Carnival of Souls (1962)
The lone survivor of a car crash takes an organist's job in a strange town, but a pale-faced man keeps appearing at the edge of her vision and an abandoned lakeside pavilion keeps pulling her back. Shot for pocket change by an industrial-film director, it drifts along on dread, church-organ drones and the logic of a nightmare.
A regional one-off that outlived its makers’ careers and quietly seeded everything from Night of the Living Dead to Lost Highway.
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