Roy Scheider (billed with the middle initial R.) and Candace Hilligoss (post-"Carnival of Souls") are the only drawing cards of this cheap, somewhat atmospheric, but slow and sloggy thriller. A wealthy patriarch in 1892 New England promises in his will that horrifying deaths will befall his weak and selfish relatives if they fail to abide by his postmortem wishes. Camera-work and photography adequate, but this is strictly a fill-in-the-blanks screamer. Scheider, young and green, cannot belie his lack of faith in this material, reading his lines in a stilted monotone; he has one of those funny, "mad scientist"-styled speeches at the finish line which nearly renders the movie an unintentional comedy. So, does the corpse rise from the coffin? Initially, it appears to--complete with hat, cape, and cane in hand!--but what follows is pretty tired, even for the bargain-basement horror genre. NO STARS from ****