In Halloween III, there is nowhere for the kids to hide!
This is a true story. On Halloween night, my best friend and a good friend of ours (he's black, this will matter later on) embarked to a haunted house thing for some rousing Halloween fun. We had to go through the backroads of Maryland, where there wouldn't be houses for miles or anything resembling civilization. It was a clear, black night with an almost full moon, so the fields and forests were lit with the moonlight.
After awhile, we admitted we were lost, and in an attempt to salvage what was left of our night, we thought about going to see the recently released Director's Cut of Alien. I called the Rio (I bet Mandark will only get this local reference) using my cell phone to find showtimes. My phone and the car both die at the same time.
Creepy.
My phone remains dead, but we get the car up and going to in hopes of getting us to a better lit part of the road. It was small and narrow, with a forest hill on the side and we were afraid of being hit by one of the ten cars that went by in an hour. Plus, it was just scary - there were no houses or anything. We ended up stalling at a worse part of the road.
At this point, we were a bit creeped out, fearing a real-life Deliverance or The Hills Have Eyes considering it was Halloween after all. My friend, the one who happened to be black, was the most freaked. He was very urban and hated the country, for obvious reasons (I'll stand by his remark that there is still some racism left in the countrysides of Maryland). My best friend told him that he should wait outside, to give us a fighting chance, because the black guy always dies first
After an hour, the most country bumpkin sheriff you've ever seen in your life (all he was missing was chewing a long piece of wheat grain ) comes by and goes, "YOU ALL NEED SOME HELP?" Out of fear (we've seen this movie before), my friend immediately remarked, "NAH WE FINE WE COOL LATER GOODBYE!" and rolls up his window
My best friend and I both yelled at him, since we were stuck in the middle of nowhere.
Then, out of nowhere, comes two tow trucks on the way back to Germantown, Maryland (that's where we all lived). They saw us and stopped, saying they had just enough space to give the three of us a ride and tow my friend's car. He said he'd charge us only $60 since they were heading there anyway, and we quickly pooled our resources and gave them their thanks.
How is that for a weird coincidence.
We made it back home in time to catch the tail end of Monsterfest and hit the grocery store for frozen pizza and junk food, so it was not completely blown.
But I will never forget that.
