When I saw the hat man on Benadryl, I did look away at first, but at some point it felt wrong and I looked to where I saw him.
He did no longer stand there. So I stood up and wandered the house to find him (maybe that was already after I passed out idk) and he sat in the kitchen and seemed lost in thought. So I just said something along the line of “Nice meeting you, bye!” and went to bed.
Never look at the hat man. Always look down and away.
What is the hat man? Like a boogeyman?
I also feel strongly that the Hat Man’s answer to the girl’s question was “M’lady!”
Worse. Even worse than the BEKS.
When I saw the hat man on Benadryl, I did look away at first, but at some point it felt wrong and I looked to where I saw him.
He did no longer stand there. So I stood up and wandered the house to find him (maybe that was already after I passed out idk) and he sat in the kitchen and seemed lost in thought. So I just said something along the line of “Nice meeting you, bye!” and went to bed.
Anyways that‘s my story of how I met the hat man.