The Night of Evil
The man looked tense. He made his way through the bushes and into the dark field. The field lay in front of a big mansion-like building. It looked like a traditional palace. The only odd thing about the palace was that it was strangely glowing with bright light. And the place was dreadfully silent, except for the noise of the leaves of the trees rustling in the dark.
The man was wearing a white shirt and a black trouser. He looked fit and healthy. His hair was swept back neatly. The man had sweat all over his face, as if he had just washed his face. The tensed expression over his face indicated that he was intensely worried about something and his worry was related to the mansion that lay in front of him.
The man silently jogged towards the mansion’s door. The door was already open. He went in and ran through the corridors, as if he was the architect of the mansion and knew each and every corner of it. After a few seconds of turning and running, he reached a hall that led to three different rooms.
The 2nd room, which was in the middle, was emitting golden light. The man frowned. He slowly tiptoed towards the door and peeked in.
He gasped. In the room was a man suspended 7 to 8 meters in the air and screeching to breathe. His throat seemed to be clutched with something which wasn’t visible. The man’s body too was fogged with the golden light. His face looked weak and he was bald. His eyes were closed and tears ran down from them.
The man outside the room now looked intensely panicked. He acted as if he knew the man very well. He instantly closed his eyes and started chanting something. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again but nothing had occurred. He grew distressed. Before he could think of anything else, the man in the room, who was in the air, opened his eyes.
Suddenly, a voice spoke in somewhere from within the room- ‘Yes, it’s time. It’s time I rule again. And your death will warn them of my coming. I shall rise again.’
The eyes of the man hanging in the air started emitting golden light, and within a fraction of second, he dissolved into the thin air.
The room grew warmer. The man outside the room turned and ran towards the nearest window, and surprisingly, jumped.
He landed onto the field and quickly started running towards the bushes. He ran and ran through the dense bushes and trees until he reached near a big huge wall.
The wall certainly looked as if it was a fortification for a city, as for the swords and guns that were lined on the wall.
But before he could take another step near it, the ground shook. The walls erupted and the ground and the walls caught fire.
The man couldn’t make a move, and even if he was planning to, the monster above the wall was there to stop him.
The Journal of Indian Law and Society 
Wow! Enthralling. Also, I suggest you replace swishing with rustling, leaves rustle.
yeah i made the change. thanks….do keep telling where i can improve. it helps….!