OMG!!

Ok, when I was little we had a ghost in our house, his supposid (sp?) name was Otto,and he had died in our house. Every night he would stand by my bedroom door and watch me go to sleep. I can still see a picture of him in my mind.... He always wore a suit. When I got up in the morning I would go downstairs and tell my mom "Mommy that guy was watching me again". I never was scared of him though. One day my parents asked me if I knew his name and I said Carl. Now I never do remember talking to him so I don't know where that came from so.... My parents looked in a family book thingy and found that Carl was the one that died in our house.

Another story is when my mom was going to bed when they moved here they heard footsteps on the stairs and nobody was there.....

In my moms bedroom they have a big picture window with a yard light out the front. When she would walk by my room everything would get blurry and cold..

So yes I DO believe in ghosts.