I only saw him through the mirror. It was when he came up behind me, in another area of the room, that it felt weird and creepy. There was no mirror to view him. I firmly told him to, "Cut it out!" I don't remember him coming close ever again.
Except the time years later with new owners and the picture falling.
And you're right, it would have taken alot of energy to break that wire. It was thick gauage and not frayed.
The wife told me Bob was a crabby old man who nobody liked and he didn't like any one except the wife next door. And she was kind to him.
The way I figure it is, he'd be the same after death as he was in life.
So here I come along, an intruder, who can see him and told him to shove off...probably wasn't too happy to see me after all those years!
I was abandoned by wolves and raised by my parents.