The House of Skulls

“Shit. Son of a bitch. I do not believe this fucking bullshit,” Jared had his head under the hood of the little compact he was driving. Pulling his head out, he kicked the car’s fender, leaving dents in the body. “Those fucking bastards rented us a mother fucking lemon! Damn those idiots.”

Sheila was sitting on a rock by the side of the dirt road they had been driving down before the car broke down. She was seeing a side of Jared that she was not sure she liked that much. Sheila had never seen him lose such control as he had during this road trip they decided to go on. She was not surprised the car had overheated the way Jared had been driving the last hour or two.

Jared and Sheila had been dating for six months now. Up to this trip, Jared had been an easy-going guy, well-liked by everyone. But on this trip, he had pissed off every store clerk; he had almost caused three wrecks, and two other drivers had threatened them, one of which was an old lady with a gun.

Sheila wished this trip would end soon so she could break things off with Jared once they made it home. She did not think ending things mid-trip would be an excellent idea. Not with the way Jared had been acting anyway. Then again, she would not want to break things off if he weren't acting this way, Sheila reminded herself.

“Jared, I saw a driveway with a mailbox back there about a mile. Why don’t we walk back there and ask if we can use their phone to call the rental company for assistance?” Sheila commented, trying to distract Jared from his temper tantrum.

“Fine, let’s fucking go since you fucking think I can not fix the fucking problem. This is fucking bullshit,” Jared gritted out with one final kick at the car. He missed and landed on his rear. Sheila would have laughed if she thought it would not set him in another rage. Jared cussed some more as he stood up and followed Sheila.

They walked back to the mailbox and turned down the driveway. They walked another quarter a mile before seeing a house through the trees. As they neared the house, Sheila thought the stones used to build it looked odd. The house was more of a shack, and all the rocks were the same size, with dark spots on them.

Then they got right up on the house, and she saw all the stones were human heads. About the time she realized this, they heard a loud cackling. Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the doorway.

“Fuck this shit,” Sheila heard Jared say right before he took off running for his life.

A kindly, little old woman stepped out of the house and, in the sweetest voice, asked, “Is everything ok, dear? Are you all lost? I have a phone you can use if you need it.”

That’s when Sheila saw the sign:

“House of Skulls Haunted Cabin”

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**Author's note: I added all the cuss words because Vocal would not accept the story as a micro fiction. It seems that today, they are being strict about word count requirements. I am giving them what they want-exact word count. We will see if they post it once I add all this nonsense stuff that is not needed for the story to be completed and is inserted into the format of words.

Thank you for putting up with my nonsense.