After buying the least attractive property since the Bates Motel was left tenantless, professional sceptic Roberts spends the next hour dismissing various B-movie spooky events as freak accidents until forced to admit there's a gateway to hell under the cellar. A guy in a Creature from the Black Lagoon suit lurches through the gate waving his fins about, and the house collapses. A plummeting lift, seances, a spontaneous combustion set-piece and prophetic-of-doom photos are timed to keep us engaged, but never coalesce into a joined-up plot. To pad things out characters argue over story-lines from previous Amityville movies, while for 3-D purposes, wasps, furniture and minor players are hurled in our direction at varying intervals. There's a nice irreverent bit by a teenage Meg Ryan.