Wheels ~ Wow, that sounds like a couple of experiences that I had as a child also.... Don't think we are alone

Looks like we have a new one here seeing what kind of mischief it can get into. My daughter was home alone and doors started making noise, she heard footsteps and what sounded like someone talking. Things are being moved, like my wallet and whoever it is, seems to like my Lizard Lips lip balm, lol! Seriously though, I took my wallet out of my jeans and put it on the bed. When I came back, it was gone. I looked all over my room for it, but today, it just showed up on my printer. When I went to get undressed last night, I emptied out my jeans pocket and my "seed" was gone. It's a little seed my husband gave me, well, not little, about the size of an M&M, but the longer you carry it in your pocket, the shinier it gets. His dad has carried the same one for decades. I always carry it in my right front jeans my pocket with my Lizard Lips and last night, it was missing. So, I took my lizard lips and put it in the same pocket I always do in my purse,which was on the other side of the room. When I got up this morning, I was still pretty upset about the seed being gone and when I unzipped the pocket in my purse, there it was... but my Lizard Lips balm was missing! Mail has gone missing then turned up in places it shouldn't be, even shampoo has been turned upside down in the shower. Cranky little bugger is getting on my nerves, lol!

I've seen them since I was a kid, so there's no doubt in my mind that they not only exist, but co-exist right along side of us. Most of us just choose not to see them or acknowledge them. A friend of mine in Minnesota is a "ghost hunter" and he's coming to my area to visit family this summer. I asked him to come by my house and check it out, just for the heck of it. Not that I want any of them to leave, I just want to know more about them.

Well I dont believe in ghost ,but i do believe in spirits ,Whiskey mainly...Nah fair dinkum my sister and I are really bloody lucky..Our Grand Dad was a ripper bloke,actually he was the nicest bloke ive ever met..When we were kids we used to wash his car for him and he'd pay us with 5 cent pieces..When he died my sister had a dream and he told her he'd always keep and eye on us..Now where ever we go we find 5 cent pieces,my sis found an Aussie 5 cent on a beach in New Zealand and bugger me dead if I wasnt at LA airport when i see a bloody coin on the deck..Yup sure as shit it was an Aussie 5 cent piece.So Alf came to the US of A with me and left me a coin to let me now he was watchin.He sure as shit got his money's worth in Sturgis coz there was some sights to see...We take these Alf(my grand dads nick name)coins and put them on our window sills to keep any bad shit out of our homes....CHEERS BOOF

Awesome house

Sorry I am not a believer.
I am a believer in the power of the human brain to create and interpret what we see to fit what we believe. So if you see them I feel from your perspective they are real.