Living Movie Clichés

[DTH]

Aloha!

You know all those remote, isolated places like gas stations and farm houses you see in all those movies? Well they actually exist. I know, I visited one! And BCWC confirms that, yeah, they aren't in every horror movie ever for nothing...

Well this reminded me of a situation I was once in where I saw a hole in a strange place and immediately stuck my head in to have a look. You know, because I hadn't seen enough films where some horror grabs my head and introduces me to some new friends called "Gore" and "Viscera".

I just wondered if anyone else had ever caught themselves falling into a movie cliché?

[BlackCatWhiteCat]

Well since you mentioned me I suppose I should expand on one of my many terrifying experiences in central Kentucky.

I've mentioned before that my husband and I met working at a cafe. Well one night he agreed to take give one of the cooks there a ride home and I decided to go with. Said coworker seemed normal enough, though we didn't know much about him 'cause he had just moved to the area.

See where this is going?

For 20 minutes our guide led us down increasingly less civilized areas and less paved roads. That in itself isn't cause for worry. Living in a town of 2000 people, anything off the main highway is less civilized and paved. The trouble was when we finally reached the guy's one-room house out in the middle of BFE where there was no other light aside from the bluish, flickering light attached to a barn across the road. My husband's (then boyfriend) car chose that moment to break down.

Neither my husband nor the guy could figure out what was wrong with the car and it was freezing outside, so we headed into his shack..erm...house. Inside was a fireplace of sorts, a tv, and some rather unsavory-looking pieces of furniture. Also, his door didn't shut but instead hung wide open. Dude had no phone, and BFE wasn't covered by our cell phone provider. A couple of bars of service popped up here and there, giving us just enough time to call my future in-laws and get cut off mid-conversation. We had no idea where we were and the goober we brought home couldn't tell us how we got there, because someone had been picking him up and taking him home for the last couple of days.

While my husband and I continued to try to reach his parents, the guy started "hearing things". At one point he literally jumped up mid-sentence, screamed something unintelligible to unseen foe, grabbed his gun out of the corner and took off running through his doorway.

I'll leave you to imagine the bowel-emptying terror that encased husband and me at this point.

Eventually Sparky returned and sat across from us, I kid you not, with his shotgun between his knees and looking furiously around every few moments, showing special interest in the barn across the road from us. After hours spent in this waking nightmare hubby's parents finally figured out where we were and rescued us.

The next day at work the guy smiled, chatted, and apologized. We never ate there again until he left.

[DTH]

Genius!

At your husband didn't say "I'm just going to take a look around outside" at any point or get inappropriately amorous

I've just remembered a couple more:

1. Former-Mutant Rich (a friend of mine) used to go to late night movie showings. Because our "historic market town" did not have a cinema at the time, this meant a 20 minute drive.

To go the quick way (rather than taking a massive detour doubling the travel time), we had to go under a bridge beyond which (and I mean not more than a few metres) was a farm house in the middle of no where. By day, this wasn't a problem. But by night...oh by night, things were very different.

For starters, there was what we affectionately labeled "mysterious fog". This was a bank of cloud which was deposited right under the bridge. That's right, there was just a single cloud under the bridge.

Imagine driving through mysterious fog at midnight, beyond which was a creepy isolated farm house.

Every single time I was just waiting for the car to break down and one of us going to the farm house-come-future resting place to make a call...

2. My girlfriend and I were traveling back from London after watching Chris Cornell and Aerosmith in Hyde Park. It was nearly 330 in the morning by the time we got within 10 minutes of our town. We were driving down the bypass (freeway to you Americans) and this white dog-thing ran out in front of us. We narrowly missed it but my other half was convinced we'd hit something.

Concerned for the animal, we to the end of the bypass, went back up the other way and came down to have a look (taking about 30 minutes). There was absolutely no sign of anything.

After the fact, we discussed it and we couldn't agree on what it was. It could have been a golden retriever, it was that kind of colour, but that made no sense. Why would a domestic dog be next to a motorway miles from any kind of habitat? I certainly have never heard of any feral dogs like that...

My girlfriend thought it might have been some other animal but it was definitely a big dog of some description.

To this day, we'll never know what it was but the whole thing was just way too "American Werewolf In London" for my liking....