| Michael Berry | ... | Jodie Lee Thompson | |
| Emby Mellay | ... | Melissa Strickland | |
| Lee Amber | ... | Luther Strickland | |
| Yvonne Winslow | ... | Molly Strickland | |
| Jeanne Gerson | ... | Lucinda Strickland | |
| Robert Easton | ... | Mr. Keitel | |
| Lew Horn | ... | Deputy John Mason | |
| Sharon Crabtree | ... | Young Lucinda | |
| John J. Fox | ... | Attendant | |
| Hal K. Dawson | ... | Mr. Gentry | |
| Frank Jansen | ... | Frank Larsen | |
| Ellen Bailey | ... | Sarah Strickland |
Directed by | |||
| Don Henderson | |||
Writing credits | ||
| James E. McLarty | (screenplay) | |
Produced by | |||
| George E. Carey | .... | producer | |
Original Music by | |||
| Robert O. Ragland | |||
Cinematography by | |||
| Jordan Cronenweth | (director of photography) (as Jordan S. Cronenweth) | ||
Film Editing by | |||
| Dick Elliott | |||
Makeup Department | |||
| Joe Blasco | .... | makeup creator | |
| Valerie O'Tuohy | .... | makeup assistant | |
| Ron West | .... | hairdresser | |
Production Management | |||
| Gordon E. Gadette | .... | in charge of production | |
Second Unit Director or Assistant Director | |||
| Ron Sawade | .... | assistant director | |
Art Department | |||
| Emil Grieco | .... | set constructor | |
| Kevin G. Tracey | .... | property master | |
Sound Department | |||
| Ken Carlson | .... | production sound | |
| Doug Rigney | .... | production sound | |
Special Effects by | |||
| Steve Karkus | .... | special effects | |
Camera and Electrical Department | |||
| Bob Elliot | .... | key grip | |
| Michael A. Jones | .... | lighting gaffer (as Mike Jones) | |
| Nick McLean | .... | assistant camera | |
| Robert Vose | .... | still photographer | |
| Donald M. Wolak | .... | best boy (as Donald Wolak) | |
Editorial Department | |||
| Stanford C. Allen | .... | assistant editor | |
Music Department | |||
| Robert O. Ragland | .... | conductor | |
Other crew | |||
| Abel Baca | .... | production assistant | |
| Ellen Bailey | .... | associate director | |
| Susan Nicoletti | .... | production secretary | |
| Lon Ravitz | .... | production assistant | |
| Pamela Walshe | .... | script supervisor | |
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A young man named Jody drives across country and decides to stop and have lunch in a small town where, he's been told, a "chromichidal maniac" is on the loose. He meets a young pretty girl named Melissa, falls instantly love and follows her home for dinner. Dinner turns into a weekend and we slowly (very slowly) learn that Melissa is no ordinary seventeen year old girl. She's a 120 year old witch who sold her soul to Satan, and the incredibly wrinkled woman she claims is her great grandmother is actually her little sister...and a "chromichidal maniac" to boot. Seems Melissa sold her soul to save the weird old chick from being burned at the stake by an angry mob 120 years earlier. Now, it seems, nothing can save Melissa from the curse...except perhaps for Jody's love. Will he sell his own soul to save her? Who cares?
This 70s effort is filled with bad acting, a terrible script and a story that doesn't make a whole lot of sense. The flashbacks to the 1850s still manage to look like the 1970s and the angry mob is more of a slightly irritated gathering. Everyone looks stoned and delivers their lines in half hearted monotones, eyes glazed and faces expressionless. And Jody has got to be the stupidest kid yet to appear on screen. He hangs around even though he's clearly not wanted and continues to hang around even after things begin to get menacing. Not even the sight of Gramma-Sister eviscerating a cop with a scythe can scare him away for long. No, he's too much in love with Melissa, a drab farmgirl with minimal beauty whose claims of Witchy-ness cannot penetrate Jody's thick skull and sound any sort of alarm bells. And who the hell are those people that Melissa is living with? They're not her parents, but they're in on the Dreadful Truth, so what gives? This is just one of the many glaring plot holes that litter this lackluster film. Not even the horrific murders and the fiery finale could keep me from nodding off. This movie just kind of plods along like a cinematic sedative until it finally peters out and ends with no fanfare whatsoever.
Guaranteed to cure insomnia.