Many years ago I wrote a murder mystery game called Murder at the Midnight Hour for a New Year’s Eve party for the Quincy, MA Freemasons.

I remember the night well because one of my actors pulled open a massive wooden
door in their massive Masonic Hall and somehow I just happened to be standing right there. Turns out I performed the entire show with a concussion but “the show must go on” as they say so I bravely soldiered on as a hippy bride marrying an uptight, wealthy mama’s boy.