My story is very brief and it happened a few years ago. My uncle and his family who had been living with us for a couple of years, just bought a two story house in Ewa. The story was that a family of 4 lived there before my uncle and family did. A mother, father, daughter and grandmother who were very religious, just took off and left the house without taking anything with them. After being told the story, we found it a little odd, but that didn't stop my uncle from buying the house.
When one of the neighbors went to clean up the house before anyone came to see it or thought about buying it, a bunch of black garage bags were found in the middle of one of the rooms, in it were bibles and religious items. No one ever heard or saw the family again. To this day, no one knows why they left.
It was one day when I had gone over to help with the move, 2 other cousins and I were playing hide and seek with our twin cousins who were at the time 3 years old. I ran upstairs to one of the bedrooms and hid in the closet. It's not a very big closet, I was leaning against the wall. I remember it was my right shoulder against the wall. All of a sudden, I felt a hand brush my left arm from the top of my shoulder to my elbow. I looked to see if something could have fallen on me that would cause that sensation but NOTHING was even in the closet.
All I remember was getting up so fast and running down the stairs.
I never told anyone about what happened until the house was later blessed by a priest.