Sealed behind the masonry is a cask of amontillado, underneath the floorboards beats a tell-tale heart, and all around the room glides the masque of Red Death. Edgar Allan Poe’s wormwood-soaked brain will be seeping through the rooms and hallways built in a South Philadelphia warehouse space as the master of the macabre’s greatest hits come to life for the 200th anniversary of his birth. Brat Productions’ theater piece is as immersive as the House of Usher, using a cast of actors with music, video and puppetry to build a suspenseful creep. Just how puppets can be suspenseful, we’ll just have to see. All this can only be possible where “Darkness and Decay hold illimitable dominion over all.” What you got, Baltimore? Whether trapped with an unidentified murderer in a locked Rue Morgue, or gazing at the sepulcher of your pallid Lenore: quoth the Raven, “Holla!” - Peter Crimmins