Doris had a modest little house that was tucked away on a dirt road, one that had a remote-controlled gate and a nominal wall that not only skirted the confines of the remote property, but also bordered a forest that spanned a few hundred miles.
No one ever dared to install a landline or even consider the chance that any given cell phone might lose service. Doris’ house had a security system with cameras and all, but it so happened that, in the event of a power outage, she would have to go the adjacent creepy, little guest house where the breaker just happened to be. (Apparently, the guest house was the original house, and so the previous owner hired some shady electricians to just divert power from that house to the main house in order to save money. Good plan!)
The nearest hospital was about 60 miles away, and not to mention, the road to the hospital just happened to be mountainous and had a lot of deer all over it during the night because nobody ever hunted that way as much. On top of that, the hospital had a weird mortician who would hide murder victims. Of course, the cops never paid heed to it because they always coincidentally overlooked the fact that dead bodies were disappearing under their noses.
So, it’s no surprise that on the eve of Halloween, Doris, head cheerleader of Eastside High, almost was murdered under their noses. Her friends, well ... let’s just say they ran to the 18th-Century graveyard, where weird rituals used to happen, instead of just getting in their car and gunning it out of there. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway because they
But how could that have happened? I mean, it’s not like she lived in a remote location where her parents periodically come to sleep and eat after their long and demanding jobs.
Scary movies portray characters that leave a lot to be desired. We almost want the jerk of the group to die because he or she is the only one that actually always seems to survive and screws everybody else over because the nice guy or girl goes outside to check the strange sound … and then they end up getting chased through a forest and get killed. Why didn’t they fill up on gas before they came to the remote location?
Suspense, it feeds a scary movie and it sometimes succeeds in giving people watching a jump.
Sometimes people cannot help but laugh because the characters portrayed are so clueless to the point where they almost want to die. You almost have to feel sorry for them -- unless they’re selfish, then they're probably going to die or are not worth the murderer’s attention.
Furthermore, the nice guy or girl always seems to have some messed up past that incapacitates their character, especially when it comes to their self-survival. Some scary movies even go to the point where the main “protagonist” is psychopathic to either add a dark twist and/or give the protagonist a strange flavor.
Doris just happened to have a messed up past and because of that she surprisingly survived her manipulative deranged villain/psychopath.
I still root for the nice guy or girl in a scary movie.
