In a faraway jungle, thick with trees, lived a house that whispered with the breeze. Four friends on a ride, big and bold, found themselves trapped, their car was old.

Crash! Bang! The car's tire sagged, it was kaput, the fuel light flagged. "We'll have to stay in that house so dreary," said Mia, though she was quite leery.

The house had eyes, a creaky grin too, the windows blinked and the shutters flew. "Welcome!" it groaned, with a creaky tone, as the friends stood frozen, chilled to the bone.

Tim, Ben, Zoe, and Mia, brave they stood, yet felt a shiver, as wooden floorboards hood. The house was dark, with cobweb curls, where shadows danced, like playful squirrels.

Boom! A door slammed shut with a clatter, the friends jumped up with a frightening patter. "Who's there?" asked Zoe, full of dread, as the house gave a chuckle and softly said,

"You'll find a surprise, don't be scared, a tunnel of fun just be prepared!" The lights flickered on, a rainbow hue, leading to rooms with a magical view.

In the first room, clouds made of fluff, they jumped on them, soft and puff. It wasn't so bad, they laughed, they played, their fear began to swiftly fade.

Next room was full of bubbling slime, they splashed and slipped, had a grand time. Green goo gargled, gushed and plopped, and all their worries soon had stopped.

They reached the kitchen, that smelled so sweet, with food galore and special treats. They munched and crunched, from wall to wall, the house no longer felt eerie at all.

Soon the sun peeked through the trees, the jungle smiled with morning breeze. The friends walked out, waved goodbye, to the house that winked with a happy sigh.

Their car was fixed, the tire puffed, packed with laughter, hearts all fluffed. They drove away, with joyful grins, knowing adventures start where fear begins.

So remember dear reader, what they learned, some houses seem scary till joy is discerned. Be brave, be bold, and step inside, you never know what fun may hide.