The monster held his breath and moved nothing but his eyes. The human would get no warning.
A vine of green satin pressed down on his shoulder, heavy, but the monster waited. He counted within the shadows. On the twentieth second, he leapt.
Shirts flew alongside him, adding drama to his ambush. The human screamed.
“Sam! Get out of my room!” She flung a large rock.
He roared in hideous laughter. The rock felt as light as a pillow.
From beyond the jungle, a meddler shouted over him. “Samuel, go to your own room. Leave your sister alone.”
Revised from “Hunting Boredom” (originally posted 2010).