Author and family take on caretaker job at isolated mountain hotel for winter months. Father, mother, and psychic son are totally alone, snowed in, in a hotel full of malicious spirits. Psychic child has many encounters with ghosts as the father is slowly driven mad by violent haunts. Terror ensues.
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Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Oh I've never watched this but I love horror so now I have to! Excellent review!