There's a Phill In My House

I found an old chest and some grave markers in an attic or a room of some sort. I don't remember all the names, but one was Phill, and apparently he was somehow related to me, an ancestor. Near the grave marker that Phill shared with what I assume was his two brothers (whose names also started with P), I found the chest, a Bible, and a French Bible. Inside the chest was some books and such and some orange vitamins. I read the book, which had all red print inside I believe (or maybe blue), and somehow I remember seeing a past memory or something where a girl took these age old vitamins and ate them. I took a picture and supposedly found a face in one, but I recall seeing this other girl's photos, and she had several orbs and such in hers. I finally decided to eat the vitamins. I think I ate like five. I remember somehow seeing a scene where my mom was saying there was something wrong with the house after I ate the vitamins, and sure as ever, later on in the dream I went to her room, and the once brown door had what looked like white paint on it. It wasn't actually painted, but just scattered and dripping down the outside of the door. I tried to push the door open, but it offered a lot of resistance. I remember poking my head in and calling out to my mother, but I had a hard time speaking, and the door kept trying to close on me. Finally, I pushed it open and forced my way inside, my voice becoming louder. I ran to my mother's bed and climbed in with her. I remember looking at her in fear and saying "Mom? Can we say a prayer? I think there's something in the house." I think we did, but I was worried it wouldn't help and told whatever (probably Phill) to go away. I then remember waking up frightened.