This one called Last Stand of the Ant Maker:
There was a girl. Isn’t there always? She was eighteen when he first met her. She moved in. Next door. With her husband, Gary. Gary drove a truck. Ate baked beans from a can. She was pregnant. Always pregnant. Although they never seemed to have any kids.
Benjamin knows he would’ve noticed kids. Kids are loud. Kids destroy. They would’ve gotten into his house. Gotten to his ants and killed them. Killed them all. He would’ve had to make a mass grave. One the size of his whole backyard.
Thankfully, they did not have kids.
The girls name was Emily. She had short black hair. Benjamin thought she was pretty. Every once and awhile, she would be bored. Come over and try and talk to him. To make conversation. Benjamin wasn’t good at conversation.
All he wanted to do was talk about his ants. She didn’t seem to mind. And she was pretty. Benjamin liked her.
Simple. Creepy. Niiiiice.