Before I went to sleep last night, I prayed a few Our Fathers, and as I was doing so, I heard in my head the voices of all those living under my roof currently trying to tempt me away from prayer. My father's voice told me to get to work because prayer is a waste of time, my brother prayed along jokingly and without any proper intent, one of my cousins mocked God, another cousin laughed at me, and all the other people living with me currently (I have many cousins living with me at the present moment) had loud and godless conversations to try to distract me and draw me away from prayer.
It was a strange experience to say the least.