The Slayer (1982)

I don't know.  Some chick with a really bad perm--Barbra Streisand bad--has dreamt of a monster for so long, that she believes it's becoming real.  A prolific artist, she also dreams of a house and decides to paint it.  The woman, her film director husband, and their two friends decide to vacation on a remote island (Georgia's Tybee) and lo!  What does the woman see?  Exactly--the house.

The House on Sorority Row (1983)

Question: Is there anything more fun than watching four squeamish sorority girls try to dispose of a dead body?  I can't think of anything--unless you consider old ladies falling in the street fun, which I certainly do.  The body in question is Mrs. Slater, creepy housemother and all-around whackjob, the victim of a cruel prank involving a gun thought to be loaded with blanks.  Before you can say "Canadian tax shelter," the girls are picked off one by one.  Did Mrs. Slater survive?  Or is someone else behind the murders?  Insignificant questions, really, since you'd basically have to be an idiot not to spot the killer five minutes in.

Home Sweet Home (1981)

I only watched the first twenty minutes of this piece of shit, so instead of a review, I thought I'd post the video to "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley.  Seriously, I'd rather rickroll you than torture you with details of how Jake "Body by Jake" Steinfeld (!) plays an escaped lunatic who terrorizes a house full of total circus freaks.  Grade-Z, bottom-of-the-barrel, bad, bad, bad.  Not even worth it for the boy in mime makeup who torments people with his guitar or the girl fond of singing Spanish songs off key.