several more allergic reactions, quits. Hatboy #167: Hatboy #166′s twin. He got annoyed that Hatman kept calling him his brother’s name. Quit. Hatboy #173: Accidentally launched out of a cannon. Never seen again. Hatboy #180: Lost in enchanted woods. Hatboy #182: Actually a tiny supervillain. Hatboy #193: Trapped in Opera House of Doom. Hatboy #195 and Hatboy #196: The first and only time Hatman decided to employ two Hatboys at the same time. They killed each other after a dispute about which of them Hatman loved more. (A stupid argument, Hatman didn’t much care for either of them.) Hatboy #203: Turned into a crocodile. Is doing just fine now. Hatboy #209: Cloned and then fired for violating Hatman’s strict but fair “no clones” policy. Hatboy #213: 213... 2 13... 13 twice... that’s unlucky two times. Like hell was Hatman going to keep a guy like that around. Shortest time as Hatboy at three seconds. Hatboys #214-233: After 213 failed Hatboys the local orphanage banned Hatboy from adopting anymore orphans so the next 20 Hatboys were imaginary. Unfortunately, not even nonexistence was enough to protect these brave Hatboys from suffering horrifying and grisly fates. Hatboy #234: The first new real Hatboy in three years. In an effort to show the rest of the superhero and orphanage community that he could keep a Hatboy safe, this Hatboy was never allowed outside until he turned thirty. By this time he was too large for the Hatboy costume, so he was fired. Hatboy #235: Hatboy’s back bay-beeee and cooler than ever! This Hatboy had spiked green hair, cool sunglasses, a skate board, and pet monkey. Easily the coolest Hatboy ever. Shame about the thing with the immovable mass of dark thoughts though. Hatboy #266: Eaten by that same shark from before. Apparently it acquired a taste for Hatboys. It now goes by the name Sidekick Snapper and it is still at large, so if that doesn’t turn you off from being a sidekick I don’t know what to tell you. Hatboy #272: Accidentally run over by the Hatmobile. Hatboy #279: Part witch, melted when it rained. Hatboy #280: Part ice pop, melted in the sun. Hatboy #283: As part of an attempt at synergy between this blog and the superhero community, this Hatboy was actually our very own Curly! {It was not fun let me tell you. On day three he had me scrubbing out the(All right nobody wants to hear it let’s move on to the next one!) Hey!} Hatboy #294: Tried to push Hatman in front of a train to avenge his predecessors. It didn’t work obviously. If Hatman had a dime for every time he got pushed in front of a train he’d be three times as rich as he already is. He’s trained for this. He knows how to survive being pushed in front of a train. (We can’t give away all of his tricks, but it essentially boils down to “not letting the train hit you.”) Hatboy #300: The three hundredth Hatboy! A party was thrown in the Hat Cave and all of the still living Hatboys were in attendance. (All 32 of them!) At the party they cornered the new Hatboy and held an intervention during which they convinced Hatboy 300 to get the heck out of there and never return. Hatboy #315: Fell in love with an elf princess from a magical realm in New York’s sewer system. Hatboy #330: Ended up on the wrong side of a superhero civil war.  Hatboy #349: Stared directly at an eclipse, was temporarily blinded, and was then kidnapped by a giant bird. Hatboy #355: Tripped and fell onto a landmine. Hatboy #368: Brainwashed into becoming a terrifying assassin. Hatboy #379: Struck out on his own and became the superhero Dark Brood to reflect his new mature and humorless disposition. Hatboy #380: “Misplaced.” Hatboy #388: The current Hatboy, he’s doing quite well actually... for now.

If the horrible fates of these Hatboys aren’t enough to dissuade you from a career as a sidekick, what’s the matter with you!? The life of a sidekick is not as glamorous as it’s made out to be. You’re essentially an unpaid intern with a high mortality rate. You’re going to be getting coffee, picking up dry cleaning, preparing meals, waxing and buffing and repainting hat-shaped vehicles, fighting the gross and weird henchmen that your boss doesn’t want to deal with. It sucks! And for what? So you can get eaten by a shark or lost at the nightmare mall? It’s just not worth it.

