Thanks for the giveaway. I'll enter for the behalf of my brother, so no trading, but a gift for him IF I win.
When I was a small child, when I was about five-years-old or so, I had severe skin rash that no amount of medication was able to help me at that time. So my parents asked a visiting preacher from out of town, who happened to come to our house, to pray for me.
Since I was a child back then, I did not close my eyes when they (the preacher, my parents, and my older brother) prayed together in the living room. I felt like during the middle of the prayer a couple hands were laid on my head. I was not sure who it was. Then a few hours later after the preacher left the house I asked my mom, dad and brother whose hands were those. They said those were not theirs. Dad contacted the preacher and asked him, and he also said those were not his hands. I could swear I feel hands on my head, but they all were sure they did not lay their hands on my head during the prayer. Nobody else were in the house that night.
Anyway, my skin got better not long after that, and I was cured. Until today I still do not know whose hands were those.
There... not as supernatural as you would have expected, I gather, but it is all true story.