Hoppar

I was taken away from my usual duty of being nice to girls and telling stories at the campfire. It was time. We had to go. After marching 15 minutes in almost complete darkness up a hill in the woods I was left with one instruction: "Scare them". Nothing new. The usual drill. I had developed a way to "see" in complete darkness. All you need is a laser pointer. By shining it, you remain invisible yet you see movement. I plunged into a bush near the trail. I was laying down, listening. After thirty minutes, I started sweating. The high pitched buzzing of mosquitoes dulled my hearing senses. At least, I heard movement. The air got thicker, warmer. I felt a warm breeze. Something was wrong with that air though. I was laying down and that breeze came from above. I decided to shine my flashlight quickly, mainly to spot and kill that annoying buzzing creature. When I flickered on the light, I saw the horned beast's head right above mine. It yelped, hopped over me and ran away in the darkness. Shaking, I got up took a few steps and felt an invading urge to get something down on paper. I could hear the first group of children that I was suppose to scare. The mosquitoes were more annoying than ever. I could sense the blood flowing through my skull with each heartbeat. I resolved to let the pass without scaring them. So when they arrived I shined my flashlight to my face. The two kids yelled in terror. A droplet of blood spattered on my flashlight changing the light from white to red. The creature probably injured me during its jump. I fell to my knees. The last thing I remembered was the softness of the lichens against my cheek and the smell of moisture. It was going to rain.