I moved into a new house, but it was a huge abandoned factory. The former tenants were devoutly religious and would only let me live there if I stayed there on their moral terms. I met a few ghosts of former residents.

I met my friend Elizabeth and we went touring these strange catacomb-like basements. Some ghosts kept trying to scare us but we laughed at them. I remember Elizabeth and I were afraid of one ghost that lived in the walls though. I never saw it but it kept making noise.

We went back up and my family was there. While we all ate the fanatic family came and asked my dad if he liked dancing. We all threw them down the stairs. I think they died or something because I remember them chanting in the basement (maybe they were cursing us? I don't know).