Instead what you should do is band together with other superpowered children and pressure one of the older heroes into mentoring you as a group. It’s like forming a sidekick’s union. You’ll look out for each other in a way the adults won’t. You’ll make sure nobody is put into situations that are too dangerous for them to handle. You’ll grow as a group and forge unbreakable bonds, and when you all grow up, you’re going to be a generation of superheroes the likes of which the world has never seen!

Right now you’re in a great position. You have powers, and you know you want to do good with them. So take some time now, find others like you, receive proper training and when the time comes, you and your team will take the world by storm. Don’t rush into things. Don’t fall under the spell of a charismatic older hero that doesn’t care about anything but himself. Don’t rob yourself of the change to be truly great! (We regret to inform you that Hatboy #388 was just hurled at a lava giant in a failed attempt to slow it down.) 

[arkhamgoons]

@step-up-to-the-rogue-gallery

Sleep ended up not being an option for Jonathan that night. He thought for sure he’d be able to slumber after Jervis had stopped sobbing and drifted off, himself, but that ended up not being the case. Which was why he now found himself pacing downstairs, deep in thought. He already knew the whom, it was the how he was concerned with. A phone wouldn’t be hard to come by, but being a rogue herself, Harley’s whereabouts at any given moment she wasn’t in Arkham were a mystery.

A soft croaking sound jostled Crane from his thoughts. He tilted his head back to look up at the bird looking down at him, curiously.

“Nevar… hold on one moment.” An idea was forming. A ridiculous idea, but it seemed more plausible than calling every seedy bar in Gotham until he found her. He dug through an old box, being careful not to make too much noise, until he found what he’d been looking for. He pulled out an old yearbook and blew the inch of dust off the cover. He then flipped through it … shoving down the nostalgic twinge that stabbed at his heart, until he found Harleen Quinzel’s photo.

“Here! Come look.” Nevar gladly obeyed, having been watching curiously from above. He landed on the edge of the book, tilting his head to look at the photo Jonathan was tapping his finger against. “Her. She’s… a little older by now, I suppose, but you can hardly tell. Do you think you can find her?”

Nevar ignored this question, choosing that moment to groom under his wing instead.

“It’s to help Jervis.” Jonathan added, flatly. Nevar abandoned his impromptu bath and eyed Jonathan, expectantly. “Is that a yes?” The bird glanced up at the loft and made a soft cooing sound.

“Alright. I’ll prepare the note.” ________

Nevar had disappeared over the horizon toward Gotham hours ago. Jonathan sat atop the barn’s roof, watching the sky light up with its sunrise hues. He supposed finding one person in the entire city of Gotham was bound to take awhile, but his worry still grew with every passing hour. Jonathan sighed heavily, settling back against the barn’s roof, and eventually found sleep.

His nightmares broke through into reality, the sound of cawing following him as he awoke. The crow staring him in the face while still half asleep was enough to startle him, shooting up and losing his balance and footing.

“No no no not again!” Jonathan flipped over and began desperately and fruitlessly to claw at the roof as he slid, eventually sliding off the roof completely and landing on the ground with a thud. He lay there for a moment, staring up miserably at the mid-morning sky. Nevar fluttered down to land on his stomach, and he swiped the bird away in a bout of embarrassed rage.

“Well? Did you find her or not?” He muttered, sitting up. The bird just watched him, but he noticed the note tied to his leg now was certainly not the one he’d left with. Jonathan raised a brow and, with little difficulty, removed it. Satisfied his job was done, Nevar flew off, most likely to wish Jervis a good morning.

Two feathers fell out of the letter when Jonathan unfurled it. He watched them dance away in the breeze. How odd. He read the letter.

Hiya Prof. Crane! :D

So at first I thought your bird pal was one of Ozzy’s boys. But nope! It was from you! I think your friend got a little excited though, started pulling my hair. D:< So I pulled a few of his back. Well, feathers. Sorry, but I’m sending them back with the note! Tell your baby sorry for me!!!!

Also real sorry that you n’ Hatman ain’t doing so well. :c I really thought you guys would be all honeymooning by now! WELL, don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, Prof! Your girl Harley gotch’er back! I got IDEAS!!!!

