The ghosts of the Neighborhood

I'm in america round at someones house, and I need to spend the night
there. I have been given the spare room.

I feel fairly sure I'm in america because I'm with my cousin ben and
he lives in LA.

In my sleep I am woken by some strange presences. They are the ghosts
of the neighborhood. . One of them is trying to wake me. It gets half
inside me. In my tranced half dream state I know what to do. I let out
a scream, a haunted scream which prevents the ghost from entering. It
was such a scary scream that it woke up a number of other people in
the neighborhood who wake up and scream out the fear of what ever it
was that caused that awful noise in the night, namely, me.

I wake in normal reality. It is 330am.