I’ve started to say some prayers and leaving my Bible on my nightstand. And somehow it seems more active around here. There are random knocks and clicking-sounds I’ve never heard before in the 10 years I’ve lived here. I keep having these nightmares about not being able to find my daughter or hands with claws reaching under my covers and grabbing my feet and pulling me under the bed while my husband just sits there and doesn’t do anything to help even if I’m screaming.. (He would never NOT do anything if that ever happened to me irl). I keep my cats close when my husband is working night shift because they somehow make me feel safe.