My son tells me that a man sits and waves at him through our patio door every single night, and it's honestly starting to get to me
Every night for the past 2 weeks my son has came running to me saying there's a man on our back patio. Of course, every time I go to check with him; there's no one there. He describes this person in detail to me too. He wears a black hat, a long dark coat, and a pair of leather gloves. He tells me that the man waves to him, and he waves back.
I caught him one time just waving through the back door in the kitchen. I looked straight past him through the glass in the door and saw nothing, no man with a hat and long coat; just our dark patio. When I asked him what he was doing, he responded, "I'm saying hi to the hat man!". I pulled him straight away from the patio door and sent him to bed. This whole thing is starting to terrify me honestly, who is he seeing out there? I'm afraid to even walk past the door sometimes just thinking that there might be someone out there, just watching me.
The only reasonable thing I can think of to explain this whole thing is that it must be an imaginary friend he's came up with. It has to be right? While I was writing this he came up to me and tried to get me to open the patio door so that I can "meet him". I'm literally glued to the sofa in the living room right now. Home-invasion has always been something I've always dreaded since I was a little kid. Sometimes I'd even have panic attacks just thinking about the possibility of it. I know he's not real, but just the thought of a person lingering around my home in the late hours of the night absolutely petrifies me. The thought of him talking to my son cripples me even worse.
Sometimes I'll think I see him. Out the corner of my eye in the shadows I'll sometimes make out a figure. Of course when I snap my head to look, there's not a soul there. I'll hear him sometimes as well. On multiple occasions, the floorboard right outside my bedroom will creak all the way up to my bedroom door, most of the time I'm too scared to move; but this one time I decided to get up and find out what was making the noise. I kept telling myself that it was the house settling, or I was just imagining the noise in my head as I went up to the door. Finally I swung the door open; there was nothing there of course, the hat man isn't real after all. Since it was already about 5AM, I didn't even bother trying to get back to sleep, I just went downstairs to make a cup of tea and get on with my day. I get down the stairs and look down the corridor to see the kitchen light on. Faulty wiring I presume, the house is near enough 100 years old, built for the miners when the village was still a coal town. I go into the kitchen, and the patio door is wide open.
Everything else I can explain naturally, except that. Did my son come down at some point in the night to talk to his imaginary friend? I haven't been able to sleep for days since then. My son keeps waving to the "hat man" through our patio door, he keeps asking me to meet him. I always tell him that I'm too busy watching whatever shit is on TV, but I'm never busy watching it though, I'm always thinking about the hat man. This imaginary person has infected nearly every part of my life. I'm scared to even go downstairs past dark now it's gotten that bad. I know he isn't real, yet his presence feels so vivid. My son told me once that "The hat man wants to see you again, he wants you to say you're sorry for what you did". I didn't even bother asking what he meant, what's the point; he isn't real. It's all gibberish. Nothing happened. Everyone knows that nothing happened. Nothing happened to anyone. The hat man doesn't exist, he never did. The hat man. does. not. exist.