A mildly furnished apartment. A phone. A pile of money. A strange town.
Look. I've already lived through one horror movie. Let's not make it two. I mean, this is no Alfred Hitchcock or Stephen King plot twist, which helps ease the trepidation of immediate death. Maybe M. Night. Possibly R.L. Stine.
Although, I don't know about you but those Goosebump books were terrifying.