My Brothers Room

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.