Mr Creepies Demented Labyrinth

The Lusus Naturae SKULK Trail
Where Legend Meets Reality

Here lies a path we probably should never have opened. What began as clearing an old footpath for a seasonal haunt event has awoken something ancient and malevolent the cursed domain of Kowikasha and The Forbidden Others. Kowikasha, once a gifted Creek Indian priestess trained in spirit communion and ancient mysticism by tribal elders, lived peacefully with her tribe until federal militias forced her people from their ancestral lands. Disease, starvation, and abandonment claimed her loved ones, leaving her alone and consumed by vengeance. Retreating to a forbidden wilderness, she allied with two grotesque entities: Mutgadeska, a shadow wraith that manipulates spacetime and devours life essence, and the Atahsaia Demon, an immortal reptilian horror that spawns and consumes its own offspring. Together, The Forbidden Others created “the Realm” —a dimensional tear where past and present merge in chaotic terror. Within this Realm they have extended their existence, an existence bound to these lands. This twisted realm is far reaching, but physical encounters in our reality exists primarily in untouched natural areas, manifesting as an In-Between that defies conventional reality. As we opened this trail, the boundary between performance and genuine terror began to blur. We began to experience sudden atmospheric shifts, glimpses of impossible creatures, and the unsettling sensation of being watched by malevolent eyes. The SKULK Trail pulses with ancient malice, and Kowikasha’s curse has infected our innocent haunted trail attraction. The SKULK Trail doesn’t tell the story of The Forbidden Others—it channels their presence. Instead of a fun little haunt trail, we have relented to the truly possessed SKULK Trail.

In Combination with
The Odd, Bizarre, Unnerving, and Definitely Wicked

Mr. Creepies’ Demented Clown Carnival
Disturbing Freak Show and Big Tent Labyrinth

The Dark Truth

Mr. Cooger Creepies emerged from Milledgeville State Hospital, where as many as 12,000 mental patients were on site at one time. This 2,000-acre institutional facility, originally named the Georgia Lunatic and Idiot Asylum, stopped accepting patients in 2010, some never left. Creepies gathered these demented souls—incurable inmates, malformed patients, the institutionalized—and transformed them into his traveling carnival of authentic terror. The asylum references you’ll hear aren’t scripted. They’re ordinary phrases of those who survived decades within institutional walls where patient to doctor ratios were 100:1, and straightjackets, lobotomies and electroshock treatments were the norm. So, enter The Big Tent if you dare—this claustrophobic maze of endless corridors, dead-ends, and perplexing loops, where floors slope radically and canvas partitions create a desperate labyrinth designed to disorient entirely. You will become repeatedly lost in these twisted mazes where every turn leads deeper into their madness…where
they are waiting around any corner…stalking behind…their release is to hear you whimper and chatter in fear and confusion…and scream in panic…this brings them profound comfort…it is all they know. Their costumes and clown faces help disguise the true extent of their insanity…even so, in this hive of lunatics you can’t help but recognize the tics, twitches, and tremors… the incoherent mutterings…delusional babblings…catatonic staring…the rampaging
paranoia…but hey, it’s all just part of the show. So, once in the Labyrinth—keep moving, don’t linger…they will try to break apart your group…stay vigilant…headcount constantly…protect your vulnerable…anyone who gets separated—SCREAM for help…it’s their ovation.