Round 10

The kitchen's darkness was pierced by a single beam of light, illuminating Jeane's tense figure against the cabinets. Her grip on the brass lamp tightened as The Force emerged from the shadows, its heavy base a reassuring weight in her hands. The air vibrated with tension, every creak and groan of the old house magnified to an ominous threat. Moonlight filtering through the windows cast eerie silhouettes on the walls as Jeane's ragged breathing echoed in her ears. The Force's footsteps slowed, its eyes fixed on Jeane with a mixture of fear and calculation.