The goosebump creator
The dark night poured over my head as time of the Burma trail crept up the clock, I heard my heart start to race rapidly, the blindfold pressed against my face, and all was pitch black.
I grabbed the rope tightly with my rock hard hands, my firm feet were completely frozen to the ground as I dragged them along the muck covered ground. The snapping of sticks made me jump with fright. The trees rustled in the wind.
Suddenly Mr R went BOO! I screamed in fear, I walked cautiously from then on. The bottoms of my trousers were oozing with coffee brown mud I felt it drip into my shoes. I felt the end of the goose bump creating Burma trail no more rope. I slid my blindfold off; the night sky was a gigantic gloomy shadow towering over my puny head.
I slumped with lassitude all the way to my snug tent. I slopped into my bed it was a velvet cloud. I slowly drifted to sleep. At least the horror had officially ended.
AV
