I’m the deep woods of North Carolina, within a park that appears no different than any other, lies what could be considered the evilest plot of land that exists. So, cursed it’s said to be the not to hell, the personal portal of the devil himself.



Chatham County is home to a perfectly round dirt circle, which no plant is capable of growing in. People have tried both growing from seeds and transplanting, but everytime the plants wither. The reason for this is said to be Satan himself. He stalks around the circle at night, his heated hooves pounding any vegetation into the soil, and scorching the earth to make sure nothing will grow.



As the devil walks, he is supposedly thinking of ways to coerce people into giving them his soul and also ways to torture humanity. Dogs become terrified and refuse to enter the circle when approaching it. Any object left within the circle will be found outside its border the following day, including people.



Many have tried to camp in the circle and have found their tent had been moved outside of the perimeter when they awake. Some have tried to stay awake through the night, but claim they are lulled to sleep by a gentle, soothing voice. The few who have managed to stay awake throughout the night, are reported to have gone insane and have never returned to sanity.



Many reports claim at night, screams from the area can be heard and shadow people can be seen walking around the edge of the circle. Others say that a single large, shadowed figure can be seen within the circle.



One story of a group camping goes as this,



The sun was gently listing to the horizon when the group pulled up to the gravel path that leads to the circle. Things seemed to be coated with a faint orange glow due to the sinking sun. The few friends told tales of the area as they made their way down the path. With hardly any light to set the tents out, they were forced to build a fire.



After some time of the usual ghost stories and hotdogs, the groups decided to retire to their two tents, claiming nothing was happening, not even a feeling of a presence. The fire had long since burned to just coals and the area was pitch black.



Two awoke in their tent when the fire had suddenly been struck a blaze. They looked out the tent window to see that no one was out there and that no logs were added to the fire pit. They laid down and tried to go back to sleep, but were frightened when the fire faded as quickly as it shot to life.



The two laid awake the rest of the night due to what they said was excessive amounts of lighting for the area, despite there being no storm. They also claimed to here an unnatural amount of coyotes wailing and dogs barking.



The group in the other was caught in a sense of dread. As they peered out the mesh window, at the edge of the circle, stood a shadow, with a looming, heated, hate-filled presence. The embers in the fire pit causing a dull red glint the beast’s eyes. The figure then turned away and walked into the woods.



The next morning, the group revealed the terrors to one another and vowed to never return to the devil’s stamping ground.