Night of Terror
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MatureComplete Fri, Dec 1, 20171h 24m
A house with a dark past that destroys every life that enters it left dormant for too long.... An unsuspecting family that's already on the verge of fracturing... Will any of them make it out alive?
Sarah never wanted to move to the small town, Autumndale, Maine. It means leaving behind her friends, her band, and her boyfriend Ric just so her bitter, pill-popping mother, Pricilla, can hang onto her boyfriend Roberto.
Their new house sits in abandoned ruined on the edge of town, forgotten by time but not by the locals that remember its' grisly, bloody past.
When Sarah and her older brother Cayne find a mysterious box in the attic they will unknowingly awaken the house - and the dark spirit it holds inside. The house has been patiently waiting; it's hungry for blood and its' searching for the perfect vessel to carry out its' murderous acts.
When a series of strange events begin to occur and Cayne disappears, Sarah will have to dig into the house's dark history and figure out a way to stop it once and for all.
Will Sarah be able to stop the dark spirit? Or will she become yet another victim of Morreau house?
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