Back in 1987, just after squalid, hedonistic thrill seeker Frank Cotton was done farting around with an ornate puzzle box he’d bought from a bazaar
Back in 1987, just after squalid, hedonistic thrill seeker Frank Cotton was done farting around with an ornate puzzle box he’d bought from a bazaar
Finding itself in a fairly well viewed rotation of 80’s horror crap that would find itself regularly getting played on the old VHS, Anthony Hickox’s