Backmask (Exeter/The Asylum) (Exeter)

The Exeter School for the feeble minded.

The facilities original purpose

Was to educate and rehabilitate mentally challenge

and mentally deranged children.

Established in 1916.

Exeter's population grew rapidly,

resulting in overcrowd.

There was rampant physical abuse and neglect.

The children were no longer patients.

They were inmates.

Several died due to these conditions.

So common were these tragedies

that officials commissioned an on site graveyard

When space eventually ran out.

They simply erected a crematorium.

Exeter was not a place where young people found help,

but a place where they were discarded and destroyed.

In the late 70s, the facility was shut down.

For egregious human rights violations.

It is rumored that the halls of Exeter are still haunted

by the soul of all those who were wronged here.

It is warm.

Patrick, I'm getting hot under the collar.

We can begin on the second floor on Monday morning.

- What about the attic? - Attic is just filled with junk.

We'll get to it sometime.

So have you heard back from State.

- Rejected. - Ah.

Yeah.

You didn't apply.

How did you know?

You have no talent for deceiving anyone with the exception of yourself.

I got a lot of stuff going on here you know.

College isn't really my thing

- Yeah. Girls, parties. - Do they have that at State too?

Yes, but it's a better class of people

Why are you always trashing my friends.

You're all my children.

But I think the lord has something special in mind for you.

- Bright and early. - Okay.

- Father you got anything else? - That's it.

- Can I take a look. - Knock yourself out.

Hey pencil dick, where're you going?

Grab a box.

When are they going to tear that shithole down?

They're remodeling it actually.

- Into what? - A youth center.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Do you know what went on here?

A bunch of fucked up kids.

They should've let this place burned.

- Check it out bitch. - What up, Knowles.

- El Salvador's finest. - Is that subtitled porn?

These guys hung like a grandfather clock. We're watching volume 1 to 10 tonight.

No, I can't, Conway wants me back in the morning.

- You're still fucking around up there? - Yes, it's a nightmare.

No one set foot in there like a decade.

Really. So... it's empty.

- Yes, let's party. - Hey! No, no way.

Why not? No cops, no neighbors. It's perfect.

- No. - Yes

I said no.

Shit!

Shit! Shit!

Rory, get up.

Someone spitting.

- How did you know I wasn't dead? - We didn't.

I'm not that lucky.

Hey-hey. What is this, porn?

Is it for me.

Got to work for it, work for it.

Gimme that. Don't you have any friends, man?

Yo man. Bring Vodka, Jagger, Tequila.

- Tell your brother, ring a beer party... - Forget it, I said.

- Where’s the party, man? - No. There is no party.

- Oh, my God. - Thank you for coming.

Seriously, Knowles.

- Really? - Yeah.

It's a massive sea of pussy.

New Facebook friends. Nice.

Hey! Hey, please! What the hell!

- Hey, no pyro shit, alright? - Suck it.

- Ha-ha-ha... - Hey!

- Patrick, let it go. - Hey! Come here.

Let it go. Don't follow that guy in the woods. That's how rapes happened.

Hope you brought your whistle.

- Don't let me catch you! - Hey! Hey!

Oh! You fucking ass ranger.

Oh, you lucky bitch.

What's up man?

What are you doing?

Her.

Got a light?

'Cause Conway's going to bust a vein.

What's he gonna do? Kick you out of the choir? Oh, no.

I don't even know like half these people, man.

Oh. Then you have to mingle, sir.

Patrick, turned an ocean of premium artist in, over here to contemplate your fagness.

How dare you?

Get this party started, right?

You're pretty.

Ow, dude. Who’s that guy?

I pretty sure that's Drew, right. He's from Fresno.

Yeah, he just kissed me the head. That was awesome.

Now. That's what I call awesome.

- Holy Shit! - Yeah, look at that subtle ass.

She's been looking at you, dude.

- Shut up. - You never asked.

- Yeah, you're lying. - No, I'm not. Watch.

I got it. Hey.

I'm Patrick.

Allow me.

That's okay. Let me get it.

Impressive.

It's a twist off.

So, how's your night going.

Say hello to my little friend.

- Could you get the fuck out of here, please. - Easy. Easy.

Sorry, it's just.. this place already burned once.

Why do you care?

- I work here. - You work here?

- Yeah, I am a volunteer of the church. - Oh.

- Hey Patrick .. - Excuse me.

- Sorry. - Sorry. Hi.

- Be right back. - Okay.

You uh..volunteer for the church. What the fuck are you talking about?

- Trying to have a conversation. - No, you're trying to get laid.

And that's not gonna happen with your pigeon Jesus.

You do not say that.

- Where are you going? - My ride is taking off.

Well, I mean. I can give you a ride.

Well, you don't want to miss the after party.

It will be crazy.

- What brings you to town? - Family reunion.

- And how's it going? - It's deadly.

Sound like a kick in the dick.

Don't touch anything. I'm not going.

- I won. - Oh, my god.

I knew there was going to to be an apple pie here today.

- Oh. what're you. Psychic? - Dude, everyone is today.

Why is this today?

Okay look.

Every seven years the moon is in the Seventh House.

Like our third eye right now. Totally dilated.

- That's a shroom. - Yeah. And the bullshit.

No, no, no... This isn't nice...

You dip it in again.

- Hey. - What.

You hit that. Fuck her.

Dude. I just met her.

Patrick, if you're not ploughing her within the next hour.

I'm going to have to do it, okay.

Alright, yeah. Amber will chop your balls off.

I've thought about that. I'm... I'm gonna fuck her.

- Okay, you do that. You do that. - I'm gonna have to...

- Right. Right. - I'm gonnal fuck her.

Take a look.

Hey!

Hey. Hey.

Rory. Get out!

I'll tell.

Alright. If you drink, smoke or break anything,

I'll beat your ass.

Too late.

- I said no drinking. - Fuck you.

Didn't your mother teach you anything Drew?

Seriously, Drew...

- You got to piss on the wall? - Oh, that's gross.

That's Church property. It's holy water.

I work here, so...

Where did they keep the shock therapy?

- It's rehab. Not... asylum, dude. - Same thing.

Those crackheads crack as wreck.

Yeah. Did they teach you that at youth camp?

Why, you been to rehab?

All I'm saying is people have bigger problems than uh...

what kind of pudding their mom packs in their lunch.

Didn't this place used to be a nut house?

Yeah, it's actually a psych hospital.

It wasn't a hospital as much as it was a dumpster for human refuge

Psychos, gimps.

- Sorry. - Jesus.

And then in the 80s.

The church bought it and turned it into a rehab.

Whoa whoa. You okay? Just let it out.

- Yeah. - He's alright.

Wait, why would the Church buy this place?

It's 'cos it was fully equipped for Conway's fascist mind tortures.

- Oh. Seriously, Knowles? - Yeah.

- Yeah, I heard that. - It's true.

There was a kid in here that went absolutely berserk.

And all the other patients started going psycho.

Suicides, attacks and then Conway burned this place to the ground to cover his ass.

Yeah, why would Conway torched a building Knowles.

I'm looking it up here. "Local church shuts down rehab facility due to fire."

He created that version and he blamed it on Rock 'N' Roll.

- Oh, oh. Yeah , yeah, yeah! - You alright?

- Forgot about the backmasking. - The backmasking, exactly.

What is backmasking?

It's when a band records messages backwards into their songs.