oh i believe in ghosties mate ...
had evidence several times to date....
the hook that held back the door,
a floggin flogging flogging, sure,
against the wall,
till i said, "what is it mate."
"Ring your mother she is sad,
upset about Diana,
her daughter cut her off, how grand,
mad as a Sand-Goanna."
So i phoned my mum and she was sad,
and we talked and talked for hours,
it was only 2 am,
~the dead do have these powers~
Another time Dad touched my arm,
and said yes come with me,
into the purple bedroom,
bloody white ants you will see,
so i scanned the walls and sure they were,
a bubbling under paint,
my old Dad you cant ignore,
he is there, never aint :}