I Was a Child at Night, and I Would Hear My Brother Cry

When i was six or maybe seven years old, i started hearing chanting. The chanting hvoices were both women and men. And nobody heard it. After they were done, or what was done, king my bed, i would hear my baby brother cry. That upset me because i didn't know what was interfering with him. There was another time i woke up in the middle of the night, i felt a presence around me. Then i had this sensation which stays with me, even though i'm in my fifties. I felt my entire face shrivel, as though i was shrivelling into this old, horrible, hideous thing. My whole face just shrivelled