That this place is controlled by ghosts who are feeding on the energy we create when we fuck around, that this place is in some kind of weird pocket dimension there might be no way out of.

[ She shrugs. A lot of the concepts have been more than the navigator can really wrap her head around without a proper frame of reference, but that hasn't stopped her from turning these ideas around in her mind. ]

The first one would explain why the house is doing everything it can to get us to play.

[ Turning to look over her shoulder at him, a mirthless smirk curls at the corners of her mouth. ]

Welcome to the neighborhood, I guess.