When I was growing up in rural Minnesota, a few strange phenomenon have happened. One of them is something
that happened to my younger brother with myself as a
witness.
My brother, Bob, had the room next to mine and one day
he asked me why I had knocked on his door the previous
night. I told him that I didn't knock and he insisted that
someone had done it. I dismissed this thinking that it was
all in his head. ( I was a skeptic )
A few nights later I
awoke about 3 a.m. to my brother yelling "what!!" I
immediately got out of bed to see what was going on and when
I opened the door to his room, he asked me why I was
pounding on the door. I responded by telling him that once
again I hadn't and I returned to my room.
Everything was fine for about a week then it happened. It was about 3am in
the morning when I heard my brother screaming. I ran to his room where I found the door open and Bob saying that "IT"
grabbed him. I asked him "Who?" and he showed me the reddened hand print around his ankle. It was about 6 1/2 to
7 inches wide with 4 deep scratches that were about 2 inches long. Not knowing who or what had made the marks, we really didn't know what to do. We closed up the room and didn't use it until a friend of my fathers (Charles) had
stopped by and wanted to spend the night. Unbeknownst to him, my father told him he could use Bob's room so he did.
About 1 a.m. he woke my father up and with a white face and
shaking, told him that he would be sleeping in his truck.
My father asked why and Charles didn't want to talk about
it.
The next morning when we all were eating breakfast, we
asked Charles why he slept in the truck. After a lot of
coaxing, he finally told us that he awoke with the feeling
of someone lying on top of him but when he looked down, the
sheets were floating about a foot above him. We moved.
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