A young married couple and their teenage daughter (they must have been six or seven when they had her) move into a lovely Victorian house with the husband’s recovering alcoholic/drug addict hippie-dippy sister. The daughter, Hailey, hates the house and is having issues with a clique of high school bitches (but she’s also finding love), Aunt Shea seems to be targeted by some malevolent force eating away at her mental health and mom and dad are arguing more and more. The house has a bad wrap in town and it’s looking like it’s a well deserved notoriety. A history of murder and creepy shit plays into the oncoming tragedy and the whole town is definitely harboring some secrets. A clunky and shitty stew of either annoying or boring characters (except for the sultry oddball property manager played by Tonya Kay), bad dialogue, worse shocks and poor decisions. Hilarious accidental incest, the aforementioned Tonya Kay, and laughably awful acting save the viewer from catatonia but by the time the painted up and possessed villain comes into play, you’ll be focused on something else, like replacing lightbulbs or dusting cabinets. It’s all more fun than dealing with this shit smear of a movie.
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