Sit in the Devil's Chair, and it's said you will hear a whisper from the Devil himself!
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In Cassadaga, Florida, a haven for spiritualists and mediums, a sinister legend persists: a chair rumored to belong to the Devil himself sits in the Lake Helen Cemetery. Lore dictates that those who brave sitting in it at midnight will be assailed by malevolent whispers. If a token is presented and vanishes by morning, it is believed to signify the Devil's approval.

The origins of this enigmatic artifact are explored by Keith Rommel, the celebrated author of The Devil Tree and The Cursed Man. You might want to leave the light on for this one.​
A ruthless serial killer brought people to an ancient oak tree.
Back in the 1970s, a series of bizarre incidents occurred at what has since been known as “The Devil Tree.” Beneath this ancient denizen, evil was wrought by a sick serial killer, calling upon forces most sinister and dark. People were hung there . . . and bodies buried there . . . exhumed by the police. Overcome by superstition, some tried to cut down the tree, to no avail. Since then, it has stood in a remote section of a local park—left to its own devices—quiet in its eerie repose—until now!
Convicted killer Gerard John Schaefer wreaked havoc along the Treasure Coast and Hutchinson Island in the 1970s. His reign of terror included unspeakable acts of torture, rape, and murder in the shadow of an ancient oak tree. He hanged people there, buried their bodies, and came back often to pillage what remained. It is believed that Schaefer’s evil seeped into the tree and surrounding area, leaving a blemish on the otherwise beautiful nature walk in Oak Hammock Park. When night descends around the tree, the atmosphere changes completely; hundreds of stories are offered up about personal experiences of a true-life haunting . . .

This follow-up to The Devil Tree follows the legend into the present day, as Satanists commune by the tree in honor of their fallen idol. Terrible things happen around the tree, which seems to have a certain allure to it . . . making people commit unimaginable acts. What drives someone to kill? Is it something within them, or an outside force that influences them?

This sick and grisly legend is so deep, so convoluted and wicked, you won’t believe what you read. Whatever you do, don’t visit the Devil Tree after dusk. You will never be the same. That is the warning of many people—including uniformed officers who have come forth to share their experiences at the tree . . .