The Town That Caught Fire and Stayed That Way

Episode 01 · Centralia, Pennsylvania Published: 2026-05-18 · Running time: ~10 minutes

Chapters

#	Title	Starts at
1	Opening Hook	0:07
2	Welcome	0:48
3	A Town Built on Coal	0:59
4	The Fire Starts — May 27, 1962	1:53
5	The Slow Unraveling	3:01
6	The Evacuation	4:21
7	What Stands Today	5:44
8	The Fire's Lifespan	7:14
9	Closing	9:23

Full Transcript

The last time anyone counted, the borough of Centralia, Pennsylvania had five residents.

Five. In a place that once held over a thousand people, churches, a post office, a hotel, four fire companies — the whole ordinary fabric of a small American mining town.

Most of the buildings are gone. Most of the streets are gone, really — you can see where they were, the old curbs and broken hydrants still sitting there in the grass.

The thing that emptied Centralia is still there, too. It's underneath your feet. And it has been burning since 1962.

Welcome. I'm glad you're here. This is the show about things that have disappeared from the map — or in this case, things that disappeared because something else refused to.

Centralia sits in Columbia County, in the anthracite coal belt of northeastern Pennsylvania. It's one of those places you find all through that region — a town that exists because of what was underground.

Anthracite. Hard coal. The kind that burns hot and clean, that heated American homes through the nineteenth century and into the twentieth.

Centralia was incorporated in 1866. At its peak, in the 1890s, close to three thousand people lived there. Miners, mostly. Their families. The businesses that follow miners.

By the mid-twentieth century, though, coal was losing to oil and natural gas. Centralia had already shrunk to about a thousand people by 1960. Still a real town. Still inhabited. Still alive.

Then came May 27, 1962.

That day, the Centralia Borough Council authorized the town's fire company to burn the municipal landfill. It was a routine thing — a lot of small towns cleared their dumps this way.

The landfill happened to be in an old strip mine pit. The fire was lit. The fire was, supposedly, put out.

But there were exposed coal seams in the walls of that pit. Old workings. Openings that connected to the network of mines running beneath the town. And something — something got through.

Actually, there's still debate about exactly what happened. Some accounts say the 1962 fire wasn't even the first attempt to burn that dump — that earlier burns in the pit may have already seeded a smoldering vein. Either way, by June of 1962, underground combustion had begun.

And the coal seams ran for miles.

For the rest of the 1960s and into the 1970s, people knew something was wrong. Carbon monoxide levels in basements. Gases venting through cracks in the ground. A few attempts were made to dig out the burning coal, or to pour fly ash into the workings to smother it. Nothing worked.

The fire was patient. It just... moved.

By the late 1970s, the federal Office of Surface Mining was involved. Studies were done. The price tag to extinguish or fully excavate the fire was estimated at hundreds of millions of dollars. That number kept going up.

The moment that changed everything publicly came on February 14, 1981.

A twelve-year-old boy named Todd Domboski was walking across his grandmother's backyard when the ground opened beneath him. He dropped into a sinkhole about four feet wide and — depending on the account — somewhere between three and eight feet deep. It was venting steam and carbon monoxide.

His cousin grabbed his arms and pulled him out.

That was the image that broke the story nationally. A kid, nearly swallowed by his own backyard. The ground itself had become hostile.

Congress allocated 42 million dollars in 1983 for voluntary relocation. Most residents took it. By the mid-1980s, the population had dropped from about a thousand to a few hundred.

Homes were bought out by the state. Then demolished. Streets were officially vacated. The Pennsylvania governor declared the town essentially uninhabitable.

But not everyone left. A small number of residents refused the buyouts. They had lived there their whole lives. Some of them were elderly. The town was their town. The fire was, they figured, someone else's problem to solve — and nobody had solved it yet, so why should they be the ones who had to go?

Some of them fought in court. In 1992, Pennsylvania Governor Robert Casey invoked eminent domain over all properties in the borough. The legal battles stretched for years.

A handful of the remaining residents eventually reached a deal: they could stay for the rest of their lives, but when they died or moved, their properties would revert to the state. No heirs. No transfers. The town would continue to depopulate by biology.

