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A small group of youngish geologists (and one dink’s kid brother) shelter in an old rundown hotel when landslides wash out the road. Naturally, this house has a bad past and the pissed-off spirits of the dead are still hanging around. The dumbasses get themselves knocked off by ghosts, ignoring the premonitions of group psychic Carla (she’s been diagnosed as a medium by doctors, don’t cha know). The lunatic landlord and his dumbass children took out a few innocent lodgers back in the sixties and hid their victims decapitated heads somewhere on the property and now our young heroes are meeting similar fates. The little kid gets his head lopped off in a supernatural dryer incident (Yes. You read that correctly) and a clawed Buddhist monk runs around the property, sometimes hauling ass in an electric wheelchair (Yes. You also read that correctly). It’s a ridiculously fun time from an era of Italian horror that remains unfairly maligned.
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