Yes, i do believe they are real. "Why?" you ask? Well, thats because i have seen them, felt them and been quite frightened of them.

When i was little - like 1-2 years old (so my mum has told me this story) - i hated to sleep in my cot, so i always stayed in my mum and dads bed. one night, i wouldn't stop crying, and my mum and dad tried everything to get me to sleep. then i stared up at the ceiling, and started to laugh and point at something that seemed to be drifting around the room. then i pointed over to the door, and said: "Gone!" Ghost? Yes, it was a ghost.

After my nan on my dads side died, me and my brother started to talk about her lots cos it really affected us, even at that young age. One day when my mum got back from work, me and my brother where at the window talking to someone outside the window. My mum asked us who we were talking to, and we both said: "Little Nan!". She then asked where she was, and i said: "She just flew over the church... sorry mum..."

I have come into possession of haunted things too. Me , my mum and my step-dad go to this big market - Covent Garden - and we bought this little Geisha doll thing... we thought it was kinda cute, cos it head wobbled when you pushed it. When we got it home, we put it on the mantle piece, and something about it didn't seem right. It didn't look happy - its facial expression seemed to have changed, lol! We thought it was just us, and in our head. But that evening, the picture next to it all of a sudden flew off the mantle piece and landed on the floor, with bits of glass flying everywhere - it missed my dog by inches! it couldn't have been a brieze or anything in the room - that picture had been up there months without falling down! The next night, a massive spider came into the house - and when i say massive, i mean MASSIVE!!! Then we all just started to get really bad luck. So in the end, we took it back to the market, and gave it back to the guy who sold it to us - my mum didn't want it anywhere near our house again, lol! i liked the company... oh well... hehe...

I have also witnessed a knife go skidding down the counter in my kitchen... i was the only one there, and there was no brieze...

lots more has happened, but maybe i'll put that over in my journal...