The Imposing Man

My fiance and I decided a few days ago to spend some time apart while we deal with our individual personal issues. In spite of our separation we still see each other occasionally, and since we were best friends before we were a couple we still get along very well. On this past Friday afternoon he was asked to help watch over his grandmother while his parents were away. His grandmother has been diagnosed with dimentia and requires constant care. He invited me to come over since we had to discuss the finances anyway.

His grandparents' house is built in sort of a circle. When you walk in the front door you are in the sitting room. There is an L-shaped wall that divides the sitting room from the TV room and the TV room from the kitchen. The sitting room opens up to the kitchen on your right, which extends all the way to the back door. To the left of the sitting room is a hallway. If you go down the hallway, there is a bedroom on the left (where his grandmother sleeps, also the room his grandfather died in), a bathroom and an unoccupied second bedroom to the right, at the opposite end of the hall. Where the second bedroom is, the hall opens up again to the TV room, where we were sitting. That room also leads to the back door. A little confusing but hopefully you get the idea.

As we were watching TV I kept getting really uncomfortable feelings. I knew that his grandfather had died in the house but that did not bother me. As far as I understood, his grandfather was a good guy and had lived a long life. I did not associate the feelings I was having to his grandfather. I did not necessarily feel threatened, but I felt as though I was being watched very critically. I got up to go to the bathroom and as soon as I got into the hallway, I stopped right in front of the bathroom door. I did not see anything, but I got a very clear mental image of a man walking down the hallway from the bathroom door to stand in the doorway of his grandmother's room. She was sleeping, and as far as I could tell he was just standing there watching her. I thought that I might just be imagining things, so I shook off the unease and went into the bathroom.

I was only in there for a couple of minutes, but after I had finished my business I felt the overwhelming sensation that a presence had entered the room. As I washed my hands, I felt the hairs on my arm prickle and from my mind's eye I could see the image of a tall, imposing man standing beside the sink. He was wearing a blue plaid shirt and either slacks or jeans, I could not really tell which, but they were dark in color. He wore dirty brown work boots and his long sleeves were partially rolled up. He had a thick face, not really fat but somewhat wide, and a full beard. His cheeks were flushed in a way that reminded me of alcoholic's rosacea. His hair was dark reddish brown and curly, and his eyes were light. I want to say blue but they could have been green. As quickly as I could, I went back into the TV room and sat beside my fiance. I started to feel sick to my stomach. I had planned to be at a friend's house at 6:30 that night, so as I was leaving around 6, I decided to ask my fiance about what I had experienced.

I first asked him, "I am not trying to freak you out or anything but have you felt like anything was in the house?" He knew what I was talking about when I said this because we have discussed our paranormal experiences with each other openly before. He confirmed my feelings, and before I had described the man or anything about him, he told me that he felt the presence of a very big man, not fat but of a tall and sturdy build. I was floored. I described in detail what I believed the man looked like, and as we said our goodbyes he assured me that he would ask his mom and stepdad about it, and if they knew anything about the previous owners of the house.

Later on that evening as I was at my friend's house, my fiance sent me text messages sharing a little bit of the information he had discovered from his parents. According to his stepdad, his grandmother occasionally talked to someone named George that no one else could see. They naturally assumed it was her dimentia and did not think much of it.

Now I am not sure where my fiance's parents found all of this out, but I do plan to ask. His parents told him that his grandparents were the second owners of the house, which was built back in the '50s. The first owners were a husband and wife. One day the wife suddenly left the husband, and he grew depressed and began to drink. Most likely in a drunken stupor, he had laid down on the tile floor in the kitchen and shot himself in the shoulder. Supposedly he had not planned to kill himself, but had hoped to bring his wife back by making her feel sorry and/or guilty for him. His bizarre, alcohol and depression-fueled plan went awry, however... Instead of simply wounding himself, the bullet pierced an artery and he bled to death before he could get help. When my fiance's grandparents had first moved in, there was a section of the kitchen tile that had been replaced.

My fiance and I plan to do some research this week. We are going to check out the property records and hopefully dig up some information on the name of the man who lived there. If we can come up with a name, then we might be able to check obituaries and see if we can find out the cause of death and anything else about him. It would be very interesting to find out if his name was George...