I was in a truck, sitting shotgun to my father. I don't remember exactly where we were going (if we were going anywhere at all), I just remember we were driving up against the side of this cliff, and that there was a thick fog laid out before us. He was driving slowly at the time, presumably because of the fog, and I remember that despite the oddness of our situation, I was feeling exciting about getting to wherever we had set off to go. As we were driving, I began to realize that there was this faint ringing sound. At first I just ignored it (you know how we get that ringing sound in our head sometimes) but, the sound didn't go away, in fact it was getting louder. All of a sudden the car shuddered to a stop. I looked out through the front window of the car, nothing. I decided to get out of the car to get a better look. So I unbuckled myself and stepped out onto the gravel — and the ringing got louder. As I walked ahead of the car I saw a glimmer of red out in the middle of the street. At first I thought we might have hit a deer or something, though as I got closer I saw that it wasn't blood at all, but a red telephone — and the ringing got louder. I knew that there was only one thing to do, so I reached down and picked up the phone, but the ringing didn't stop. At first all I could hear was that damnable sound but, then there was this voice and it spoke to me. "We're here son." But it wasn't coming from the phone, it came from right behind me. I turned around and saw a man. He held out his arm and showed me what he was carrying, it was my father's head but with his face cut off, his eyes starring at me unblinking, lifeless. — and the ringing got louder "Isn't it wonderful son?" I looked up at the man and was horrified to see my father's face starring back at, his mouth had been nailed open to look like a smile. "See? Everyone wears a smile here." He lifted up his other hand and saw he was carrying a nail gun. "Now you need one too." I tried to back away from him, but I could go any further, I was at the edge of the cliff — and the ringing got louder. I looked at the disembodied head of my father and saw with horror that it began to slowly smile. It kept growing and growing, and I thought it would never stop, but then it started laughing! Laughing and laughing until it started coughing up this thick black blood, choking on it, and gurgling it back down again — but the head never did stop laughing, and the phone never did stop ringing. Then I woke up.