Hannah Mansion, 3801 Madison Ave.
The Hannah House bills itself as the only haunted house in Indianapolis to be held in a true haunted house – where slaves on the Underground Railroad died in a terrible fire and still roam the house today, in tales 1860s-costumed narrators will tell in great detail. One wonders what the restless dead think of killer clowns wandering the basement where they died. Hannah House really caught me by surprise; it packed a great deal into what seemed to be a small space, and once you get outside there’s a whole lot of pitch-black, in-the-woods craziness to be had. One thing I especially like: the actors in this thing are trained to be RELENTLESS – they don’t just jump out and say boo, they’ll stalk you through five, six, seven rooms and still be screaming at you. The Hannah House has its fair share of surprises that you’re not likely to see anywhere else. I won’t spoil them here, except to say that it’s “Game on” when you least expect it, and that at least in one of the clever mind games – midway through, in the woods – is something I’ve never seen before in a haunted house, and it suckered me TWICE. I don’t get caught off guard very easily (seriously, I’ve been to like 50 of these things in my time), so kudos to anyone who can pull that off. $15 adults, $12 children; thehannahmansion.org.