Director: Steve Miner
Year Released: 1986
Rating: 1.0

A Vietnam Vet and writer (William Katt) goes to live in the home his aunt killed herself in (and he grew up in), but as it turns out the joint is haunted and contains flying skeleton fish, a slimy creature in the closet and a disembodied hand. I'm guessing Miner and writers Ethan Wiley and Fred Dekker meant to make this some kind of allegory for the effects of post-traumatic stress disorder, but the presentation is cheap and the attempts at comedy (George Wendt plays Katt's busy-body neighbor, Martin Moll's dead Vet returns as a talking corpse) are out of place and, considering the severity of PTSD, a little insensitive. Peter Jackson had to have seen this, thought "I could do better" and did: enter Dead Alive six years later....