THERE’S nothing like a tale of kindly old biddies with a cellar full of dead bodies to blow away the Halloween cobwebs.

Joseph Kesselring’s clever, funny play first appeared in New York in 1941 and has enjoyed phenomenally long runs ever since.

It might be an old chestnut but Salisbury’s production was so much more deliciously nutty than most!

The audience was in fits of giggles at every twisty-turny moment of this fast-paced plot.

Gwyneth Powell (recognisable as the headmistress from Grange Hill) and Marji Campi as the sectionable Brewster sisters were delightfully genteel and dotty.

David Leonard playing their long-lost psychopathic nephew Jonathan Brewster pulled off the most superbly melodramatic stage fall I have ever witnessed (it provoked a round of applause).

Christopher Ryan was excellent as his criminal accomplice and Damien Matthews wonderfully believable as Mortimer Brewster, theatre critic and potential husband, who struggles to influence events inside the Brewster household.

The two-storey set encapsulated a 1940’s Brooklyn home, smartly upholstered and with a grand old dresser containing the sisters’ weapon of choice – generous tipples of elderberry wine for lonely gentleman callers.