Recently, I stumbled into a forgotten “horror” film that didn’t scare me the way it should have. It scared me in a way I didn’t expect. It’s scary, but not in the way you might think.
It is not for the faint of heart. It’s completely twisted. Afterwards, I was left thinking that I would never be the same.
One word … strange.
Spoiler alert
In this horrific tale of murder, madness, and perverse passion. A New Orleans wife and mother carries on a torrid affair behind her family’s back. But when a violent accident leaves her lover dead, the woman returns from a mental institution determined to pursue her forbidden desires. Has she found a ghastly new way to satisfy her lust or is sexual depravity all in the head?
This woman loses her son, her lover, and her mind. She somehow manages to keep her lover’s head in the freezer and proceeds to carry on an affair with it … him. With “it” (not like you think). There is a blind man, and he figures it out. Her daughter is a psychopath who has killed before. An ear in the soup. The ending is just as confusing as the beginning.
E.G. Anderson Fear Journal 
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