A couple of years ago, in the Christmas holidays, my cousin was sleeping over. At the time, my mum was in America with her boyfriend, and I had moved into her room while she was gone. I was on her queen bed and my cousin was on the floor on a mattress. I got up to go to the toilet, and passed through the walk-in closet. When I came back out, I passed through the closet again and tripped on a box of paper. That wasn't there before... was it? No, it had been beside my bed. My cousin then asked me if I had came out of the bathroom at all before then and I said no. He claimed that someone's fingers had touched him on the shoulder. Then, when I was in bed, I felt fingers brush against my chest. I've never doubted that ghosts are real!