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!
Move to Lost Pines City, TX they said.....it'll be great they said. Beautiful housing, a brand new factory that provided jobs, a top of the line medical center. Little did they know what they were actually getting into.
People started disappearing. The government showed up and took over, a parade of army trucks going in and out of the factory doors. People were pushed out of town and into the surrounding woods. Eventually the activity died down at the factory. Almost completely, except for the mysterious clouds of foul smelling smoke that rose from the chimney stacks. Bandannas were put over mouths in hopes the winds would eventually blow away the putrid smelling haze. Suddenly, the trucks were back and there were more armed soldiers than ever! The government built walls surrounding the community faster than expected, closing many within the factory, cut off from the outside world.
The villagers became nothing more than mindless, hungry creatures...monsters that wanted to feast on human flesh. They’ve been contained mainly to the factory, though there’s doubt for much hope left now. Pass through if you must but don't let them get to you. You are going to wish you never came here. After all, it may be too late to save humanity... but it's never too late to save yourself. Many have entered the town...none have come out!
When we last saw Vicious T. Mangles and the Slaughter Circus, they were traveling from city to city looking for a permanent location with a steady stream of victims. They eventually settled in the back woods of Bastrop, Texas and set up their tents to lure the locals with a carney spectacle, and bloody popcorn, only to conclude with their grand finale: DEATH.
Little did they know that those woods were already occupied by the Palmer Family. The line of Palmer’s goes back to the 1800s with a history of bloody cannibalism. Dating back to 1867 Native American’s would go nowhere near the Palmer woods. The entrance to the Palmer’s redneck hell was adorned with human spines and fresh skulls impaled to trees. Local tribes told legends of wicked ghost screams coming from the woods. Disappearances across Bastrop County point directly to Palmers sacrificing their victims in their demonic rituals.
When the Palmer Family found out about Slaughter Circus on their land, they were enraged. Their thirst for blood was overwhelming and on the next full moon, they vowed to dismember, and barbecue, every last clown in sight. The Palmer family has surrounded the carnival, and are prepared for their epic massacre.
Vicious T. Mangle and the Slaughter Circus are vindictive, ruthless, and ready to fight back. We dare you to enter the hallowed grounds of Slaughter Circus and come out alive!
OUR HAUNTED ATTRACTIONS ARE RECOMMENDED FOR AGES 12 AND UP. PARENTS ARE WELCOME TO BRING YOUNGER CHILDREN TO THE CAFE AND BAKERY TO ENJOY THE HALLOWEEN AREA.