In late fall of 1842, a wagon train rode into the Bastrop area, but not before cholera and Comanche Indian raids left many of the children without parents. A mysterious woman, Adella, took the orphaned children in. She built an orphanage among the towering loblolly pines, yielding plenty of wilderness for the children to play. The locals called her Saint Adella. Little did they know about who, or what, she really was.
There was little known, however, about the terror that lie within the ornate walls of this enormous mansion and of Adella’s gift with black magic and the conjuring of spirits from the other side.
Adella’s orphanage filled at a rapid pace, and it became necessary to bed the children in the dismal, damp basement below. Many of the children died of starvation and disease, Adella claiming smallpox and cholera.
Throughout the mansion are displayed sketches, crystal pendants and a room doused with dried pigs feet, rooster talons and squirrel tails, and severed heads of the dolls she confiscated from the children. In the midst of the mansion, a Spirit Board summoned souls from beyond sending Adella in a trance; excreting foamy vomit, demonic moans and voodoo chants where she inhabited the essence of the Baba Yaga, a Demonic Goddess, whose survival depended on the devouring of children. The center of the floor still bares a star, an altar of sacrifice.
Most of the children who died at the orphanage were buried in the cemetery out back at the entrance of the currently standing abandoned church. Legend has it that Adella conjured up a creature to protect the cemetery and keep the Comanche away from the woods around the mansion. Is it a demon or just the fear of an imagined boogeyman? One of the children wrote on the wall in the mansion, “Don’t go near the cemetery… if you look at him, he will get you!” To this day no one dares enter that cemetery, especially at night.
For decades the mansion has laid abandoned and lifeless. But if you look hard and listen intently, you can hear the nursery rhymes playing in the old nursery, and hear the faint screams of children coming from the basement below the mansion.
Some say the mansion is forever cursed. Some say Adella still roams the halls. Some say the mansion itself is alive. Welcome to your nightmare, The Phantoms of The Mansion of Terror!
Choose your path…in the New “Lost Pines Asylum”as it towers over the dense oak trees to create a terrifying experience you won’t want to miss. Enter if you dare into the Asylum to discover the bodies of a victims lost to horrible mental and physical experiments and ghastly diseases. Decide your fate with the splitting pathways. Get out before you’re the next one on the autopsy table…
Lost Pines Asylum opened in 1913 and flourished for over 100 years until the allegations of mistreatment and unnecessary experiments of the residents surfaced.
The hallways echo with the sound of screams and terror. The rooms look like they had housed rabid animals and not human beings with severe mental ailments. Patients were unaccounted for and probably died of mistreatment, starvation and failed experiments.
In 2019, on a cloudy summer day, something went wrong...
An explosion rocked Lost Pines, knocking out power and security. The patients snapped and began to revolt. Patients broke out of their cages and mutilated the nurses and doctors that had mistreated them. The staff that did survive began to show symptoms of rage and dementia. Who is running the Asylum?
Take a walk through the dimly lit hallways, passing by the rusty instruments and stained walls. You can’t help but notice the dirty patient records scattered on the floor, the broken furniture, the torn walls, the hidden torture rooms and the sounds of the insane.
As the ominous metal Asylum doors slam shut behind you, you enter the playground for the wicked, the insane, the inhabitants of the Lost Pines Asylum.
There are places in this world where the boundaries between this plane and the next are weak. Many are known places where the leylines of the earth intersect, these places are often avoided because they are thought to be hotspots of the paranormal. There are however, some places on this plane that cannot be explained by the latent energies of this world, but by something much more sinister and demonic one of which is here, known only as “wicked darkness”.
Do you dare delve into the musty evil that lies within? Will you be one of the few survivors of this soul wrenching terror? Enter and we shall see.
Virgil truly got the last laugh as what he thought was the final clown was slain on that moonlit night. As themist cleared all the clowns lay dead in a graveyard of colors…or did they?
Years ago, a beautiful young circus performer fell in love with laughter…the laughter of a clown. She grewup traveling town to town performing in what folklore called Slaughter Circus.
The beauty was caught and thrown into the asylum where she learned she was pregnant. A clown child was born on a dark Friday the 13th night.
As the baby grew the workers tortured and mistreated him. The boy would not speak, only laugh...but he was truly brilliant. The orderlies would yell down the steel panel hallways, “Give the Lunatik his meds”. The boy came to believe that was his name… “Lunatik”.
halls echoed of stories from the mentally ill, some told stories of a crazy traveling circus that was raided and some performers were kept in the asylum, others told stories of how the circus traveled back to the hollows of Bastrop County and set up camp in the woods where the Redneck Clan, “The Palmers” resided. He knew where he had come from and wanted to join the family of evil bloodthirsty circus freaks that would accept him as their own.
Late one night, a fire broke out in the asylum. The asylum was burned to the ground. Through the flames of Hell, Lunatik saw what appeared to be the Demon. The demon spoke to him and taught him that laughter was his weapon. Louie encouraged him to follow his destiny and use the very mind games he was tortured with to plot his revenge. He vowed to carry out the plots of these stories, wreak Havoc, mayhem and Karnage on the world. He was out and his name would be feared by all. Lunatik Karnage was on a mission.
He formed a small clown army and headed out to the woods of Scream Hollow. He set out to reclaim his birthright as a savage, funny, bloodthirsty clown.
He arrived only to find the very meaning of his name. Karnage. The Karnage of his own people. The clowns of Slaughter Circus were gone. The bloodbath stained the trees in the hollow. The colorful clown costumes littered the grown covering the bones decaying underneath.
The King of Clowns laughed. Lunatik's low sinister laugh could be heard for miles. Lunatik's clan chimed in and the laughter penetrated the forest. The killers were close and Lunatik knew his destiny. Take control, leave no survivors….and laugh while slitting your throat.
Welcome to Hell. Welcome to Slaughterhouse 2, LUNATIK’S Revenge.
When you think about it, most people are naturally afraid of evil clowns. They are the pinnacle of most nightmares. Come watch as the demented clowns reclaimed the woods of Scream Hollow. The Palmer Family has no idea what is coming and bringing hell with them…Maybe in the End there IS NOTHING scarier than an evil clown...