The Leaf Pile
On a cold fall afternoon, Chris was lightly raking leaves in his backyard. His house was old and frail, the chimney blackened by the constant-run of the fireplace. Chris was a taller, skinnier man in his late thirties who played on his high school baseball team. The amount of trophies he had from high school was more than anyone could count. While raking leaves, Chris sees a shiny object in the pile of leaves. He pauses to think, then realizes it could be an old trophy, but how did it get there? Chris reached into the pile, rustling around for the shiny object, as he was doing this, he felt a tug, then another, and another, until he fell to the ground.
When he woke up the leaf pile he made was gone, he reached out for his rake, but that was also long gone. Chris got up and started back towards the house. He got closer and closer, until he saw. There was no house. He was nowhere near his house. He was in the middle of a farm, fields of crops surrounded him on all sides. Looking around, he tried to find someplace to re-orient himself so he could figure out where he was. He got to an old, rusted door, laying on the ground. He looked at it, and decided to prop it up against a nearby tree. When he was ten feet away from the tree, he saw the pile of leaves that he raked at his house. He saw the shiny object again, his rake was right next to the leaves where he left it before. He started to run, but his foot was already in the leaves, he was being pulled and pulled. Until he was almost completely laying in the leaf pile. He was unmoving.
When he woke up the leaf pile he made was gone, he reached out for his rake, but that was also long gone. Chris got up and started back towards the house. He got closer and closer, until he saw. There was no house. He was nowhere near his house. He was in the middle of a farm, fields of crops surrounded him on all sides. Looking around, he tried to find someplace to re-orient himself so he could figure out where he was. He got to an old, rusted door, laying on the ground. He looked at it, and decided to prop it up against a nearby tree. When he was ten feet away from the tree, he saw the pile of leaves that he raked at his house. He saw the shiny object again, his rake was right next to the leaves where he left it before. He started to run, but his foot was already in the leaves, he was being pulled and pulled. Until he was almost completely laying in the leaf pile. He was unmoving.