Monte Carlo Massacre

My Buick LeSabre was broken down, so my father reluctantly let me drive his prized possession—his Chevrolet Monte Carlo.  After lecturing me for a good hour about how the roads might be bad and how a meteor might strike that night, I grabbed the keys and started up the car.  My first problem came when I couldn’t figure out how to put the car in reverse.  The letters on the shifter were not the normal D or O.  Instead, there were outrageous letters such as Z and the Roman numeral VI.  I shifted the car into each gear, carefully pressing the gas pedal to ensure that I was in the right gear.  After landing on the letter Q, the car began to go backward.  I hit the brake pedal to open the garage door, but the car failed to stop.  I went crashing through the garage door, barreling backward down our ridiculously long driveway.  Every pump of the brake pedal made it seem like the car would become more erratic than before.  Trying to go with the flow, I turned the wheel to back out of the driveway.  It was cold outside, so there was snow all over the place.  I turned the wheel only to run into the full, brown trashcan at the end of our driveway.  That’s when my father came sprinting out of the front door, screaming and yelling like no man I’ve heard before.  I started to cry as I realized nothing that I was doing was stopping the car from maneuvering chaotically.  The car began to almost have a mind of its own, making figure eights on our front lawn and taking out our neighbor’s mailbox.  As I made my way toward the busy road, the car suddenly stopped when I hit the brakes.  My father came running up to the car, opened the door and yanked me out.

Skull Shack

I was traveling around the countryside and decided to walk by this shack I had seen in the distance.  It looked old and beaten down almost, but that didn’t stop me from going inside.  I opened the shack door slowly and shut it as I stepped into the smelly shack.  It wasn’t dark; it was actually rather bright.  I looked to my left to see something I didn’t expect – a pile of about 25 human skulls.  Horrified, I tried to make my way out of the shack.  As I made my way back to the door, I began to hear the beginning of an N’SYNC song, “I Want You Back.”  Having no idea what was going on, I backed up as the voice got louder.  At the profound moment of the beginning of the song, Justin Timberlake kicked open the door as the other members of the band followed.  He furiously sang and stomped toward me at the same time, as the other guys each picked up a few skulls.  Justin picked up one as well, and as they drew back their arms ready to throw these rotted skulls at me, I woke up.