A few years ago, I went to a Burger King at about 11 p.m. As I was ordering, a full tibetan monk came in, with the requisite staff and bells.
I moved away quickly before he gave me a quest.
Last year I was spending the weekend at an Airbnb in Seattle’s Pioneer Square(which is both a tourist destination AND extremely seedy, with a large homeless population and all of the problems that come with it) so I could attend some back-to-back AEW shows. After the show I took the light rail to the next stop after mine so I could eat at a nearby restaurant I’d been wanting to try.
After I ate, I figured I could just walk back to the Airbnb, so I pulled up Google Maps for directions - and it told me to walk down an unlit back alley for four blocks.
Having seen my share of Batman reboots, I took 2nd ave. instead.
Right back, my ass. You have any idea how long we were waiting for you?..& how come we never see you & the killer on screen at the same time??? 
I’m not the killer. That’s crazy talk. Um…it couldn’t be me.
Believe me.
What a wimp, weren’t you paying attention? Batman always rescues the potential victim!
Tell that to Thomas and Martha.
Ah but Bruce wasn’t Batman back then!
Well, in any event, our resident superhero had to retire after he got caught selling molly, so I’m not exactly counting on him to spring to the rescue.
My go-to source for elevator gore.
Nernernernernernernerner… Crackman! Ok so it doesn’t quite work.
I was going to mention the Dutch film The Lift (1983) but I see @The_Librarian beat me to it.
As for personal anecdotes, I generally hate elevators. The idea of being trapped in a stalled elevator is the stuff of nightmares. I once had to visit a medical lab several times in an old building with a creaky old elevator. I managed it the first time, though I took the stairs down. But on the second visit, I got into the elevator and more and more people crowded in until the little cage was stuffed with bodies. I got the hell out and took the stairs up to wherever I needed to go.
I was thinking about this, but in general, electronic devices malfunctioning in a gruesomely deadly fashion are a staple of horror movies.
And I should have read the whole thread first…
I almost fell for the oldest trick in the book and went to bed tonight in my bed but then I remembered Deathbed!!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tBhsPP06-mA&pp=ygUQZGVhdGhiZWQgdHJhaWxlcg%3D%3D
Nice try, I’m so very tired though.
One thing I’ve learned is that when you’re running away from a bad person, you should NEVER look back over your shoulder while running. Never! You don’t need to know how close the baddie is - you just need to get to a safe place. So what if you end up running farther than you need to - it beats tripping or running into something as you make your escape. Sheesh.
Frequently, in these movies, you’ll see a closeup of running female feet (probably in — sheesh — high heels) with a cut to an obviously male pair of feet chasing her, mostly at strolling speed, sometimes in slooooow motion (builds the fear 
). Cut back and forth a couple times to make the film reach 85 minutes and the girl will turn a corner and he’ll be right there to slice her up. Did she run in circles? Was physics jettisoned? Do you care? Only you know the answer.
Well, if it’s happening in a forest, people do often go in circles.
Forest or city, he knows all trails/alleys, so of course he can catch her just when she thinks she’s safe!
Mia Farrow who was blind in See No Evil, where the killer’s face isn’t shown; just his boots; which have stars on them.
Plus, unlike blind Audrey Hepburn who was in her own familiar apartment, Mia is stumbling around out in the countryside
When I get in my car, I always check the back seat for masked killers and evil clowns that might pop up and cut my throat after I’ve started cruising down the road.
Actually, this is one of the dumbest cliches, and I don’t see it being used anymore. It might’ve made some sense back in, say, the 1950s, when cars were big friggin’ tubs. But the only way someone could jam himself in behind the front seat and not be seen would be if they were REALLY short.
At least a half dozen times I’ve found a hook stuck in my car door, and yet I still park down by the insane asylum whenever my wife and I want to make out in the car. I’ll never learn.