Uri Geller, move over. Matthew Manning is only eighteen, but poltergeists have plagued him since he was an eleven-year-old proper British schoolboy and everyone from his father, an architect and antique collector, to Peter Bander, editor of The Psychic Researcher testifies to Matthew's guileless veracity. Poltergeists wreaked havoc with furniture and linen, books and silver tankards, and Matthew's headmaster at the prep school was most upset when one of them started to fling bone-handled knives around the dormitories. In no-nonsense fashion, reports of ""supernatural happenings"" have been steadily discouraged by those around Matthew. He himself confesses that ""I am perhaps a rare specimen"" but otherwise he writes with the awkward sincerity of adolescence. Last year he was the star of a Toronto conference on psychokinesis where electroencephalograph measurements of his brain waves astounded scientists who had never seen the like. They opined that these ramp-like waves were coming from an archaic part of the brain ""hither believed to be defunct and degenerated."" When Matthew ""switches his power on"" look out for flying crockery and bending keys. This book should help him establish a link with his banker.