For the record, the action is set in the Long Beach, New Jersey backyard of the eponymous run-down house, which is run by Cy Dunn (the usually estimable Jordan Charney) and where slow-witted Peter (Jason Altman) is the janitor and malcontent waitress Wendy (Meghan Miller) stops in to vent her spleen when not checking whether their long-absent mother, Sorcha, has finally returned.
To give the trio a lift to their tedious day, pseudofile.com personality Lucy Darling (Diana Cherkas) comes by to film a mini-documentary on the place, which she knew as a Jersey youth. She's accompanied by skinny, motor-mouthed Moses (Jason Blaine), who eventually objects to the body contact Lucy enjoys with Peter. To retaliate, he puts the moves on resistant Wendy. By the way, Moses thinks he's quite the wit (as does Roberts), as he lets out an unbroken string of groaners, such as this one about the Lucy-Peter situation: "If I'm losing Stella to Stanley, she should know where his Kowalski's been."
What this all signifies is never clarified. Maybe Roberts sees the haunted house -- the inside of which is only partially glimpsed towards the end -- as a metaphor for this crazy world we all live and languish in. Maybe with all the jargon about today's technology spouted at an antiquated summer amusement enterprise, it's a commentary on old pastimes clashing with new. Who knows? Who cares?
It's enough to say that Haunted House wastes the talents of five apparently competent actors and director Brian Ziv. Or should I says six actors, since the awaited Sorcha (not credited in the program) returns at play's end and begins cleaning the outdoor grill. And all along I'd assumed she had read the play and had gotten out while the getting was good.
Don't show this again.