The conversation in the dining room ended abruptly. The silence in the room was profound, not a soul at the table dared to defy her command. Her authority was akin to that of a high-ranking general.
With each snap of her fingers, the room dimmed, as if shadows themselves were drawn to her command. Another snap and darkness enveloped the space, a chilling shroud that seemed to seep into the very walls. Leaving the bulb to emit a feeble glow, barely illuminating the room, she snapped once more. Suddenly, the entire house was plunged into a suffocating darkness, as if the very essence of light had been snuffed out by her sinister touch. Who is she, and how did she become so powerful? Just moments ago, she was nothing more than a sinister bird. Then, in a whirlwind of transformation, she became nothing but a speck of dust. And yet, without hesitation, she reemerged, now more formidable than anyone else in the house. It's baffling, to say the least.
With another snap, the table was illuminated by a sinister red glow emanating from candles with eerie white flames. Upon the table rested a solitary glass, a bottle of drink, and a massive cake adorned with ominous black candles, casting long, haunting shadows across the room. With another commanding snap of her fingers, one of the chairs at the table slid back forcefully to Sherry. She grappled with the invisible bonds holding her, desperately trying to break free from the unseen force that held her captive.
What could she possibly be plotting this time? Ever since she infiltrated the house, believe me, or not Sherry has borne witness to nothing but wonders.
Sherry struggled not to sit but she was forced by an invisible force to sit on it. Nobody would likes to sit on the chair. If you would like to try then I'm not sure I would accept the chair in my first encounter if i ever find myself in Sherry's shoes.
The chair pushed her back to the dining table, and she found herself seated among the very people she wished to fight for. However, her strength felt as fleeting as burning oxygen, ready to dissipate at any moment.
She was enveloped in a blanket of fear, various thoughts racing through her head. Questions like, "What is this girl up to?" and "What are her intentions for me?" loomed ominously. "Would she end my life now, or later?" It was a cruel, life itself is rhetorical.
The brightness in the room was very poor, with little or no difference from darkness. As already been noted light and darkness can never stay in the same place. So i will call it light in disguise. 
Sherry shared the same table side with the menacing girl, someone was not left out, the invisible creature with footwear. I laugh and hope you laugh too.
What she saw from her previous position was different from what she saw on the table. She said she saw a red candle with white flames, a glass, a bottle of drink, and a giant cake with black candles. Her present view of the table was decorated with a big analog clock, On the table, a large analog clock adorned its surface. It wasn't merely decorative; it functioned just like any other clocks, despite its unconventional placement. The hands refused to strike twelve that Sherry had been waiting for her entire night 
On the table were cups placed in front of everybody sitting comfortably expecting to be served with food and a bottle of red wine, if not exaggerated then it should be water that flows inside the human veins.
The cake sprawled across the dining table, its sheer size dominating the space. Its candles, black as the darkest night, cast an ominous glow. The cream used to decorate it resembled blood, oozing down the sides and staining the walls of the cake like macabre tears.
Still on the table, plates held the remains of a deceased animal, blood seeping from its flesh, staining the porcelain with a grotesque hue. The sight sickened her but paralyzed by fear, she could do nothing but bear witness to the horror unfolding before her.
It was presented to everyone at the table. Her parents and other family members eagerly awaited the opportunity to consume what lay before them.
"Who are you, and what do you want from us?" she asked, her voice ringing out boldly despite the fear gripping her tightly.
The bottle in the center of the table lifted of its own accord, devoid of any visible hand guiding its movements. With an eerie fluidity, it poured the crimson liquid from one cup to another, a mesmerizing dance of scarlet against the backdrop of darkness. The same was repeated with the cup placed before Sherry, leaving her transfixed by the unsettling spectacle happening before her.
"Please, just a taste of this delicacy. I can't bear to merely stare at it any longer," Sherry's father pleaded, his appetite whetted by the tantalizing sight before him. I pity him if only he knew what he wanted to drink.
"The plate, oh no, if i was a poet i wouldn't mind spending my entire lifetime writing different lines and verses just to let you know how much you mean to me and my family." Mrs. Toe flattered moving her fingers around the plate.
"Such a beautiful cake, never seen something so beautiful, i have seen a lot of beauty in my lifetime but you're the only beauty I have never seen."
 "A taste of it would spin me around, toss me around, flip me around just to let me see beyond beauty." Sherry's adopted brother portrayed the beauty of the creepiest cake ever.
"What's holding us back from starting? I simply want to make a toast, so that everyone can hear the beautiful words I have for this auspicious day." Her aunt was desperate, Her aunt's desperation reached a fever pitch as she grasped the spoon, but her efforts were futile as an unseen force compelled her to relinquish it, leaving her feeling helpless and defeated.
The eerie figure emerged like a specter from the vulture dust, her hair billowing around her as she fixed her gaze on Sherry. Her face remained obscured by the cascade of falling strands, shrouding her features in a veil of mystery.
I don't understand why all their faces are just concealed but there's more we need to know about them.
"This day is so special to you the same way it's special to us." She blew her hair and sniffed.