Does anybody have any personal stories of a ghosts and other entities?

I too have had similar experiences. I was very close to my Mom and when she died last year I felt so lost. She had lived right next door to me for the last 18 months of her life and I saw her everyday. Almost every evening at 6:30 I would carry her supper because she preferred to eat at home so she would not miss a phone call if one of her other grown children called. I did manage to talk her into going out to eat with me on a few occions and when I wasn't working we would go places together. She would stand in her doorway or on her porch and watch over me as I worked in the garden, the flower beds or mowed the yard. She told me once that her favorite time of day was when she looked out her window and saw me coming down the dirt road from work. She could tell me who came to my house to see me and what time they left. I have to admit at times I thought she was being a little too nosey. When she died I was so lost without her but shortly after her death (a day or two) the lights in my house started blinking each time I checked them the bulbs would be loose no matter how tight I had screwed them in. I know in my heart that it was her letting me know that she is still watching over me. Mama had always told me that if something was bothering me to pray about it. A couple of months ago I was facing major surgery, the night before I prayed that Jesus would be with me during the surgery and that God would send my mom to sit with me in the operating room and during my stay in the hospital. Seconds after I said amen my mom's radio which is on the counter in my kitchen started playing the song there goes my everything. My son had just went to bed, I asked him where the music was coming from he had just got home. He said he thought it was coming from the kitchen anyway we met in the kitchen and sure enough it was her radio, no one had even played the radio in months.I looked at my son and he looked at me and told me that was God's way of letting me know that everything was going to be alright that Moma is watching over me!He was right, the surgery I had to have was a hysterectomy and during the operation which the doctor was trying to do lly (he told me afterwards )he had cut everything loose and was fixing to pull.When something told him not to that he needed to cut my lower abdomen and remove things that way. He said he was glad he listened because 1 of the fibroids had attatched it's self to my bladder and if he had continued with the first attempt the consequences would have been devestating know it was my mom looking out for me!