My Night Visitor's Lullaby

This is a recent account of events following My Night Visitor's encounters. I have tried to the best of my abilities to face the fear of the misty lady's visits and her persistence to approach my face while asleep. I have spoken to her, prayed for her, offered her my assistance, even called a minister a few times to help her cross, but when I ask her to follow the light I sense the darkest of darkness as her only response. All these events, as well as the ones I'm about to relate to you, have caused me much grief as I feel helpless to control the changes in my life.

I have moved to another room where I sleep at night in the company of my dog Fatima and in the presence of my Night Visitor. I have distanced myself from the ones I love and shared my life with until recently in fear of causing more harm. I'm on this road alone now and I will remain so for as long as it takes.

Every evening, I go through the same ritual where I light my prayer candles - something I was taught by my deceased grandmother, and pray until the sun goes down. I have been poked a number of times while doing that by an unseen force which wishes to impose her presence on me. I have, at times, discarded this as being nothing more than a muscle spasm until the time when I heard a gentle whisper in my ear. Her touch is never violent. It's gentle, like her voice but still it disturbs me!

I have tried to ignore her touches but never stopped praying for her in the hope of liberating myself before her and yet, she seems unwilling to let go.

A few weeks ago - I don't remember the day or the exact time although I know it was after sunset - I escorted the minister outdoors. He had come for another cleansing and a few prayers. All seemed quiet, tranquil in my little household. I walked up to my little room to take a nap as I felt exhausted. While lying down in bed before I drifted to sleep, I noticed that Fatima, my dog, was restless. I sat up in bed and observed the room in complete silence. Suddenly, I felt as if a shiver went down my spine. I sensed she was back - that she had once again not left. In total despair, I refused to run as I used to do but, instead, sat there holding my dog close to me. Later that night, I woke up again hearing someone walking in my room. I reached for the lamp next to my bed but as soon as the light illuminated my dark room, I spotted a misty figure making a quick escape from my side. I stayed up all night crying, wondering why this is happening to me - wondering what I'm doing wrong!

Last week things got worst. It was five am when I was awoken by the dog again, but this time as soon as I switched on the lamp the figure remained still, an inch away from my face. It was clear she was carefully observing my features: my eyes, my nose, my mouth. Don't ask me how long it lasted for - it felt like minutes although it couldn't have been more than seconds. I stood in a fixed position refusing to move back - refusing to let her terrorize me. I looked into this misty outline of a face, trying to spot her facial features, hoping to see something human in her, something I could familiarize myself with - something I could address when I pray harder the next time. She stood there and then vanished. Fatima charged. I just gave up!

The very next night, I lit my candles again but didn't pray! I was consumed, exhausted by this pointless effort to get through to her. I slept early but only to wake up in the middle of the night due to what sounded like a lullaby being sung in my ear. I jumped off from the bed and leaned against the wall behind me. Fatima came running to my rescue. I moved my head from left to right violently, trying to get rid of this sound but to no avail. She stopped when she willed it. My husband came running into the room asking me about the noise.

"Do you have a radio or CD player up here with you? What's with the singing?"

I didn't bother responding. What would be the reason for doing so any longer? He knows the answer to the questions he's constantly asking and seems to expect the same answers each time. Why? Maybe for reassurance that he's still sane - that all this is happening.

Thank you for reading.