We live in Dad's parents' house so every now and then I feel like they are checking in with us. It's just little things, like the tv in the front room turns on right before my little brother gets home from school. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of someone beside you out the corner of your eyes. When we added on to the house, tools were moved around. (I thought it was the cat playing with them til the sledge hammer ended up out in the front yard-they were building on to the back end of the house) Sometimes I think Grandma runs Katie off the couch cuz sometimes she startes barking at no one and won't get back on the couch for the rest of the day. (Grandma didn't allow animals on the funiture)

Sometimes I feel Grandpa Louie (Mom's dad) near me, usually when I'm having one of my lil hissy fits. Kinda telling me to calm down and stop showing my butt.

So yes I believe in ghosts!