I once hitch hiked across the country, 20 years ago. I met satanists everywhere, everyday. There were many, like predators on the street, enticing the urchins with a place to stay, food, clothes, etc. It was sublime, almost unnoticeable; especially in DC. That city was almost post-apocalyptic. Passing through on foot was an experience. We passed boarded up buildings for miles.. we saw a line of cars waiting to be served crack like McDonalds. Even cops were doing crack right there. This was before cell phones were common, I guess. Almost every time we found someone helpful, offering us a meal or place to crash, turned out they were satanists. It ended the same almost every time too: weird creepy vibes, an expectation of sex... lots of drugs. When we refused and walked out, again and again... to get on our way and avoide getting trapped (especially in DC, Virginia) they would curse us, and just get inexplicably insane. LOTS of wiccans, rituals, candles, fake vampires, voodoo. There were weird brands of satanism for all types, blacks, whites, gays, etc. That really stood out and made us regret the whole thing. My buddy and I realized it would have been better to just get jobs and buy bus tickets, and avoid all of the spiritual predators.