One shot stories

Sensory/Memory

    When I was around 7 or 8 years old, I decided to rake leaves. It was late, maybe 8 or 9 o'clock, so it was quite hard to see. The leaves were falling. It smelled like rain considering the fact the clouds weren't too far from my house. It was extremely windy, and all you could hear was it blowing past your ears. After some time, I heard the front door open, and my brother walked out. I gave him the rake I was using to grab the broken one behind the house. I had trouble finding it since my eyes weren't fully adjusted. When I found what I was looking for, I started to get a bad feeling. I just stood there in the front yard wanting my mom, after a while, my eyes started to tear up because the feeling wasn't going away. Next thing I know I feel biting all over me so I start screaming calling my mom. My brother was right behind me trying to figure out what was wrong and my dogs started barking. My mom came rushing to the front porch and helped me take off my jacket and sweatpants quickly only to figure out there were ants all over me from the rake that was previously built into there home.