Little Nephew And George

This again takes place in my family's 108 year old Victorian mansion. Creepy things have happened through my three year stay in my house. To understand the story, here is a little bit of background.

When the as my mother calls them "the unseen" started to become a annoyance my mom went to the public library to look up who owned our house before us. She came back with a list and some very interesting information.

We are the fifth family to own the house, before us was a newly married couple with two kids, before them was a doctor who turned the two living rooms into a doctors office, before him was daughter and her sister original owners of the house, and finally the original owners.

The owners name was George Lupis. All we know is that he died twelve years after the structure was built and his wife died only six years after the house was built. My two older sisters and I think that the wife died in the house, but my mother is skeptical.

Anyway, when my nephew was almost two he had his own bedroom (because the house is big enough) and he was able to run and talks like a four year old. (Most people ask my sister if he is four, or tell her that he is short for his age)

He would not sleep in his room for the longest time; he would cry or tell my sister that he is scared. He wouldn't tell us what he was scared of. He kept saying "Mean man" or "If I tell he will get me".

Finally my mother had gotten him to tell us what was wrong in his room. She asked him "Who's trying to get you?" He would reply "A mean man"

"What color is he?"

"Green"

"Do you know his name?"

He stopped and stared at the wall in the kitchen for a minute or two then replied "George"

My mother and sister looked at each other. I didn't get it until my mom shooed my nephew into the living room to go watch SpongeBob while we talked. Then she filled me in that George or George Lupis was the builder and original owner of the house.

After his second birthday he seemed to have no problem with the room, but lately he had been waking up in the middle of the night crying his eyes out saying a monster is going to get him.

I'm a little bit worried for his safety in the room, but my mother refuses to believe that the "Unseen" are going to harm us; they just seem to be an annoyance.