Open eyes

On pondering the possible reasons for my visitors I decided to open a letter addressed to the previous house tenant. Not allowed I know, but I have been struggling to work out what the hell is going on. I thought perhaps the letter might help, or not, but again anything is worth a try. The letter was a bill from the local ambulance authority. As I started to read the details in the letter I felt a milder version of the quickening and then goosebumps.
The bill was for an emergency in which the previous tenant had been taken to the big psychiatric hospital nearby.
So, was she taken away because of these non-existant visitors or was she messing with things that she didn't understand and let them in? The other thing is people knocking on my door wanting to score. Drugs and occult activities...? It would explain a lot, not that my knowledge of such things amounts to much more than Stephen King novels.
The visitors seem unsettled, they pop in and out very briefly now, they leave on the first two lines of the prayer now.
Other things have been happening though. The light globes in the kitchen keep shattering. I have had the wiring checked and it is fine. The odd thing with the globes is that the bayonet remains in the globe socket and the glass randomly shatters, lights on, lights off. Seems to be no pattern. My hairdryer burst into flames while I was using it, I threw it away from me and it landed on my bed, causing my quilt to catch alight. I managed to put it out without too much damage being done, but this is getting expensive!
The other thing going on is in the spare room. It's a bright airy room with a big window, as you walk in the double wardrobe is on the right wall, facing the bed under the window. I have always had friends stay at weekends, alas this has stopped quite suddenly. My friends have even left in the middle of the night, saying that they can't stay in the room. They have told me they have seen dark hooded figures watching them, a German Shepard dog's head hanging in the corner of the room and a little girl.
My daughter refuses to go anywhere in the house on her own. I am so tired. I think I need to look into moving from here as soon as possible.

It's easier not to believe

The visitors are a regular phenomenon now. I wish they would leave. I have started saying the Lords Prayer when they wake me.
'Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.'
I've never been a believer in God so I'm not sure that it's appropriate to ask for help, but at this point anything and everything is worth a try. I feel terrified at night and tired during the day from lack of sleep.
When they wake me I am always paralyzed and can't even cry out for help, it takes all my effort to fight them...odd; fight them... Why do I feel that I am 'fighting' them? I get a distinct feeling they 'feed' on fear; my fear. It makes me angry that they enjoy scaring me. I feel like I am going crazy, I know they aren't flesh and blood 'people', why are they doing this to me? The first few times I fought mentally to be able to move and speak and screamed at them to get out, they left and I was too scared to get out of bed. I just lay there heart beating as though I had just run for my life.
For whatever reason, the idea to say the Lords prayer popped into my head; so when they arrive I say it a couple of times mentally. They leave !! Just vanish. No smoke or theatrics they are just GONE. When I repeat the prayer my body is awash with a quickening, from head to toe. Warmth trickles through my body and soul. I feel safe but physically my heart still races and my breath is hard and fast. This is lasting for shorter periods of time now and the warmth lingers.
Anyway, my faith in the prayer is escalating daily, the more I believe the more effective it becomes. I am not sure if it is the prayer I am trusting, or the God I never believed in! Something to ponder. .
The dream was a reality, the reality was a dream.