Marasco crafts a slow, smoldering masterpiece of domestic dread, following a family who rents a grand, decaying estate for the summer—only to find the house feeding on them in ways they can’t explain. Each room feels hungry, each strange request from the reclusive owners more unsettling, and the mansion itself begins to bloom with terrible new life as the family unravels. The terror is quiet, inexorable, and deeply psychological, building toward one of the most chilling finales in 70s horror. A claustrophobic, beautifully controlled nightmare.
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