Round 5

In the dimly lit sitting room, Jeane's eyes darted towards the narrow hallway leading to the kitchen, her hand tightening around the brass lamp base as she took a slow step forward. The rain drummed against the windows like a relentless heartbeat, underscoring her growing unease. She reached out and closed the door behind her with a soft click, then crossed into the darkness of the kitchen, using the wall for guidance.

The Force moved quietly towards the stairs, her footsteps masked by the sound of the rain. Her hand gripped the iron fireplace poker, a reassuring weight in the palm as she listened for any sign of movement above. The house seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the steady patter of the rain against the glass.