What would any blog be, dedicating itself to a whole month of anything and everything Halloween if we didn’t talk about the devil and hell? Not much, I warrant.
Whether you call him the devil, Satan, Lucifer or any of the other names associated with this being, you know one thing is true: he reigns supreme in the place known as hell. Of course, if you live in this Hell, I’m sure Satan isn’t the mayor.
Of course if you want to go directly to the source and find out what all the fuss is about, head on up to York, Pennsylvania and navigate your way through the Seven Gates of Hell and maybe you’ll get to see the devil himself.
But it seems that the devil doesn’t necessarily enjoy hanging around hell. Probably too boring or got a nagging wife. ;o)
He’s got himself a tower in Wyoming which was made famous in the 1977 Steven Spielberg film Close Encounters of the Third Kind. If nothing immediately comes to mind, the Devil’s Tower is what Richard Dreyfus’ character sculpted out of mashed potatoes. Not far away is The Devil’s Gate – though there’s no information as to where that leads to…
He’s got his own hole in New York – which I assume would be a more direct route home as opposed to the aforementioned gates.
The Devil’s Tramping Ground in North Carolina is also a favourite hang out. He probably goes there for some peace and quiet.
I’m not sure why hell’s gate would need a bridge, but it’s in Oxford, AL.
The Witching Hour 