
The Ghoulish Plot: a doctor moves his family to a small town in Maine. Because it’s a Stephen King story, it’s always Maine. The dude LOVES Maine and shows that love by setting every spooky-ass story about ghosts and demons and intergalactic killer clowns in Maine. Maybe that’s how he keeps it beautiful and the lines short for brunch?
But anyway: the doctor and his young family get to Maine and move into their big rural farmhouse with a guy across the street who looks weirdly like Herman Munster, except he lives alone and drinks and smokes like people did in the 80s. Their house is also on a rural road that is unfortunately busy with semi traffic from a nearby company, with trucks hauling ass at all hours of the night and laying waste to anything that dares to cross without looking both ways.
They also find a path up to a remote and creepy cemetery that their new neighbor informs them is the “Pet Cemetery,” except spelled with an “S” because the sign was made by kids and kids are stupid/cute.
Before long, while the family is away, the family cat wanders into the street and gets kerblooeyed by a truck. The doc’s new neighbor shows him the way up to another level of the pet cemetery on old Indian burial grounds, where he buries his cat. The next morning, he discovers that the cat has returned…but is an even meaner and shittier version of the cat. Which, for cat owners, automatically means you assume they’re going to spend up to 99% of their day barfing on your stuff.
One afternoon while the family is outside enjoying a sunny day, their young toddler son runs into the road and meets the same fate as the cat. Despondent and angry, the doctor decides to do the unthinkable and bury him in the same cemetery as the cat, despite warnings from his neighbor that people that go in the ground are not the same ones that come back. Gosh, I wonder what will happen?
I saw this one when I was a kid, and I remember it spooking me but now as a middle-aged adult it’s mostly hilarious. Although now that I’ve been around toddlers, the thought of a toddler loose with a scalpel in the house is potentially the most terrifying thing I could imagine.
The Scariest Part of the Movie: that they don’t immediately put up a goddamn fence after they move in. JUST BUILD A FENCE, DUMMY.
Spookiness Factor: the movie looks autumn-y and good for Halloween, the gore is good and the sister Zelda still made me jump at a specific section.
Rating: 6 out of 10 Nerds








