Before I begin, many of you questioned my last story, asking if anything else happened after I learned why this man was haunting my dreams. The anwser is yes but nothing too bad. The nightmares did continue and at certain times I didn't feel like myself but then again I never went into the basement or slept in my room until we moved.
Anyway, this next experience I had takes place in a part of West Virginia called Wallace. It was maybe three years after the last haunting even though I still felt things, there was nothing too bad. Until I turned nine and went to stay with my cousin for awhile me and him had been joking about the property, making up scary stories about it to scare the younger kids. Little did we know that the stories would lead to something bigger. One night sleeping at his house I had a dream that I was being chased up into his woods by a man in sort of a leather trenchcoat, with some sort of fedora hat on his head. The man ran after me until I ran onto a neighboring house's porch, banging on the door.
The frantic house owner turned on the house light and as he did the mysterious man collapsed, dropping his hat and began to limp into the woods. The house owner rushed to my side. As he pulled me to my feet I grabbed the cowboy hat and woke up feeling a sudden jerk. Now remember this was all just a dream and yes it did scare me, but what scared me more is when I woke up. I screamed in my fright, waking the whole family and when they ran in all they saw was me; a nine year old boy holding a type of hat in my lap.
They laughed thinking I had brought the hat with me, then just made up some crazy story about it until that night. My aunt Mandy and cousin Dylan and I were in the living room. We were joking and laughing, having a good time, until my face went blank with fear. As I was staring at the window my aunt Mandy, who was wondering what was frightening me glanced over to the window.
There she saw that mysterious man's face pressed against the window staring at his hat lying on the coffee table. My aunt, not knowing what to do, decided to throw the hat into the yard. The man limped over, picked it up, brushed it off, sat it upon his head, nodded and bolted into the woods.
To this day I don't ever see the man at my aunt's house. Neither does my cousin Dylan, but I'm still too frightened to go back there.