Meet ya at the bar then! ;)

Xoxo

PS: Get a phone already, ya bum. People don’t send bird messages anymore!

There was a strange charm in the little faces and excessive exclamation marks. His inner professor didn’t appreciate them as much, but it was forgivable. He stood and hobbled back inside, shoving the note into his pocket. Mild anxiety over what her ideas may be aside, he was relieved this unlikely plan was actually beginning to take form.

[jordyjensen]

Some shit that either might be going down or i’m mad. Either way i’m creeped and intrigued at the same time.

Since at least 2013 I’ve been experiencing visitations by an entity known as the hatman.(The hatman is an entity known to cause night terrors and sleep paralysis, To me he appears as a tall man in a cloak and a stetson style hat. 

He is blacker than anything it’s like looking at a black hole. he has no features that I can see, just darkness that light cannot seem to penetrate). Most of the visitations consisted of repeated nightmares of the same locations, but where the conversations would be different. It would I would either be in what to me felt like a run down hospital, or an underground carpark, hospital stairwell kind of setting. Or in a dismal academia type of setting. It always felt dreary and uninviting. Like I just had to find my way out of there. Aware somehow, in the back of my mind- that the hat man was watching and waiting to corner me. And when he did, He would talk. I would hear him/feel his words in my head and my bones, But he never physically spoke. I could understand him but it never makes sense and I can never remember what it is he actually said. Its weird. There is this overwhelming sense of dread. Like nothing I’ve ever felt or encountered. Then theres the sleep paralysis. 

 I ignored itto begin with, As I had- at that moment in time been going through some turmoil in my life (abusive partner, drug addiction)- But he didn’t stop when I left that relationship, and it didn’t stop during subsequent ones either, It didn’t stop when I stopped drug use. Infact- it intensified, and people around me were starting to experience things too. Especially those people who at first had told me ‘’it’s all in your head’’  and ‘’Don’t worry, it’s not real- it’s just the drugs’’. They started seeing it too, I would see it while I was awake sometimes. That was the worst because I couldn’t just put it down to tiredness or being a nightmare anymore.  However, For the last I’d say about 3 years- His ‘’visits’’ have lessened. and in their place is another one (Or even the same one, but this time choosing to appear differently- I have no idea if it’s the same entity or another one...all I know is they don’t seem to be around at the same time- hence the conclusion they might possibly be the same entity). Anyway-

The second entity I am about to tell you about now, began making appearances around 3 years ago, Like the first entity- it started with unpleasant reoccurring dreams.

In the very first appearance I can remember- It seemed very early morning, around dawn, the sky was grey- and I became aware of a tapping at the door, I answered the door to find nothing, So puzzled- I stepped out onto the top step. Our house is situated on a hill and overlooking fields and valleys. It is a really pretty view from the front of the house. Anyway, Standing in the drive at the bottom of the stairs is a man. He’s dirty, dishevelled and the easiest way to describe his appearance is wild, birdlike. Almost native american in the way he’s decoraed with feathers and whatnot, But he has feathers growing out of his flesh. In the dream I asked him something along the lines of who are you? can I help you with something? I don’t remember anything he said, but I do remember him suddenly grabbing a hold of me and  taking off into the sky, like literally jumping on the spot but instead of coming back down, continuing up into the sky, the speed and air made my eyes sting and water and my stomach was feeling like it was about to fall out of my arse. Then for some reason were standing on a pylon, just overlooking the scenery for miles.  I remember nothing of what we talked about. I do remember asking his name and he brushed it off but I felt strognly it was connected to the letter ‘’M’’.  of course I brushed this of as a bizzaro dream and in honesty, was just happy to have a less scary dream than the ones i was used to with the hat man!. 

