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Dr. Terror's House of Horrors is a 1965 British horror film from Amicus Productions, directed by veteran horror film director Freddie Francis and starring Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee.
It was the first in a series of portmanteau films from Amicus and was followed by Torture Garden (1967), The House That Dripped Blood (1970), Asylum (1972), Tales from the Crypt (1972), The Vault of Horror (film) (1973), From Beyond the Grave (1973) and Tales That Witness Madness (1974). "Dr. Terror's House of Horrors" was also the title of a 1943 independent film that featured an eponymous character relating stories of the supernatural, which were made of stock footage from such films as Carl Dreyer's Vampyr, White Zombie and the serial The Return of Chandu. Outside of the title and the multi-story format, it has no relation to the Amicus film.
irst lines] rrator: This is a strange story - a story unlike anything you have ever heard. It is a story of madness - of cruel and unforgettable death - fantastic, unreal and horrible! Through the ages, man has beheld the fear of death. From the moment life enters the human body until the last earthly flicker of his soul, fear holds him in its icy grip - the hopes, the future; yes, his very life. There have been many tales of fear - legends of Frankenstein, of Dracula, of monsters and werewolves. But in all history, no one person has seen or witnessed more of the many strange deaths of humans than a man we shall call - Doctor Terror! ranscribed from script on deposit with the New York State Archives]
ctor Terror: [introducing first casebook entry, "The Vampire Witch of Charz"] In the forbidding vastnesses of the Carpathian Mountains was born the fearful legend of that fierce and unholy woman Marguerite Chopin, the last of the vampire-witches, who lived beyond death. In the wild depths of these loathsome forests lie the ghostly ruins of an age almost forgotten, when, the villagers will tell you, the vampires - the living dead - roam at night, slowly killing many, driving others of the village to madness. Slaves to superstition, they live in constant fear of a return of the vampires. History has recorded many eyewitnesses to the ghastly orgies of human vampires who, returned from the dead, lurked in the shadows of ancient buildings to prey on their victims. So in this land, every man, woman and child lives in terror of the fiendish vampires. Beat the rugs! Wash them! Soak them in the mill-race where the cool mountain water will cleanse them of the evil spirit of the Devil. Prepare huge rafts to hold the population of the village, for, they will tell you, a human vampire will not cross or touch water! Ghastly flags, soaked in the blood of the last victim, are paraded at ceremonial gatherings to frighten and dispel the sirits of the vampires long dead. I saw hundreds in each village drinking and dancing like wild savages from the South Seas! Could this be the modern world where civilization has given countless benefits? Yes! But here is fear - fear of the horrible, of death never ending, fear of the Devil himself flowing into the body of some villager long dead and returning to destroy the living - perhaps a hundred souls this very night! So these people prepare for the vampires which they know one day will return! This is a story of a whole village under the fateful spell of a vampire woman - the story of the demon Marguerite Chopin. I'll never forget *this* case! It happened in the village the month I was there; it was her *eyes* that I'll never forget! [transcribed from script on deposit with the New York State Archives]
Five strangers board a train and are joined by a mysterious fortune teller who offers to read their Tarot cards. Five separate stories unfold: An architect returns to his ancestoral home to find a werewolf out for revenge; a doctor discovers his new wife is a vampire; a huge plant takes over a house; a musician gets involved with voodoo; an art critic is pursued by a disembodied hand. Written by Col Needham







