The mansion of Mr. Adem was requested to be turned into a hotel in the dead man’s will. A young traveling couple are told as much by a grumpy carriage driver when he tells them to jump on and that there’s no place else to stay. The homely young man and his smokeshow lady are getting a bit worried as the anxious coachman goes on about it being the 15th day of the month and having to get back home before dark. Like, he’s not shutting up about it which begs the question “why the fuck offer these two a ride?” She’s concerned about the spooky superstitions, he’s concerned about the driver’s rush getting them into an accident. They arrive at the mansion in one piece and the coachman rides off without payment, mentioning the date yet again. Not one to think about anything intelligently, the couple proceed to the mansion. Welcomed by a door opening on its lonesome has the couple enter in trepidation. Oya insists on leaving but she’s a woman so Melih knows what’s best and tells her to calm down. Oh Melih… you idiot. Not seeing a soul in the giant home but finding a table set for two, Melih pulls out his gun and has a look around. Finally, some weirdo who looks like somebody sketched John Holmes from memory shows up and speaks with an echoing voice about how happy he is there’s guests in his late master’s home. An awkward dinner follows where the creepy-as-all-hell host either rambles on or ignores them as he bugs his eyes out and does everything in his power to show these two strangers that he’s not to be trusted. Oya excuses herself to the bathroom and the host meets up with her and asks her to come with him, he has something he wants to show her. Oh Oya, you may be gorgeous but you sure are dim. Off they go as Melih looks around and smokes. Strange chanting and odd behavior of the poor-man’s John Holmes (Hasan, is his name) have Oya regretting her choices. Hasan shows her a portrait of Mr. Adem’s deceased (murdered) wife who she kind of resembles I guess and proceeds to lose his composure over her being dead. Oya rightfully runs off and into Milah’s arms as Hasan continues to sob… loudly. Not wanting to turn down a free place to stay, Oya and Milah just call it a night and jump into beds… in separate rooms. To the surprise of absolutely nobody, they both end up dead by the possible ghost of Mr. Adem. He shows up looking like Abe Vigoda in a stuffed raincoat, laughing his ass off and being impervious to bullets. It’s not all that scary but it sure is odd. More women are around and puffy Abe Vigoda keeps popping in to freak them out and take their lives. While this happens, some guy with a mustache seems to get ill when people die. A pretty young teacher arrives in the area and is dropped off at the mansion by the cranky coachman. As she heads towards the mansion, she meets a local hunter named Kerem and they seem to hit it off but she’s got a creepy mansion to get into so Sema walks on after a brief introduction. The same shit plays out as Hasan pops up to be needlessly off-putting and make sure nobody is comfortable in his immediate vicinity. Sema goes for a walk and runs into the hunter who lets her know that a ghost supposedly appears on the fifteenth day of the month and kills young women… there’s like twenty dead chickadees to prove it. Sema goes off with Hasan eventually and… wait, weren’t we just here? Sema just kinda shrugs and walks off while Hasan has his shit-fit. Luckily, no undying ghost kills her that night. Instead she talks to mustache-man who flips out about the town. How do they know each other? Fuck if I know. I thought he was the hunter for a second but we see him in the next scene talking to an old guy about how relaxing hunting is. Also, his mustache is different. Abe Vighosta (I’m really proud of that one) shows up to terrorize Sema but she manages to escape thanks to the convenient reveal of whatever holy symbol she’s wearing around her neck as the ghost carries her off… laughing all the way. Seriously my guy, shut the fuck up. Screams, laughter, thunder, more laughter, louder laughter and Also sprach Zarathustra blares over the soundtrack. Eventually everything gets explained and there’s much more echoing laughter. Exceptionally eerie Turkish outing was thought lost for decades but randomly found and rescued from obscurity. Gotta love that shit like this is still being unearthed. It may be cheapjack and a few shades less than coherent but there’s some lovable stupidity on display and the women are easy on the eyes. An odd, odd mess of a gothic horror film that feels like something Jess Franco would have made if he was somewhat less talented and way less horny.
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