After already taking out a previous group of investigators twenty years prior, a house that's notorious for knocking people off manages to lure four more paranormal investigators into it's intricately molded hallways in the hopes of adding to it's kill count before the group figures out it's mysteries and finally puts it to rest.

A film crew head to an old house with a dubious past in the hopes of adding some ambiance to their horror movie. While there, they read a few passages from a suspicious looking book and.... Well, if you're at all familiar with these types of movies, than you can probably guess how well that decision turns out for them.

This time the Gingerdead Man somehow manages to bust out of prison (again, wait, didn't he just die...) go back in time to the 1970's, and torment a bunch of idiots at a roller rink, all while spoofing a bunch of other, better films and TV shows in the process. Sadly, it is...not as fun as it might sound.

Full Moon Entertainment gets their self awareness on in this follow-up, when The Gingerdead man is (somehow) unleashed (wait, wasn't he dead...) on an unsuspecting cheap, B-movie studio, to torment the underpaid and overworked staff, all so he can transfer his soul into some unsuspecting dimwit.

A killer comes back from the dead to torment the family that condemned him to death by....transferring his soul into a pastry? Yeah. Great idea, my dude. I'm sure that'll work out great for ya.

An angry dude hangs out at an abandoned hospital and kills any and all intruders with sharp objects and lame dad jokes. No really, that's the movie.

Hey, look! Tim Burton came back to redo his short from the 80's! You know, that one that I'm sure a lot of kids thought was some sort of fever dream.

A decent Americanization of an already good Swedish movie.

One of the rare occurrences where a director decides to remake their own film.

Jill is at a babysitting gig in the middle of nowhere Colorado when she starts getting increasingly disturbing phone calls. The police tell her they can't do anything other than track the call which—you guessed it—ends up coming from inside the house. This is the film that answers the question: What would happen if we took that awesome, near flawless opening from the same 1979 film starring Carol Kane, and turned it into a feature-length film? Does it work? Well, a little yes, and a little no. Because as it turns out, stretching out the tension exhibited in the 1979 original's killer opening is actually hella hard.