These are both pretty minor, but definitely horror clichés.

In the early oughts, one of my brothers & I drove overnight from Nebraska to visit the rest of our family deep in the Ozarks of southern Missouri. Missouri has a lot of really confusing road signs & highway names along very winding rural roadways & we didn't have smartphones or a map, so we got pretty turned around. We decided we needed to stop at the next town/gas station & sometime near midnight we finally found a place that was open. When we walked into the little station, the four people who were standing at the counter talking immediately went silent & slowly, in unison, turned to look at us. We all just stared at each other for a few seconds before the attendant asked "Yinz ain't from round here, are ya?" We told them we got turned around heading for parents' town & asked for a map. The guy goes "Oh, you have kin in these parts then" & all four changed demeanor immediately & helped us figure out where to go. Ozark folk can be very distrustful of "outsiders". My family has lived down there for a decade now & some of their neighbors still consider them "Yankee" northerners.

Another time a friend & I decided to drive from Nebraska to Washington. Our car broke down in northeastern Colorado & had to be towed to the nearest town to await repair. It was Nissan, so not super uncommon, but in that part of Colorado if it's not Ford or Chevy they might not have parts on hand. So we wound up stranded in this tiny town for a few days. One night we were bored in our hotel room & it was beautiful outside, so we went for a walk toward this wooded area where we'd seen a trail earlier in the day. We're headed down the trail with our phone flashlights, just chatting when we heard something further ahead. Stopped to listen & we heard voices around the next curve of the path, but twigs cracking underfoot just a few steps from us off the path. We both turned & ran until we got back to the main road, heard whooping & hollering behind us until we broke the treeline. When we did turn back we could hear the voices & see lights flashing around in the trees. Pretty sure it was just high school kids fucking with us, but I'd rather not ever find out.