Round 4

In the darkness of the house, Jeane's flashlight beam danced across the walls, casting ominous shadows as she called out, her voice trembling despite herself. "Who's there?" The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with anticipation. Her heart pounded in her chest, the metal poker clutched tightly in her hand. The Force moved silently towards the kitchen, her footsteps deliberate and calculated, her breathing steady. She could feel the weight of the weapon under her jacket, a reassuring presence in the darkness. As she paused at the edge of the hallway, the air seemed to vibrate with tension, the only sound the soft hum of the rain outside.