I used to be a non-believer in ghosts....until all this happened to me in a short period of time.

I was a single mom living in Juneau, Alaska...with my then 3 and 4 year olds. My little boy, Corey, used to have a lot of noisy toys...like a fire truck, an ambulance, and a police car, etc. When I put Corey and my daughter Danielle to sleep, I used to think it was my time for peace and quiet. Not to be. I used to hear noises and just Corey's toys would just start playing with themselves. The sirens would go on, the fire truck would move about the toy room by itself, and the police car's siren would go off, etc. I used to be scared of these happenings but they seemed to just be only at night and just Corey's toys. I spoke with an older Indian guy about this one day and he came over and sat in my house. He said nothing for quit awhile and then told me I had a spirit of a deceased little boy living with us. I didn't believe him, of course. So, the occurrences continued...finally, I decided to put the 'noise maker toys' in the dishwasher and lock them up that way....I told the 'ghost boy' that when my kids go to bed...it is my time and you need to play with the toys in the daytime like other kids! I went to bed feeling silly about speaking to 'nobody'. I awoke in the middle of the night to other noise....I went out to the living room and to my surprise...the stereo, television, all lights, water running...were ALL on! I freaked out to say the least! I called my Indian friend again...he came over and sat on my porch quietly for an hour or so. When he got up to leave, I asked him what he did. He said he sent the little boy across the street to my neighbor's house and that he wouldn't be bothering us anymore. True story...he never came back. Before the Indian friend of mine sent him away....I remember having two teenagers babysit so I could go out for the evening. They called be and were scared out of there wits....they made me come home from my night out and were outside (in Alaska mind you) on the porch and ran when they saw me pull up. The next day, when I could talk to them...they said the rocking horse I had in the living room (it talks and clops-with batteries) had rocked by itself with a Barbie hanging on the reins and talking. More things happened at that house...this is the end of the ghost boy story....glad my kids were to young to understand what was happening at the time! Sure was scary being the only adult and having to brave it my myself!

It made me a believer in the paranormal...and I was raised to not believe in such stuff. Many more things have happened since then. Still a definite believer!