An attractive young girl down on her luck is saved from skid row by one of those offers that validate the saying if it looks too good to be true, it is. Certainly most of the time, and absolutely certainly in this case. She is lured out into the middle of nowheresville to housesit and apparently to await the arrival of an elderly man to whom she will presumably act nanny. Except that other people turn up first, including our mystery psychopathic killer, a reincarnation of Leatherface, Michael Myers, or somewhere in between.

Needless to say, she is not the first intended victim, at least two girls have been despatched before she arrives, one of them graphically. The psycho in the mask is not the only sicko on the loose, he has actually been brought in to provide the entertainment for the real villain, the type who never gets his own hands dirty.

What more do you need to know? Well, the year before this was released, our damsel Natasha Blasick gave an interview in which she claimed to have had sex with a ghost. This one is not so much supernatural sex as necrophilia; its one saving grace is a superior soundtrack, one which deserved to be married to a film worth watching.