A Block.

I was in the middle of writing this evening when I blinked and the world suddenly appeared darker. Now it feels like someone keeps poking me right above my right eye, and my head feels very heavy and cloudy... almost as if somebody's preventing me from being able to think.

It feels very peculiar. My head feels hazy and foggy, and I feel lethargic, yet when I try to channel out my thoughts, it feels like somebody grabs my skull and squeezes hard and painfully. Kind of as if somebody were telling me, "Shut up. Don't channel out. I don't want you to." It definitely feels ominous...

I've been on edge all day because of a very peculiar, very frightening thing that went on this afternoon.

I was in the process of doing my laundry, and had started my final load into the dryer. I'd set the timer for 50 minutes and started it, then wandered off to watch TV and play on the computer. After the 50 minutes, the dryer went off, but I was preoccupied... so I let the clothes sit.

Ten minutes later, I heard what sounded like the door from the laundry room to the backyard being opened and closed quietly. I heard something rustling around in there, then 10 minutes later, the dryer buzzed again.

...I'd not touched it.

I heard the rustling again, then another 20 minutes passed, and the dryer buzzed again. By now, I had a cold feeling in my stomach. I quietly crept towards the door and put my ear to the door, listening into the room.

The dryer was running. This was 2 hours after I'd initially set it. I wandered back to my seat and heard the dryer buzz again, followed by the door opening and shutting.

I finally decided to investigate what all was going on... due to my outrageous paranoia by this point, I armed myself with a large knife and proceeded into the laundry room.

The dryer was quiet, the room was empty, the door had not been bothered.

I didn't like the feeling that room was giving off to me while I was in there. It was as if something was watching me, glaring, telling me "Get out of my area NOW." So I threw my clothes into my basket and quickly left.

And now I can't seem to channel my energy, or my thoughts, outward. This highly concerns me, as it feels like somebody doesn't want me to be able to throw out my psychic distress calls if something goes awry...

I hope I'm just overreacting, but I've been scared all day today. And tomorrow will bring another day of isolation in a large, energized house.