I rushed to put it out with my hands, but I found it burned them badly, as if they were sticking to burning pitch.

A sort of cracking noise came from beneath the floor, which also shook and vibrated violently." Mr.
Portnoff and the miller "carried off the unconscious victim".
Mr.Shchapoff also saw a small pink hand, like a child's, spring from the floor, and play with Mrs.Shchapoff's coverlet, in bed.

These things were too much; the Shchapoffs fled to a cottage, and took a new country house.

They had no more disturbances.

Mrs.Shchapoff died in child-bed, in 1878, "a healthy, religious, quiet, affectionate woman"..