The Horror of Egg Hill Church
Is it actuALLY scary?
It’s been months since I promised to give you a dollop of scream with your morning coffee. Why the long wait? Because over the last three months I’ve:
Quit my job
Moved from one state to another
Wrapped up another round of book revisions (obligatory 2024 book update!)
Started a new job
And—most importantly—been prepping to celebrate the month of October
I’ve been busy. However, that’s no excuse for ghosting you! So, as promised, here’s a little something spooky to go with your scrambled eggs and toast.
For those who haven’t been keeping up with me on Instagram, I moved back to Pennsylvania in mid-July and instantly made it my mission to find any and everything scary within a 20-mile radius.
My husband, who has accepted that he lives with a very scary lady, also set about collecting ghost stories from his coworkers, which is how we learned about Egg Hill Church.
::cue flashes of lightning and booms of thunder::
The name doesn’t sound particularly menacing. Or maybe the name of the church is so innocuous that it does sound a little creepy.
“Egg Hill” doesn’t sound like the kind of a place where a pastor would murder his congregation, right? But local legend says that’s exactly what happened back in 1800-something. And that’s not all, kids. There are reports of other upsetting and supernatural shenanigans at Egg Hill, including a hanging, mass beheadings (the pastor had to do something with the bodies, I guess?), a cursed bell, and ghosts.
If you google Egg Hill Church, you’re more likely to learn about vandalism and the building’s foundation than its supposedly sordid history of murder and mass poisonings. But that’s how most urban legends thrive, right? Little to no facts.
Just creepy vibes.
Based on my very brief research (see articles below), there doesn’t seem to be any truth to the legends. The stories are just that—tales meant to deter would-be vandals and young people in search of thrills on a Friday the 13th.
It’s funny how urban legends have a way of acting against their intended purpose, isn’t it?
The chilling rumors about this tiny place of worship in the hills of central Pennsylvania aren’t true, but that doesn’t free Egg Hill Church from the chains of being hella creepy.
Here's a short video that one of my best friends recorded during a quick drive by. Thanks for your bravery, Alicia!
To get to Egg Hill Church, you must travel to central Pennsylvania. Small towns are cute and all, but they sometimes have a history of hiding disturbing secrets, so there’s that.
Then you’ll have to make tight turns on to roads like Sinking Creek Road and Shunk Road and T424. The roads sound very inviting, right?
At some point, the paved road will turn to gravel, and anyone who has ever watched a horror movie will understand the challenges created by gravel. To start, it’s loud as heck. If you’re trying to creep up on an allegedly abandoned church without being noticed . . . gravel will not help you do that. Each stone will pop and grumble as your tires drive over them.
Oh, and what’s that? The car is at a complete stop, but something is advancing on the vehicle? Lock the doors because when you panic and stomp on the gas, your tires are going to spin and spin, but they won’t carry you to safety.
You’ll just scream for help, right? Go ahead. No one will hear you because Egg Hill Church is secluded and sits in the midst of trees and silence. The setting is oppressive, and the air is thick with the feeling of being watched. (It’s probably not ghosts. It’s probably bigfoot or something.)
If you do manage to get those tires turning and haul butt away from Egg Hill Church, remember to keep a firm grip on the steering wheel. The road just beyond the church is tight and winding with a fairly steep drop off. And pray that another car isn’t coming down the road toward you, because there probably won’t be enough room for both vehicles. It’s the kind of road where someone could easily block you in…
The first time my husband and I drove by this supposedly haunted little church in daylight hours, my heart raced the entire time. The isolation was unsettling, and it made me think of all the unpleasant things that could happen to us. We had no desire to become an Unsolved Mysteries episode, so we locked the doors, snapped a few photos from the safety of the car, and got the heck out of there. We didn’t feel at ease until we were back on paved road.
There doesn’t seem to be anything supernatural or actually scary going on at Egg Hill Church, but if you’re not a fan of isolated locations, empty buildings, woodsy areas, or just general places where no one will hear you scream . . . then consider keeping your distance from this lonesome little church in central Pennsylvania, especially after dark.
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Ahhh Ally this is amazing, what a neat little find! I can't wait to see what other spooky places and stories you dig up in Pennsylvania 💜