I woke up in the middle of the night, at first a little groggy, but then heard the distinct sound of muffled crying. As I laid there I could feel the weight of someone sitting on my bed. All the hairs on my body stood straight in the air, and my heart was in my throat. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see my father sitting there, sobbing into his hands.

"Dad?" I whispered.

He didn't seem to hear me, he just sat there, crying. "Dad?" I asked again.

It was then that I heard a voice on the other side of my bedroom door. "Matt," I heard my father's voice call. "Is everything alright in there?"

I retreated under the covers, and when I emerged again they were both gone.