Weird News: Hell (MIchigan) Is For Sale For About $666K

The weird news of the week, is that if someone tells you to go to Hell, you can, and now you can own it! The entire small town of Hell, Michigan is officially for sale at an interesting price. Hell is a quirky, unincorporated community in Livingston County, Michigan, about 20 miles northwest of Ann Arbor. Settled in 1838, it is famous for its playful, devilish theme and tourist attractions. I love this part - "Mail a postcard from the official Hell U.S. Post Office, which singes and burns the edges so your recipients know where it came from." Today's blog is about the town for sale!

Hell is Officially on Sale

Beth Dalby, Patch.com, May 26, 2026 

If you have ever sent someone to a special corner of Hell in your mind, you can now do so literally — and for less than $666,000 —without the risk of growing horns, a tail, or cloven hooves.

Hell is for sale. Hell, Michigan, that is.

The sale of the popular tourist town for $625,000 includes just over seven acres of land and buildings — the Creamatory ice cream parlor known for its Gravedigger Sundae; the Screams Souvenirs from Hell and Halloween shop; and Hell’s Chapel of Love, which boasts, “A marriage that starts in Hell has nowhere to go but up!”

A mini-golf course is also part of the sale. And the buyer would also be able to send mail through the local post office, which stamps “Been Thru Hell” on every piece of mail.

This isn’t the first time Hell has been for sale. according to  owner John Colone, who says that his 70th birthday approaches, it’s time to give up the 5.25-acre development in Livingston County.

(Photo: Hell, which often freezes over – along with the rest of Michigan – is for sale. (Photo via Facebook)

Fun Fact

In 1963, the Hell Chamber of Commerce sponsored a two-day "fun festival" which began with Satan's arrival by helicopter at "Satan's Hills," a local housing development.

How it Got Its Name

According to local lore, the settlement got its name in the mid-1800s thanks to its founder, George Reeves. Because he paid local farmers for their grain with home-distilled whiskey, their wives would frequently complain that their husbands had "gone to Hell again" during harvest time