The Haunted Treehouse

It was a dark and stormy night, the kind that makes you jump at shadows and hear whispers in the wind. The four friends—Christine, Joy, Steve, and Alex—were huddled together in Steve's living room, munching on popcorn and arguing over which movie to watch.

"We should totally watch 'Night of the Living Squirrels'!" Steve said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"No way!" Christine protested, hugging her stuffed bunny. "I hate scary movies."

"Come on, Christine, don't be such a baby," Joy teased, flexing his imaginary muscles. "It's just squirrels!"

Alex, the oldest and often the voice of reason, sighed. "Guys, we're not going to agree on a movie. Why don't we do something different tonight?"

Steve's eyes lit up. "I know! Let's go to the treehouse in the old oak tree! They say it's haunted!"

Christine gulped. "Haunted? Seriously, Steve?"

Joy smirked. "Are you scared, Christine?"

"Of course not!" Christine replied, trying to sound brave.

"Great, then it's settled," Alex said, grabbing her flashlight. "Let's go on an adventure."

The four...