Much like the sixth Blackwell Ghost movie this has no scares. Not only that but the coincidences are too much, they don't contribute to flow. It's more like they obviously push. This is more of a crime story than a horror story, and only a so-so one at that. Turner Clay is still interesting to watch as a person and as a daddy and widower, but none of the elements in this flick are compelling, they are only interesting, and only a little. Since Turner lost his wife to cancer he still looks for her to try to get in touch because he's a firm believer in ghosts now that he's encountered them in his quest to prove their existence. He goes back down to Florida when he buys the Lightfoot house. The banging and usual ghostly activities feel contrived and do not feel scary. Instead we get a live serial killer human. Turner and his cop friends swallow every note from this killer character without any kind of evidence to back them up.
Review of The Blackwell Ghost 7