Now this is where things get odd, I notice when I wake up there is a big crow making a right racket outside the bedroom window. and it’s windy as FUCK.  Pretty soon I begin to notice lots of odd things, crows and ravens turning up all the time whether it be on tv, in magazines, books,  In these dreams Nothing particularly awful seemed to happen, it was more a sense of uncertainty or worry, The best way to describe this feeling is to think of being in this scenario: You’re a very anxious person, very socially awkward and you don’t have many friends or family, the only person you really see or talk to is your spouse, you have agoraphobia as a result of the social anxiety so don’t go out much...However, You find yourself in a nice quaint little seaside town- granted it’s the middle of winter, pissing it down with rain and always near dark. You struggle up a long, steep hill to a run down hotel/bar- everyone in there seems to look at you as if they know you and all of them beckoning you to join them and drink with them, but you become aware of your spouses sudden absence, S/he has everything, the house-keys, the money ect ect, and quite frankly you are like a frightened child w/o them....You are trying desperately to think where they might have gotten to, you rush around hoping to see them or someone you recognise but everyone is in your way or trying to engage you in conversation. Imagine that kind of feeling.

Anyway in the dreams, There is often a backdrop of said seafront, stormy seas, rocks, There is a narrow walk way leading down at the side where the sea goes off into sort of a stream down a hill, Just off the main promenade/road where all the little tea rooms and gift shops are located.

The hotel is OLLLLLD and completely in need of refurbishment, it’s falling apart, dirty brown net curtains that were obviously once white or cream, The rooms have peeling wallpaper, ancient furniture, they look like they were decorated in the 60′s but never maintained. 

The streets are very narrow and the buildings are tall, old-fashioned English seaside style buildings (in the dreams, Not where I live-there is  no sea or sand around my gaff) Also- I haven’t mentioned this, as not sure if it’s important/relevant to the happenings since I’ve read other peoples similar accounts and they are living allll over the globe, but just in case it has any relevance I live in England, Yorkshire if you want to be  really precise)

In the first dreams, I would become aware of a crow or raven that would always be near by, it would always be crowing. In later dreams, it would be that I would feel compelled to open up one of the dirty, sash windows and there would be a crow perched directly on the opposite building on the window ledge, an it would always fly straight towards my window, sometimes I would hasten to close it before the bird can get in and it will peck and scratch at he glass all the while crowing it’s head off, In others i would be amused by the bird coming over and it would get inside the window, where it would fly around madly and fly at me (obviously this would always shit me the fuck up in the dream enough to actually wake me up in the real world)  

In Later dreams, he appears like the dishevelled man from the first dream, sitting down in chairs in what appears to be a crap little pub, the kind that you find in the arse end of nowhere (where its only usual customers are people similar in looks and personality to  Claude Greengrass off heartbeat and Shadrach off emmerdale) Its like he would be wanting me to join him but i’d always feel a sense of No man what the hell? You scare the living fuck out of me for no reason and then offer me a drink? No mate- think i’ll pass’’.  I would always immediatly wake up from these dreams, to find in reality, the big crow ever present outside, ever shouting away to himself day or night, rain,shine,snow or gale (though mostly gale i’ve noticed) (Over the last 3 years I’ve started to recognize and become familiar with this particular crows call and recognize it over other crows) It’s always super windy too, like gail force windy when that crow is about. Wether it be summer or winter. Midnight or lunchtime. 

Then by chance I heard mention of the valravn. And that then led me on to Malphas. I have the really strong pull towards the name Malphas. I think this could potentially be the (or at least one of) the entities I’m dealing with.

I don’t know why, I can’t think of a reason for it to be him as I’ve certainly not invoked any demons (at least not knowingly) Or even tried to. I’m not the sort of person who would have balls enough to go messing with things I don’t understand completely). 

I’ve today discovered other people who have had similar accounts of Malphas (and the hatman) and it is for these reasons I am somewhat open to the idea that these might not just be dreams. This shit might have actually gotten real. 

Recently Malphas has been pretty relentless, And the most recent dream was the most disturbing one yet. In this dream he appears, beckoning to me as usual, with a friendly ‘’It’s ok, i’m your friend’’ look. But getting closer I become aware he is surrounded by a massive group of crows/ravens all of them seemed to be attached to him at the waist by black cords that seemed to be made of a similar black matter that the hatman appears to be made of like a black,shadow like matter. The birds were flapping wildly to escape their bonds, screaming a hellish murder. all the while Malphas seemed to be loving every moment of it. I woke up again, to the crow outside screaming as per, with gale force winds rattling through the house. 

