I do believe in angels or spirits or whatever you want to call them. I have a couple of stories from DH's family:
- DH's uncle was fighting in WWII and was sitting in a shell hole at night. He were resting/sleeping when he was woken by the voice of his mother, who had passed away some years previously, saying "Sylvain (only his mother ever called him that, everyone else called him Slim), wake up, wake up. You have to move, get up and move." He woke up the other guy in the hole with him and they moved. Not more than a couple of minutes later an artillery shell hit the place where they had been.
- Someone in DH's family, either his grandmother or an aunt, was standing at a street corner in the winter waiting for a bus when a very tall and very good looking man came up to her and took her by the arm and said politely, "you should come and stand over here". She was charmed by him, and went to stand where he led her. A large sheet of ice came off the building and landed where she had been standing. She turned to thank him for getting her to move but he wasn't there anymore.