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
As the night deepened, the gothic charm curdled. The wind didn't just howl; it whispered names through the floorboards. Shadows stretched into elongated fingers, reaching for the flickering candlelight. One by one, the "accidental" guests began to realize that the fog wasn't keeping them in—it was keeping something else out. Or perhaps, it was simply waiting for the graveyard to wake up. Das Haus im Nebel (1972).mp4
The road did not end so much as it dissolved. Elsa gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white against the leather, as the world beyond her windshield turned into a wall of grey wool. The headlights were useless, their beams bouncing back from the thick, unnatural fog that swallowed the Spanish countryside. In the house in the mist, the living