At this point i’m wondering what the deal is, what I’ve done to both anger this guy and cause him to relentlessly stalk my waking and sleeping lives.

Why did he even get involved in the first place? 

I might get answers in later days, or I might just get sicker until I die and my soul is claimed to an eternity of terror and torment. Who the fuck knows? Not fucking me!. 

[poetik-tragedynotused]

The story you’re about to read is 100% true. It is a very small snippet of my experience with the Shadow Man.

me: have you ever met the shadow man?

j: Haven't yet. You?

me: when i was very young. he’s followed me my whole life

I remember the first time I noticed him and realized it I was in third grade. I pointed to him across the blacktop behind the school at recess. My friend nodded and asked who it was.

I shrugged and another friend saw him when I pointed him out.

That was the year my anxiety started to manifest visibly, to others.

There would be times when the world would spin and I would fall against the wall because it felt as if the hallway was getting smaller and smaller. It's when they started to think that maybe I was a little more than just shy.

Anyway, I realized that the Shadow Man had been following me, watching me my whole life.

He never interacted much when I was younger, at least it seemed. I’ve been plagued with horrible nightmares my entire life, every time I even just close my eyes, most the time even when I so much as zone out.

I tried to tell my parents but they brushed it off as imaginary friends and me seeking attention.

The other things they had brushed off were far worse, so I wasn't surprised, but it still hurt. I was obviously concerned and upset about the Shadow Man.

j: Some things like that seem to manifest more often as people get older.

me: i had just not realized he was there, really

he had always been there

he still is

I think it was in middle school when he started interacting, at least meaningfully. I had ignored him as best I could, but it wasn't very good. I was always aware of his presence.

In sixth grade, another friend, who I had never spoken to about him before, taps me on the shoulder in the middle of class. "Who's that? He's staring at you"

I looked over and it was the Shadow Man. This time he had a fedora and trench coat.

I feel like now is a good time to mention I had never encountered shadow people or the hatman online or from any sort of media until my freshman year, which would be three years later.

I shrugged off her question and told her it was just the Shadow Man.

"Who's that?"

I told her it was just some person that had followed and watched me my whole life. She called it creepy, but she believed me.

I started to take notice his interactions.

Feeding me disturbing, intrusive thoughts or touching me, so affectionate yet so malicious.

me: tbh he rarely ever appeared with a hat

j: Even for me that's hella creepy.

He’s been interacting with me my whole life. I believe he is behind all of my anxiety and everything, at least to a degree.

I hadn't realized until the end of sixth grade that he was the cause of almost every negative thought, negative vision, negative feeling I had ever had.

He was behind my paranoia. Still is.

I realized that he would watch while the bad things would happen, or sometimes he or his friends would possess the abuser(s).

Slowly his friends started to appear.

Now, nearly ten years after the first time I recognized his presence, he still torments me: feeding me intrusive thoughts, filling me with horrid anxiety and dread and numbness, instructing me on how to harm myself, harassing me, abusing me in every way imaginable and ways so incredibly awful they're impossible to imagine.

I do not only see him in the shadows. I can see him in clear light, in total darkness, in dim light, in blinding light.. He is most definitely a physical entity. His friends are less physical, more of a presence you feel.

I can look at him, head on, and he wont disappear. He has a reflection. They have temperature signatures. They are physical entities that stalk me.

j: Ever tried to ignore them?

me: ignoring them is a bad idea. when i do my nightmares are more horrible than usual

They’ll scream and cry, they'll whisper and hum. They'll hurt you. Physically.

They demand your attention, and one way or another they will have it.

I'll wake up with cuts and bruises in places I could never reach, injuries I could never make with my empty hands.

It's a normal part of my life now, but it still frustrates me to know that others don't live with them the way I do.

One day I'll write down every wretched thing he's ever said, done, or let happen to me.

