Lester is a meticulous serial killer who preys on rich widows in order to cover his huge gambling debts, and faces a crisis when a copycat killer starts duplicating his crimes, but intentionally leaving behind evidence that leads back to Lester. This gory Lucio Fulci film has a handful of bloody killings, but the story is pretty stupid. The identity of the copycat is never really in question and we're subjected to several scenes of Lester seducing disgusting/old/hairy/disfigured widows.

One of the worst I have seen by the director