The movie was a slasher-style horror movie. It took place in a very depressing, run-down semi-rural town with some woods and fields around it. It was always gray, and either on the verge of raining or actually raining. You had the feeling that all of the houses were just this side of rotting and falling down. And there was someone who was seeking revenge for some past wrong committed by the town (a-la Freddy). In order to disguise himself he dressed up...
...as a goblin.
And I don't mean he put on a goblin mask. He had a full latex mask and upper bodysuit. It was sickly yellowish/white.
Now let me explain what I was talking about earlier. The movie was full (and I mean FULL) of typical horror movie characters. They would always react in their typical horror movie ways. Thing is, I'm pretty familair with horror movies, so I was always trying to get these characters to react in ways that would "break their programming" so to speak. But they wouldn't. No matter what.
Here are two examples: At one point I was in a car with a slightly nerdish teenaged character (seemingly played by a young Sean Astin), and the movie's requisite grumpy, skeptical old man who refuses to believe "those damned kids and their crazy stories" (seemingly played by my own dad). At this point I had manipulated events suitably enough so that I knew another old man character was going to be targeted by the goblin killer, so I tricked the skeptical old man to drive us to his street. As soon as we got there, the goblin killer drove up in a Volvo (boxy but good), in full costume, got out in plain sight of us brandishing a huge knife, and started walking up the street towards his victim's house.
"I think we should call the police," I rationally said.
At this point the skeptical old man started in on a tirade about how us crazy kids are always making up crazy stories, even though he had seen the goblin killer with his own two eyes. It didn't matter. This character's role in the film was to be a skeptical old man and, by god, he was going to be skeptical no matter what.
At one point during the film I had to call 911 myself, knowing that if a teenager calls 911 and starts telling stories about a goblin killer he's likely (in a horror movie) to get laughed right off the phone and chided for making prank calls to 911. So instead of talking about a goblin killer, I made up an insanely plausible reason why I would need police to come to my aid (I don't remember exactly what it was, but it made no mention of a
I woke up before the movie ended, unfortunately. But then I rolled over, fell back asleep, and started dreaming about the sequel to the film, also starring me and Sean Astin. It took place mostly in a carnival-type setting, though there was also a train station. I don't remember many of the events, except for a chase involving an escalator.
