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In the house in the mist, the living were merely guests, and the dead were very, very hungry for company. The Murder Mansion (1972) - IMDb
She didn't choose the house; the mist chose it for her. It sat adjacent to an ancient, crumbling cemetery where the headstones leaned at impossible angles, as if trying to crawl away from the manor. Inside, the air tasted of wet earth and extinguished candles. She wasn't alone. Other stranded travelers huddled in the grand hall—a young couple looking for adventure, a mysterious porter, and a man whose smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
Then, the silhouette appeared: a jagged outline of gables and stone chimneys looming like a rotted tooth against the sky.
In the house in the mist, the living were merely guests, and the dead were very, very hungry for company. The Murder Mansion (1972) - IMDb
She didn't choose the house; the mist chose it for her. It sat adjacent to an ancient, crumbling cemetery where the headstones leaned at impossible angles, as if trying to crawl away from the manor. Inside, the air tasted of wet earth and extinguished candles. She wasn't alone. Other stranded travelers huddled in the grand hall—a young couple looking for adventure, a mysterious porter, and a man whose smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
Then, the silhouette appeared: a jagged outline of gables and stone chimneys looming like a rotted tooth against the sky.