So… a monster and/or slasher-type boogeyman is in your neighborhood, Voorheesing all over the place…
Now, your first instinct is going to be to go to the cops with whatever evidence you have and beg them to believe a supernatural murder machine both exists and is not already on their payroll.
This is wrong. That’s how you wind up in a tense handcuffed escape from the back of a patrolcar before the wolfman finishes tearing out Spec-Ops Barney Fife’s liver in the front seat.
Instead, Give ‘em the Reverse Scooby-Doo™:
“Some methhead in a Halloween mask is running around attacking people. I think he’s got a knife, I didn’t get a good look.”
Now. You know that its really Dracula on a rampage and that mortal weapons won’t work on him…
But who are they going to believe? You, or the dried husks of an improbably exsanguinated SWAT team?
It annoys me so bad that nobody in media does this, the most obvious thing, but also that the police never just draw this conclusion on their own?!
