I just wrote the last line of my novel as how the characters finally got escaped from the grasp of the ghastly power of evil through the journey inside cloke room under the building. I took a back stretch and pick up the box of cigarette to take mental break to delink my thoughts from the story line. Standing on my high stories balcony I was looking over the midnight city scape and was scheduling in mind about publication of the novel. It was deep silence arround. After some time I consumed a glass of water and bang on bed