The Door to Hell

The Door to Hell: Still Burning, Still Hungry

They were just drilling for fuel.

In 1971, Soviet engineers set up in the Karakum Desert, chasing natural gas. The ground collapsed beneath them, swallowing their rigs and forming a massive crater. No one died—but something else began.

Gas was leaking. Poisonous, invisible. So they made a decision only a Soviet engineer would make:

Set it on fire.

They assumed the flames would die in a few days. That was over 50 years ago. It’s still burning.

A massive crater, glowing day and night, in the middle of nowhere. There are no fences. No warning signs. No staff. Just a pit in the desert, clawing flames into the wind like the earth is exhaling something ancient and furious.

The heat hits your face before you reach the edge. The roar is constant. Inside, flames dance across the blackened rock, endlessly devouring gas that no one can seem to turn off.

No one knows how deep it goes. No one knows what’s under it. They just know it burns. Always has. Might always will.

Locals call it The Door to Hell.
And when you stand near the rim, and the sky is dark, and the only light is the fire beneath your feet…
It feels like they might be right.

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