Wow. This doesn't just escalate fast, it keeps on escalating. Very, eh, eighties? I mean, having a horny, murdering beastman living under a house with people making a profit on his slayings, is probably one of the most credible elements this story has to offer. The plot feels like something cobbled together, there's stuff happening that makes your head spin and the characters made little or no sense. 

Not to me anyway. Donna, for instance. Scared to death of her violent, child molesting ex-husband, who immediately goes after her after being released from jail. Had years and years to prepare, but manages to put everybody in jeopardy with every move she makes. 

On the run with her 12-year-old daughter, also a victim of that maniac, yet she finds the time to do the oinky boinky with the first guy she meets. Well, OK, second guy. Axel was first, but he's a retard. Or slow. I don't know. But still. What a twat. And she's the main protagonist. 

Individual scenes work very well, though. Take Lilly's diary. Why anybody would want to put that in writing, beats me, but the content; oh my. Made my eyes pop out of my sockets. Same goes for Roy, the maniac. Why he does what he does, hell if I know, but what he does; pretty disturbing. 

So yeah, mixed feelings. The house, the beast, the other beast; when it comes to horror, it's all good, but the way Laymon stitched those parts together, didn't really work for me. As if he didn't find the right tone to get away with it. For a long time that is. I did get more comfortable with the madness during the final stretch. Sandy's reaction, that's the daughter, to what should be done about her maniac dad; priceless.