I'm not sure what it was about this movie. I watched it. From beginning to End. And I really couldn't tell you what happened. The story was so....devoid of story. And by the time it ended, I didn't care anymore.

Photographer John and his fine artist good lady move to a big house in the country. They have a dog, and he has a dark room. Do they still use dark rooms in 2017? The house is atmospheric, creepy, and she sees a ghost. He is behaving strangely. Is it the house, or is it one of them? It's the house; with some reluctance the local clergyman tells her what happened to the previous occupants. By this time she is pregnant. At some point we fast forward seven months.

What will happen? Obviously bad things. The ending is probably not what you would have thought, but with such a minimal plot, confusion of dream sequences with reality, and not much else, this film deserves the bad reviews it has received. The acting isn't that bad, but there really is no substance to it.

So 2 hippies move into a mansion with their dog, because apparently in the 60's it is cheaper to live in a castle than in a house. Next we find out that the building is haunted, what a surprise. Then some boring things happen, a priest appears (who could of guessed that) and like in the standard haunted house format the dog dies.

It's not a terrible movie nor is it actually any good either. It's pretty much what one would expect from a haunted house movie even having the mandatory "Based on true events" joke in there.