Cult House is said to be an evil manor that has stood on the lands of southern Pennsylvania for generations and is decorated with windows shaped like upside down crosses. The roof is lined with steel crows that face in one direction and white bench stands outside the front door with a demonic face carved into the stone. The name come from the obvious belief that the estate is owned by a cult. Many sacrifices have reportedly taken place there, including one every Halloween night.



The road that Cult House can be found standing off of, is heavily wooded. One of the trees near the property was uprooted near the road and has a visible root system that eerily resembles a human skull. Decades ago, bones were found tangled within the roots of the fallen tree. These bones are believed to be that of a human being that was sacrificed by the family.



The rest of the trees on the street have grown so they bend away from the house. Legend says that the Devil visited the cult within the house. The cultists angered him and Satan released a deafening scream so loud, it forced the trees in the opposite direction.



As the myth of the Cult House spread many came seeking thrill from the evil structure. So many people hunted the house that the street signs near the area were removed to make locating the place more difficult. Afterward, a building was placed on the land to house red trucks. Reports say at least 15 red pickups can be seen parked in the gravel driveway to the building.



Now, if a car passes the house suspiciously, a truck will follow it for several miles, making sure the people are not attempting to mess with the house and property. Many, say the Devil himself funds a private guard to protect the area. This is believed because the trucks seem to appear and vanish from nowhere, but even weirder is that the driver of the vehicle has never been seen.



One personal goes as follows. A woman and her friend set out to see the fabled Cult House one night. As the two drove down the road, they came to a pile of small animal carcasses in the road. Each was slit from chin to tale and gutted.



They two women continued on until they found the gate leading to the manor. There, from the rod iron spikes hung a deer carcass, swinging gently back and forth in the howling wind. It’s knack burned by rope and the creatures tongue hang loosely from the mouth, beneath its eyes, which seemed to be forever frozen with fear.



Still, the two women pushed onward, up the trail leading to the house. Turning off the headlights, the women saw how dark the wooded area was. The only light, was a dull orange glow, with the consistency of a shadow, eliminating from the upside down crucifix windows.



The women shook with excitement as fear began to grasp them. They tried to convince one another to step out of the vehicle first. When they finally gathered the nerve, each woman placed their hands on the door handles of the car and began to count to three, but by the short count of two, the silhouetted figure stood at a front window. The woman watched as the figure raised its hand and pointed to them. Multiple shadows began to appear at the windows.



The woman driving put the car in reverse and stomped the pedal. She sped the car into the street and took off down the road. The two thought they were safe after a mile, but about that time, two headlights appeared behind the car from nowhere. The car in chase came directly behind them a soon crossed into the oncoming lane beside them, but the women could not make out a driver.



Suddenly, the following vehicle pulled to the roadside and shut off its headlights. The women were able to escape safely, but others have never left Cult House.