Goth-gal Angela (Mimi Kinkade) invites a gaggle of horn’d up teens to spend Halloween at a bedeviled funeral home where their night’s amusements include anxious exploration of each other’s no-no zones and, just for giggles, conjuring up the devil. A particularly daring pair even punches their tickets to H-E-L-L by copulating in a coffin! CineSchlocker idol and sexpot scream queen Linnea Quigley goes from quizzing Quickie Mart clerks about their "sour balls" to becoming chock full of demons who make her cram a tube of lipstick into her bare bosom (!?!) and gouge out her beau-of-the-moment’s peepers mid-diddle. Some shindig, eh? You betcha, thanks to the grue slingin’ of Steve Johnson (the future former Mr. Quigley) and a remarkably perverse approach to the otherwise exhausted haunted house formula. No wonder Angela kept the satanic soiree going for two more sequels!
Four breasts. Eight corpses. Spirit cam. Wild driving. Fireside interpretative dance. Sapphic soul kiss. Demonic door slamming. Ol’ razorblades in the apple gag. Tongue tumbles. Ledge dangling. Piezest arm. Flamethrowing (with immolation stunts). Stooge makes his intentions known: "EAT A BOWL OF F@#&!!! I’M HERE TO PARRTTTYYYYY!!!"
