Film

The Haunted House of Horror

Name: The Haunted House of Horror
Genre: Horror, Thriller
Released: 1969
Cast: Frankie Avalon, Jill Haworth, Dennis Price, Mark Wynter, George Sewell

A 1969 slasher where teenagers dare each other into a creepy mansion and start dying one by one. It's a proto–*Friday the 13th* with a distinctly British sensibility—less gore than atmosphere, more mystery than jump scares. For anyone curious about horror's evolution or who loves spotting the DNA of modern killers-in-cabins films in their awkward teenage form.

TMDb rating

2.5

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