Killer Ants

"You'll never believe what happened next" Tracey said, pausing to see if she had my undivided attention. She didn't. The story my younger sister was spinning was ridiculous.

"No. I don't want to know what happened next Tracey. The whole stories stupid. Killer Ants did not eat your friends rabbit and they did not attack both of you." I replied, not even turning away from the TV.

"But Harold, they...."

"Shut it!" I cut off her off, pointing at the TV, indicating there were more important things to listen to.

Tracey stamped her feet in anger, and stormed out of the room. I ignored her.

Twenty minutes later, I started to feel an itch on my left shin. I scratched it through my trousers, but didn't think too much of it. The next itch I felt in my groin, and thats when I started taking notice.

I lifted my shirt to see two tiny ants crawling out of my pants up to my belly button. Tracey's voice pushed into my mind, hitting me like a tonne of bricks. Killer Ants. I squashed them, as a yelp escaped my mouth.

I stood up and dropped my pants to the floor. More than one hundred black dots covered my eleven year old legs, marching up towards my torso.

I ran to the bathroom, turned on the shower and dove in.

The water hit the ants, washing them from my legs, but by the time they had hit the ground, they had grown in size, now bigger than the holes in the drain. They fought past the water and started to climb my legs once again.

"The ants ate the rabbits brain" Tracey had said. "We poured water on them to kill them" She had said.

"You'll never believe what happened next."

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