Once upon a midnight dreary, while we pondered, weak and weary, lame Halloweens of yore, suddenly, there came a tapping: News of a haunted house at our chamber door.

Just the thing for bleak October, Edgar Allan Poe unleashes ghosts upon the floor.
Eagerly you’ll wish the morrow, when macabre characters spark fear and sorrow, like William Wilson, Annabel Lee, and lost Lenore.

With thirteen chambers, the rustling of each curtain thrills you with fantastic terrors never felt before. To still the beating of your heart, you’ll stand repeating “Video installations and trick lighting are so unsettling, and I’ve never seen a terrarium of 1,000 cockroaches before.”

Hesitate, then, no longer dawdling behind your apartment door. Thirty-two actors have spent months scheming to taunt your brain and keep you screaming. And ensure that Halloween blows nevermore.