Evidence Destroyed

Soaking wet, Cameron plopped down on the lounge chair and leaned back.

He dismissed the first noises he heard in the woods behind him, but a few seconds later, the rustling quickly escalated into an all-out tumult.  Sitting up, he turned towards the woods, his long blond hair, still dripping wet, flopped into his eyes, further hindering his already near-sighted view, but he was still able to make out the large, dark form blundering towards him.

Panicked, Cameron screamed and jumped up to run, but slipped on the wet cement and went down hard on his knees.

"Cameron! I did it!" The creature shouted as it thrust its arm up in the air and began to twirling around.

Cameron suddenly recognized the voice. "Todd?"

Todd didn't answer Cameron, just kept whooping and spinning like an idiot.

Cameron reached over and grabbed his glasses off the side table and placed them on his face. Even with the glasses on, Cameron couldn't make sense of what he was seeing. His friend was wearing what could only be described as some sort of swamp-man costume and brandishing something dark in his upheld hand.

"What on earth are you wearing?" Cameron asked. "You look ridiculous!"

Todd didn't stop dancing, but explained in gasps. "It's a ghillie suit. It's camouflage. I wore it out at the trail crossing all night, and this morning I got it!"

Cameron could see now that the object was a camera.

"You didn't?" Cameron asked excitedly, suspecting that he already knew.

"I did!" Todd exclaimed.

Suddenly, Sasquatch silently dashed from the brambles, reaching Todd, it tossed him, mid-twirl, into the deep end of the pool before disappearing back into the foliage.

Todd emerged from the water a moment later, his expression as wilted as the synthetic foliage covering his suit.