Witchery 1988

On a storm-swept island off the coast of Massachusetts, the quietly curious Leslie Leslie Cumming and her photographer partner Gary David Hasselhoff arrive to study a derelict hotel that the locals insist is haunted by a witch. Their quiet project quickly collides with a larger, more troubling scene: a greedy family pressure-testing the place as a potential private club. Rose Brooks [Annie Ross], the matriarch, leads the group that includes her husband Freddie Brooks [Robert Champagne], their young son Tommy Brooks [Michael Manchester], and Jane Brooks [Linda Blair], Rose’s pregnant stepdaughter. They’re joined by Linda Sullivan [Catherine Hickland], a bright young architect hired to estimate renovations, and Jerry Giordano [Rick Farnsworth], the real estate man who hopes to close a deal.

A fierce storm traps everyone on the island, severing any chance of retreat or quick rescue. As the sea churns and the building groans, the atmosphere thickens with dread. The locals’ whispers about the Lady in Black—the witch who once walked the fame-line as a movie star and now wages a grim ritual—grow louder and more concrete. The group finds themselves cut off not just by weather but by an unseen force that seems to mirror their own flaws back at them: greed, lust, and vanity.

The Lady in Black begins to enact a brutal, calculated ritual that centers on four symbolic elements: greed, lust, a pregnant woman, and the defiling of a virgin. As the night deepens, the attackers become victims in a series of shocking, ritualized deaths. Rose is burned alive, a devastating opening of the carnage. Linda Sullivan and Jerry Giordano are seized while they are intimate, then subjected to torture and crucifixion, their bodies offering a stark indictment of the hotel’s cursed legacy. Freddie and Gary fall next, their lives extinguished in short, brutal sequences that underscore the witch’s merciless reach. Leslie, meanwhile, endures a nightmare within a nightmare as a demon forces itself upon her during a satanic ceremony.

Jane Brooks becomes the vessel through which the witch’s hold tightens, and she ascends to a terrifying possession that pits her against Leslie and Tommy. In a desperate moment, Jane presses toward Tommy, and the struggle culminates when she tries to choke her little brother. The room fills with a jarring sound as Tommy’s tape recorder— a gift he had written for his sister—drops from her grasp and begins to play a message of love he once recorded for her. The revelation and emotional confession offer a fragile counter to the witch’s control, and for a breath, Jane seems to waver. Driven to stop the darkness, she heaves herself from a window, choosing death over allowing the demon to reclaim her body.

The storm finally yields to a fragile dawn, and Leslie awakens in a hospital bed, the sterile light contrasting with the nightmarish memories. A chilling truth lands with the domestic quiet: she has been impregnated during the ceremony, a haunting reminder that the island’s horrors may outlive all the survivors. Tommy, the last remaining witness to the carnage, remains by her side as a fragile beacon of human resilience.

Throughout the ordeal, the hotel’s shadowed corridors and ruined rooms serve as a stark, aching backdrop for human weakness and endurance. The tale probes how fear can magnify desire, how ritualistic cruelty can sanctify malevolent intent, and how some legacies, once begun, refuse to die quietly. In the end, Leslie confronts a truth colder than the sea and more intimate than a single night’s horror: even after the violence ends, the cost of surviving a witch’s ritual can be a life altered in the deepest, most unexpected ways.