In previous postings I have mentioned the “Hooded Sweatshirt Man.” He has been seen on several occasions, starting when the kids were fairly young, and even up until a few years ago. The eerie thing about him was, nobody ever saw his face.
And he would show up at odd times.
The kids started telling us about a man with a hooded sweatshirt that they would see when they looked outside at night. We figured he was the product of their imagination and we would pass it off fairly quickly because we would go look and never saw anyone.
Then, my wife and I started to catch glimpses of him.
One evening, my wife was driving down the road a few blocks from home and she saw a guy in a hooded sweatshirt on a bike. She could not see his face. He was riding toward her, in the middle of the street, so she glanced at Brooklyn to see if Brooklyn was looking, and when she turned back, he was gone.
One day, when my wife and I ran some errands, we left the kids alone (the oldest were teens and they watched the younger ones) and when we came back, they were all in a panic. They told us they had heard the back doorknob rattling like someone was trying to open the door, and when they looked out the window, there was the hooded sweatshirt guy standing there, facing them with a lit match in his extended hand. That scared them to death.
We thought it rather odd that they would describe something so unusual like extending a lit match, but when I poked around outside the back door, I actually found a burnt match on the back porch!
As I told before, Ashley awoke one night to see Steven come out of the bathroom, followed by the hooded man.
One night when the kids were older, we were sitting in the living room reading on a warm summer night, we heard the sound of footsteps swishing through the uncut grass outside the window next to my wife. We figured it was a neighbor kid out playing.
Ashley had gone upstairs and had just reached for her curtains to close them when she screamed. “The hooded guy is standing right outside the living room window!”
Steven and I ran out the two doors into the night, one in front, and one in back of the house. We searched every inch of the neighborhood, front and back.
We found nobody.