Round 5

As The Force approached, Jeane's grip on the lamp base tightened, her heart racing with every creak of the old house. The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder with each passing moment. She held her breath, frozen in terror, as a shard of ceramic from the shattered ashtray pierced the air. The Force's flashlight beam sliced through the darkness, illuminating Jeane's frantic form, her eyes fixed on the lamp base as if it were her only lifeline.