I remember one when I was a kid (I'm 37 now) that passed right over my grandma's house. It hadn't yet touched ground but eventually did less than a mile away. We huddled in her basement and the walls just shook. All her jarred veggies from canning were rattling and hopping around on the shelves, just like in the movies. Crazy scary!
I copy that, when I lived in Ne in the 70's a storm went through (they said it was not a tornado) but it did just what you said, one metal storage shed outside was twisted like a man would twist a beer can. Good thing it wasn't a tornado.