When a group of American teens decide to investigate the rumour that the local mortician's house is haunted, it results in a few shocking discoveries that I won't spoil here, suffice to say that Quaid's clean-cut nice-guy widower is a little mor unhinged than people give him credit for.
The film plays with the well-worn typical American horror staple of 'teens know the truth, nobody believes them, the psycho is out to get them'. In some ways, it handles this well - several sequences are enjoyably tense and entertaining. However, unfortunately many rely on the kind of ridiculously bad decision-making, 'don't go in there!' moments and stupid authorities that had become cliched over a decade ago. Quaid plays his crazy with an extra hock of ham, while the teens play it dead serious, and as a result his crazed killer, compulsively smoking his electronic cigarette, lights up the film whenever he appears. However with a plot that's rife with cliches, not especially inventive sequences, and an ending that's ridiculous and borrows heavily from several other movies, this is a weak entry that falls under 'just good fun' rather than 'terrific'.