Somnium: The Faceless Man
Somnium: The Faceless Man

Somnium: The Faceless Man

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Personal report. The "faceless man" first appeared to me when I was 4 years old. For a long time I wanted to understand this apparition but I never found anything relevant on the internet. However, recently on a YouTube channel I watched a video in which some people reported practically the same thing I experienced. It was only then in this video that I discovered that the "faceless man" is known as The Hat Man Shadow.
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