For now, this is what I have to say about the Shadow Man: Seek immediate help if you suspect he is near you or someone you care about. Do not interact with him in any way. Ever. You need to get rid of him. Shadow people are not our friends, and if you ever encounter them, I am so sorry. All I can say is, don't let them get you.

[littlemissmeggie]

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lemme just tell you that most people only follow others in the hopes to get a follow back because they collect follows like hearts of their enemies. So there's that. Then there are those who stop following because their dash is so full or because their interests changed. But believe me when I tell you: it's never because of you <3 There will always be people who read your stories and those will stick around. That's worth more!! hang in there

thanks for the encouragement (both in this reply and just, like, in general)!

i do know that a lot of people follow just hoping they’ll get a follow back; i often see someone follow me and i don’t follow back for whatever reason and then a few days later, i notice their name isn’t in my followers list anymore. 

and i definitely know there are people who stop following because their interests have changed; when i started this sideblog five and a half years ago, it was very briefly a food blog, believe it or not. then it turned into a harry potter blog, a breaking bad blog, a buffy the vampire slayer blog, a random indie bands blog, and then just a shitshow of everything i like before i decided about a year and a half ago to turn my abandoned main blog into the shitshow blog and have this be devoted to one direction/narry/the boys’ solo pursuits. (i’m constantly amazed that i still have people following me who originally followed me for, like, arctic monkeys content or breaking bad stuff. they tend to mostly reblog/like stuff from my main blog now but still follow this blog for some reason too. like, nicolaj, i know you’re not here still for the narry fanfiction, the velvet nightmare, or my little sunshine & shamrocks leprechaun, you sigur ros-loving odd hatman! 😜 but i appreciate you every day!)

i follow a loooooottttttt of people and there have definitely been times i’ve gone and unfollowed people who have turned into k-pop blogs or who exclusively reblog game of thrones or whatever. so i get that too.

honestly, i never cared about my follower count until i started writing. i think in the nearly four years this blog was just a shitshow, i had a total of like 89 followers. i guess in my mind, number of followers equals exposure for my writing and correlates to the number of people who care about reading what i write. and i guess i also know that’s not true but sometimes it feels like it! especially when i spend sooo much time and effort writing something i’m really proud of and it gets very little feedback.

anyway, sorry for the long ranting post! i’m in a weird mood today and took it out on tumblr! 💕

xo

[bondsmagii]

oh are we talking about our experiences with the hat man? i used to have vivid, horrifying dreams about him. once had a dream he locked me in a concrete room and i physically felt several years pass before i was able to get out, when i did i walked onto a street with literally hundreds of them going into different houses. when they looked at me i woke up. and that is honestly one of the gentler nightmares i've had about him 1/? -hatman anon

another one i had of him, me and my abusive housemate were in the kitchen and i kept reliving the same moment of my housemate coming in and getting a glass of water, but i was the only one aware of the repeat and able to move outside of it. i saw the hatman walk out of my bedroom and come closer with every single repeat, until he was standing right next to me! the third one i had of him was the most malicious, admittedly. it was a vivid recreation of that game LSD dream simulator, the level with the japanese style neighbourhood? and he kept following me until he cornered me against the out of bounds wall of the game and stabbed his hand through my stomach. i woke up coughing up blood and feeling like my guts had been torn out. after that is when i started seeing him irl and i constantly felt in danger. it mcsucked.

bruh that's McTerrifying. like I don't know if your brain just hates you or if the Hatman is just Freddy Kruegering your ass but what the fuck.

what's so fucked up about the Hatman is like... so many people have reported seeing him or dreaming about him, or waking up from a dream about him and seeing him right there. it kind of reminds me of the game that loads of people used to play as kids, where we all just kind of independently came up with a Creature™ or a little man to run alongside the car, and like. where does that even come from? there's obviously something in humans that's wired to just come up with these things, and while it's fine when it comes to the funny little man chasing the car, it has really unnerving connotations when you apply it to things like loads of people dreaming about/seeing the Hatman, or how a common human fear is the whole pale, elongated face; dark eyes; humanoid-but-not thing. like what is going on in the collective genetic history of our species that this shit happens this often!!

anyway sorry about your Hatman stalking. hope that works out for you and everything.