The Man in the Hat

The young girl spoke of the man in the hat, who cackles and breathes when she is alone. He watches her, and he always comes back. Night after night, she can hear his bones crack, the light flicks on, and he’s back in her home. The young girl spoke of the man in the hat. When she’s asleep, he wakes her with a clap. He smells like dead rats on a foul breeze blown. He watches her, and he always comes back. She wants to scream out, but her words fall flat, he mocks her dread with a satisfied groan. The young girl spoke of the man in the hat. At first, he was her friend, who liked to chat, but now he’s as cold as an old tombstone. He watches her, and he always comes back. Why won’t he let this little girl relax, who fears this man of the haunting unknown? The young girl spoke of the man in the hat. He watches her, and he always comes back.