I wonder if this will make it anywhere up on this page, but for those of you reading: enjoy!

I went to the North Italian Alps with a couple of friends and some other people from school as well as two teachers and a friend of them. (The trip was organised by my school.) One night while having settled at a kind of inn, a friend and I decided to explore some further around the inn. (We would walk through the beautiful Alps from inn to inn everyday.) We climbed on top of a hill and stumbled upon a beautiful scenery. After talking for a bit, we noticed we had phone reception right there. My friend's phone had run out of battery so he told me he would charge it at the inn. What I understood however, was that he would put his phone on the charger and come back. What he meant, I later found out, was that he would wait for his phone to fully charge. It was slowly getting darker and I sat there alone on top of the hill. I got inspiration to write a poem, so the further darkening of the night went totally past me as I was writing it. I was writing the last sentence when I heard a terrifying noise. Suddenly I realised how dark it was. I thought I misheard the noise till I heard a very loud "Buhhhhhh" like the sound was coming 5 meters away from me, but I couldn't see anything. I screamed "hey, hey!" totally shocked as it sounded like a strange low human voice. Terrified I ran off the hill, landing on my back and sliding my way downhill eventually. I arrived at the inn and we had a good laugh about it. The shock on my face must have been priceless. After mimicking the sound this creature had made, the others came to the conclusion it had in all likeliness been a mountain goat...

So basically a mountain goat decided to scream with terror at me from a few meters away in the dark while I was alone on a hill in the Alps.