Old man

My grandfather had a cousin named Ivan. A drunkard and a slob, I must say. I was finishing university at the time, and one morning my grandfather said Ivan was very ill and we should go check on him. When we arrived, he was lying on his bed, but cheerful—telling jokes and stories. We were sitting on chairs at the table next to him, drinking tea.

Suddenly, Ivan became serious and looked at the empty chair. He asked, "Who's that old man in black?" We looked at the empty chair—naturally, there was no one there. And Ivan suddenly screamed, "Don't touch me! I don't want to! Hands! Damn it! Aaaah..." and wheezed. He died before the ambulance arrived. The doctors later said he had a heart attack, although initially he had liver disease—cirrhosis.

 Later we also noticed that the wall clock in that room had stopped at the moment of his last wheeze.