For years growing up i was almost obsessed with this subject. I'd watch programmes, films, read books about, shit i'd got to bed at night scared of waking up and seeing some strange dead bloke standing over me. Then when i hit my teens i sorta grew out of it.

When i was 18 i was staying at my girlfriends house who i'd known for 4 years but had only recently "got with" and she was conviced that the empty house five doors down the road from hers was haunted. As she was a year younger than me and a girl (yeah i know.....) i didn't believe her.

She told me the name of the lady who lived there and i started taking the piss out of it. I'm not going to type the name and i haven't spoken it since that night.

Anyway we're all (5 of us) sitting there in the dark watching T.V and i'm taking the piss out of this lady who haunts the house down the road. Sudenly the light comes on. I pass this of with a joke by saying "Carol's (my gf) had an idea, look". Light goes out.

That was all that happend for about an hour. Untill we turned we all went to bed. There were five of us all the sleeping in the same room, me, my gf and three of her mates (heaven for some yeah, but wait). So we turn the lights out and something starts banging. Light goes back on and we all concluded that the banging was the handle of a portable C.D player being lifted an dropped. One of my GF's mates is laying right by this soi moved it away from her. Lights out again and almost instantly it starts happening again. Lights on, move it right under the bed so NO-ONE can get to it. Lights out, bang, bang, bang, it starts again.

By this time we're all a bit freaked out as you can probably imagine.

So we put the T.V on and turn the light off. All's fine for about ten minutes. I'm laying on my front looking at the wall just drifting off to sleep when something lands on my back. I roll over have a look and it's a bottle of sun tan lotion. At this time i think someone's just fucking about trying to scare me so i ignore it, chuck it to K (gf's mate) and she puts it back on the shelf. Almost as soon as we've all settle down again it lands on my back. Everyone swears to me that they didn't throw it. Now i'm shitting myself.

I stay under the covers for two hours with this thing landing on my back and then someone putting it back where it came from. Obviously after a while (probably too long) i realise that it's probably my gf and her pals taking the piss out of me. So i roll over, the second and i MEAN the fucking second i take my head from over the covers and roll over i see this bottle of sun tan lotion hovering above the bed and in an instant it flies into my face. Straight back under the covers i go and now everyone is shitting themselves. Up until this point it was only me that was scared (lol). This time we dont put the bottle back.

So, five mins go by and we're all chatting and i'm starting to calm down. Then K mentions that nothing has happend for a while. She was sat on the bed next to me down by my waist when she said it then she got up and i rolle over. Had i not over moved when i did i would been knocked out by the video that came crashing into the headrest of the bed. I mean it was thrown with so much force it was fucking unbelievable. At this point we all ran from the room and ended up sleeping in my gf's sisters room.

Next day dogs toys are being from in my direction, fag butts shit a coaster at one point. Then in the afternoon i'm laying on the bed and there's a bottle of doctor pepper laying on the floor. As me and K are looking at it it flies up and hits the wall. I saw it move, no-one touched no-one was even near the thing.

By this point i've overcome my fear a little bit or more i'm passed the point of being scared and am now pissed off.

Now all this may seem a little far fetched but i swear i'm not making it up. I said out loud "Look, you've been throwing light shit at me all night and day. We all know you're there but what are you proveing. Throw me that teddy bear." Now my gf has got the biggest "me to you" bear there is. It's about three foot tall and cost £130. Anyway nothing happend.

We all left the room together and five mins later went back in. As we walked through the door my gf, K, and one of the others all say at the same time "SHIT, LOOK AT THE BEAR". Which has been turned around and is now facing the wall.

So that's my story. Believe it, dont belive it.

Do i believe in ghosts / poltergiest?

FUCKING YES I DO.