In a steel room built for revenge they die burning... in chains. Most horror killers like to slash and slice their victims but little Donny prefers setting them alight in Don't Go in the House, a sleazy reminder of just how shocking horror movies could get in the video nasty era. Donny is a disturbed kid... a mother's boy if you will. That is until mother expires and Donny's world crumbles in on itself. Now, lonely, adrift and enslaved to dark voices in his head, Donny seeks female companionship but drinks and dancing are the last thing on his mind. Mother's telling him he's a bad boy and the voices won't let him rest. Maybe if he just gets a girl home and into his steel lined burning chamber, the chatter might quiet down... Now see Don't Go in the House complete and uncut and revel in the surreal sleaze, low rent Hitchcock melodrama, off Broadway acting and extreme, heat-seared violence of an independent horror classic that still retains its ability to drop jaws, rattle cages and offend sensibilities over thirty years later.