This is a story told to me by my Nan when I was a young teenager.
Her dad hated it when she came in late after a night out with her friends when she was a teenager. Sadly, her dad died when she was in her 20's. My Nan was very upset and didn’t go out in a very long time. One night though, her friends managed to persuade her to go to a club with them and she reluctantly agreed, though she was still grieving for her dad.  She come home at 2am and stumbled in the dark to get into her living room. As she stepped into the living room, she had to do a double take because she could have sworn she saw her dad sitting on his armchair, like he always had done whenever she came in late.
She stood at the door for a brief while, her dad's and her eyes fixed on each other. Her dad then tapped his watch with a stern look spread over his face and raised an eyebrow. He then disappeared.
My Nan told me she wasn’t afraid, but happy. He must have came back to see she got home safely.

Anonymous, Manhattan