As October’s autumnal veil drapes Salem in a morphic mist, the month moves on toward Halloween, or Samhain Eve. And if you can find your way to Lynde Street, the Gallows Hill Theatre awaits you. For framed upon this stage, all within thirty minutes, is a live re-telling of the city’s spectral past; rising far above the tawdry offerings tendered elsewhere in town. And it somehow seems that here, however briefly, you can go home again. For within this small darkened chamber, lies the dream Salem.