That deal was reached in the early 2000s. The last few are still there.

If you go to Centralia today — and people do go, it has become a strange kind of pilgrimage site — here is what you find.

The street grid is still there, mostly. You can walk what used to be Locust Avenue or Park Street and see the old curbs, the driveways leading to nothing. Sometimes a front stoop. A few old trees still shading lots where houses used to be.

A section of old Route 61 — the highway that used to run through town — has been officially closed. The fire undermined the asphalt. It buckled and cracked and developed vents. It is now covered in graffiti, end to end, left by visitors over decades. People call it the Graffiti Highway.

Uh — actually, I should say: officials tried to permanently bury Graffiti Highway in 2020, covering it in fill to stop the trespassing. So even that landmark is now gone, more or less.

A few structures remain. There are two churches still standing — St. Ignatius Cemetery is well-maintained, with headstones going back to the 1800s, and it's one of the more striking things to see: a cemetery full of names surrounded by open fields where the neighborhood used to be.

In parts of the borough, you can still see smoke or steam rising from cracks in the ground. Especially in winter, when the contrast is visible. The earth exhales.

The fire itself — geologists estimate it has burned through several hundred acres of coal seam. Current projections suggest it could continue for another 250 years. Maybe more.

Two hundred and fifty years. The fire may still be burning when no one alive today is alive to see it.

There's something about that that I keep coming back to. The fire doesn't know it won. It doesn't know there was a town there. It's just doing what coal does when oxygen reaches it.

The town was the accidental part.

Centralia still technically exists as a borough. It has a zip code — 17927 — though the Postal Service stopped delivering there. It has a mayor. It has the machinery of municipal government running in a nearly empty place.

Some of the former residents still drive back, on weekends. They visit the cemetery. They park on the old street outlines and look at where their houses were. A few of them have talked to journalists over the years, and what comes through is not bitterness, exactly — something more like bewilderment. That this is what happened. That the ground did this.

You know, there's a detail I find quietly devastating. When the state bought out properties, residents had to surrender their deeds. Some families had owned their homes for generations. Their parents had bought them. Their grandparents, maybe. And the paperwork for those homes just... ended.

Centralia became famous partly because of a video game — Silent Hill, the 2006 movie adaptation at least, was visually inspired by the real fog and smoke of the town. Which is its own kind of strange legacy: to become the setting for a horror story because reality looked close enough to one.

But the real story isn't horror. It's closer to a slow argument between a community and a geological fact — and the geological fact won, the way geological facts always do, eventually.

The zip code is still assigned. The borough charter is still on file. The fire is still burning. And five people, as of the last count, are still there.

That's Centralia, Pennsylvania. A place that exists — just not quite in the way a place is supposed to exist.

Thanks for spending this time with me. We'll be back next week with another thing that quietly left. Until then — take care of the ground you're standing on.

Sources

Centralia Mine Fire — Pennsylvania Department of Environmental Protection — historical mine fire documentation and remediation records. https://www.dep.pa.gov/Business/Land/Mining/Bureaus/BurbankOperations/CentraliaMine/Pages/default.aspx
U.S. Census Bureau — Centralia borough population figures (1860–2020 decennial censuses). https://www.census.gov/
Todd Domboski sinkhole incident, February 14, 1981 — contemporary newspaper coverage archived at Newspapers.com. https://www.newspapers.com/
Supplemental Appropriations Act, 1983 (Public Law 98-63) — Congressional authorization of $42 million for Centralia voluntary relocation. https://www.congress.gov/
DeKok, David. Unseen Danger: A Tragedy of People, Government, and the Centralia Mine Fire (University of Pennsylvania Press, 1986) — primary narrative history of the fire and evacuation. https://www.worldcat.org/title/unseen-danger
Graffiti Highway closure and burial, April 2020 — local news coverage, The Morning Call (Allentown, PA). https://www.mcall.com/

Audio & Music Notes

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9:52–10:00 — outro clip (9 s, fade-out 2.5 s) after closing words

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