If you like classic literature, you would surely enjoy a night at the Morris-Butler House watching the progressive mystery From Dark Pages.

As you approach the downtown Indianapolis Victorian house in the dark, you might be met by the sound of bagpipes, which are super eerie in that setting. I'd only had two exposures to the pipes before this: the Gordon Pipers with their adorable dogs during 500 Festival events and a guy I ended up with for a blind date in high school. He played the bagpipes (I had a thing about musicians and I suppose even pipers have groupies) and subjected me to cassettes of himself playing throughout the entire date. He didn't even have any other cassettes in the car. Yup. No second date, thank you. I digress..back to the play.

We went down a dark, narrow staircase to enter the house on the bottom level, then sat in a small hearth room listening to old timey music and taking note of anything that might be a clue to the evening ahead.

Eventually H.G. Wells appeared, told us about the time machine he'd constructed and led us to it so that we could travel back in time and help solve a crime. Over the course of the next hour, we were led on a tour of the house as we tagged along with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle  and met with a variety of other authors and literary figures. We were all searching for the legendary Jack the Ripper, folks. The Ripper's identity was unknown but there were plenty of likely suspects in the house. I won't reveal any additional details, since half the fun is piecing together the clues; but, I'll say it was a fun, different kind of Halloween spookiness. I gave up waiting on the Spinal Tap musical "Saucy Jack," so this might be the closest you'll come to truly solving the Whitechapel killings. You might even jump a time or two.