The Hat Man: West Valley City, Utah

The house I have spent my entire life in, the house I STILL live in, has become a place I truly fear as of about 3 years ago. (maybe longer; I'm not sure anymore. It feels like it's been ages.) It was built fresh from an open field 20 years ago, and my family is the only one that has ever lived in it. No tragedies have ever taken place here and no one has ever died here, so one wouldn't think this house COULD be haunted, but I can tell you right now that something is not right here.

I don't know what this thing is, what it wants, or why it's here but I believe that all this could possibly stem from the night my family (me excluded) decided to mess around with an Ouija board. I felt something wasn't right when my father bought the board for my mother, and when they decided to use it, I cried and begged them not to. My desperate pleas went unheard. That's when it all began. The shadow figure, the scratches, the mimicked voices of our family members, the demonic sounding voice telling me to do things, all of it.
My parents don't believe us since nothing has ever happened to them. But, I'm sure this thing will eventually get bold enough to let them know it's here.