Hell House, also known as “The Satan House” or “The Witch House”, is a private residence located somewhere in Massapequa, Long Island. The striking and eerie design of the home has inspired many scary myths and legends. However, none of them are true.
Hell House is just plain freaky to look at, even in broad daylight. The house is extremely old and appears like a cemetery due to the imposing black metal fence and wrought-iron gates that surround the entire house. The sidewalk outside is painted black and the pavement inside the chained-up metal fence is painted red. Sometimes a long black hearse is parked outside.
The exterior of the house is red brick, and the design of the turrets and windows make the front of the house look like a giant blood-red devil face, complete with horns and an evil grin. The odd architecture has led to outrageous stories being told about the house. Some people say that the windows are covered with the lining of coffins and the inside contains satanic altars. Other people say they have seen a ghostly figure with long black hair and dressed in black robes, looking out of the windows.
In actual fact, the house is owned by a nice, normal Christian family. They say that the legends are not true and they are unhappy with all the attention the house receives from local teenagers. The family has been the victim of vandals in the past, so if you happen to be passing by “Hell House”, admire the cool architecture but do not bother the people who live there. They have a right to be left alone and the police will arrest you if you are seen lingering outside their home.
According to the legends, if you drive by Hell House at night, you will see candles in the windows. The number of lit candles in the windows is supposed to match the number of people in your car. Seeing the candles is said to be extremely bad luck for everyone in the car.
In one story, a group of teenagers decided to test out the legend. There were four of them in a car and they drove up to the house and parked outside. They turned off the engine and sat in silence, staring at the house for some time. Suddenly, they noticed a flickering light in one of the upstairs windows. Looking closer, they saw a candle burning there. Then there was another flickering light in one of the downstairs windows. When a third candle suddenly appeared in another upstairs window, one of the teenagers screamed “Let’s get out of here”. They started up their car and sped off down the road before a fourth candle could light up.
Of course, this is just a story. Those who have tested it out say that the number of candles never matches the number of people in the car.