This is the first time I have ever put a story on the site so bear with me.
We were raised in a military household, my father being a career Marine. He passed away in 1989 of heart failure. He may have left us physically but his spirit continued to watch over my mother until she passed away of lung cancer in 2001. I mention the lung cancer because both of my parents were heavy smokers, which will explain some things in my story.
After my father passed away, I was laying in my bed trying to get to sleep because I have a 75 mile commute to work every morning. I was in my bedroom, while my wife and children were in the living room and their bedrooms. About five minutes after I had laid down, the door to my room slowly opened and you could smell cigarette smoke. Now this is strange because my wife and I don't smoke. Then I heard footsteps and the edge of the bed settled as if someone was sitting on it. I stared at the bed seeing the indentation. After a while the bed rose and I could hear footsteps going to the door and the door closed.
In the morning I told the children, "Okay, you pulled a prank on dad. How did you do it?" They denied any involvement and said, "We have been trying to tell you of things going on."
When I am sick or in distress about something, about two in the morning you can smell cigarette smoke like someone is in the room smoking. Like I said, my wife and I don't smoke and we don't allow anyone to smoke in the house so I figure it is my mom and dad checking on me.
Whenever they come and check on me it is not a feeling of dread, but of comfort that I used to feel when they checked on me when I was a child and was sick.