posted on Aug, 2 2015 @ 07:16 AM
Not that have been documented, but I have been involved in something that fits the description. A close friend of mine, his younger brother, mother
and stepfather moved into a house owned by some cousins. It was circa 1920 or 1930, roughly, situated about half a mile from the Mississippi River.
The stepfather was a mean, angry drunk with, from what I could tell, a very poor education and a below-average IQ. The mother was a timid woman who,
like so many other abused women, believed she didn't deserve any better. My friend was a couple of years younger than me and his brother was 3 years
younger than him, which made him about 14.
Needless to say, there was a lot of negative emotion and energy wrapped around the family. I'm fairly skeptical regarding the paranormal, but what
happened after they moved into that house I have no explanation for other than a spirit or entity of some sort.
Like I mentioned, the house was fairly old, so at first my friend and I wrote it off as just the floor joists settling, wood expanding and shrinking,
that kind of thing. But his mother and stepfather took a sharp turn for the worse almost immediately after they moved in, as far their arguing and his
cruelty. And the more they fought and the more physical he got, the stranger the events in the house became.
Knocking on the walls, scratching noises, whispers, a woman crying when it was only my friend and I in the house. Then my friend woke up will a hand
print across his face as if he'd been slapped. I was staying at his house that night, and I remember it perfectly. It was some time around 3am, and we
hadn't been asleep long. I was awakened to him yelling "What the f* just happened?" I asked him what was wrong, and he turned on the overhead light.
Clear as if it had been painted on his cheek, there was a handprint. And it was getting progressively redder, so there was no doubt it had just
happened. His room at the time was a converted garage, detached from the house. Both doors to the outside were locked, and it was only the two of us
in the room. Also, it would have been nearly impossible for him to have done it himself because the angle. It was a left-handed print on his right
cheek, but the fingers were pointing to his cheekbones and nose, and the palm back towards the angle of his jaw. Basically, someone would have to have
been behind him and oriented at a 180° difference head to toe to slap him at that angle with the left hand. And the print was also too large to have
been his hand.
He actually thought I had done it at first, but once he was a bit more awake he realized I couldn't have been me. That was the only physical encounter
that I know of, but things fell off shelves, more noises, etc., until the stepfather was locked up and the mother moved them in with family upstate.