Dream About Haunted House 17

I was sitting at a house with my brother and my sister when we realized that this is actually a haunted house and if we go down to the basement we'll be able to be a part of the haunted house. I don't think it cost any money, I think it was free. The guy who was supposed to be hosting it was being really weird though and not answering my questions when I asked like, well what should we expect, how long is it, all of that stuff. As we were preparing to go down the stairs I realized I just couldn't do it. I was so terrified of what could be down there that I didn't want to move. When I looked down into the basement, I couldn't even get a sense of what it was supposed to be. It was just darkness down there. I decided that's just not somewhere I wanted to be, so I ended up staying up with my sister and my brother. However, the person who was hosting it, after being annoyed for a little while, he ended up disappearing. I have no idea where he went. And I realized we couldn't actually get out the house. There was no way out. We were trapped. I was freaking out a little bit because I was scared to be trapped in a house with what was going on in the basement. It was terrifying and scary. The lights ended up going out at one point, and I ran away to the bathroom to try to get to a place where I could find light. I was just so scared to be there, be anywhere. I couldn't find my sister or my brother. I was scared that they went down there because my brother does dumb stuff like that. Right before I was even thinking about going there, he kept trying to scare me. I told him he cannot come with me if he's going to do that because I'm too freaked out. But now I couldn't find either one of them at this point. I was upstairs in the bathroom, and I could hear people creakling and going around and doing stuff. I was scared of who I was going to run into, what this house was, etc. My sister finally came up, and I saw her, and I was so excited that she was there with me. We went downstairs, and I was excited to call my dad. However, it was like, I don't know, we were still trapped, and my dad couldn't come in. Every time he opened the door, it was like someone else was trying to be let in. These scary guys from across the street. Something ended up happening to them. They got scared away. My dad called me crazy, and he finally opened the door to let them in. I was just so thankful to not be in this house anymore. It was now daytime, opposed to the really dark at night time it was beforehand. Some of my other families joined me, and it was just really fun, light, and warm. One of my people said, Oh, y'all should've went to the haunted house. It was super fun. It wasn't really that scary, though, and super short. I was like, oh, wow. That's funny. Although, I literally don't think I could get past my mind that my imagination was stronger than what was actually there, and I just couldn't get my body to do it. I don't know.