Going to The Tamarind Tree

I signaled to Gopal to wait. After a few minutes, my grandmother went to bed and I was relieved. I quickly switched off the lights and bolted the front door before leaving.
Only then did I notice that the rest of the gang had already assembled under the tree in front of my house. Quickly we started our journey. It was not a very long walk. After about ten minutes, we reached our destination. It was the tamarind tree that we had been to in the afternoon. Nothing had changed except for light from the moon.

In the light of the moon, the place was even more eerie. The shadow cast under the tree was dark and formed strange shadows. The only brightness were streaks from the moon through the branches. The air was so still and silent that we could hear our own breathing. We were perspiring profusely both because of the still and stuffy air and the fear that was building up. We kept silent all the way and looked suspiciously and expecting at any moment to see what we were to encounter.
We did not dare go near the tree in front of us. We stood a few metres away and waited. We did not know what to expect; to see or to hear. All the five pairs of eyes were wide opened. Our hearts were beating in rhythm. Our ears were cocked.