The House That Dripped Blood (1971)

This is one of the many Amicus portmanteau horror films thatn were about in the late sixties and early seventies. It's quite amazing to think thesedays that these films had an X certificate back then. This one in particular is pretty tame, having no nudity or violence, at least visual violence. Irrespective of the title, there's not even any blood on view. There a four stories linked by the framing device of a policeman investigating the disappearance of a famous actor who rented the titular house and hears stories about the previous occupants. The first features Denholm Elliott as a writer whose creation seems to be coming to life. Next up Peter Cushing is transfixed by a waxwork figure in the local Chamvber of Horrors. Christopher Lee appears in the next as a widower who is afraid of his little daughter and it finishes off with Jon Pertwee as the disappeared actor who unwittingly buys a real vampires cloak which turns the wearer into one of the befanged fiends. The twists have been marred by countless rewatches but it is still a fun film, and with such a cast list, which also includes Ingrid Pitt, Geoffrey Bayldon and Nyree Dawn Porter, it can't be anything else.