I just got back from a short stint to Mackinac Island (pronounced Mackinaw for any non-Michiganders out there who don’t know). It’s located between the tip of the Michigan mitten and the Upper Peninsula (the thing that kind of looks like a bunny jumping over the mitten), smack dab in the middle of Lake Huron.
It is a place that I highly urge everyone to visit at least once in your life. If for nothing else but the fantastic fudge. We’re famous for it, didn’t you know?
But then again, if you’re not a fan of the ghosties then maybe Mackinac Island isn’t the best place for you. I find ghost stories extremely entertaining. Except when the tour guide/story-teller tells me that the most haunted place on the island happens to be the hotel I’m staying at. On my floor.
Umm… Yeah… Time to leave!
And what’s worse–it was rumored to be haunted by a ghost who is particularly fond of females. You see, as the story goes, he was a player back in the late 1800’s during his stay on Mackinac Island as a college student. (Side note: there is no longer a college on Mackinac Island due to the fact that the winters were so harsh the students couldn’t get to the mainland and there was a campus-wide depression. Ooh, sounds fun, right?) Anyhow, he went missing for four months before his body was discovered on top of the bluff that overlooked the campus.
The police report said the following: out of depression from being turned down by the one girl he actually loved, he took a shotgun to the bluff, shot himself in the head, reloaded the weapon, shot himself again in the head, and then threw the gun away from him before dying.
No, really, that’s what the police report actually says. (I promise the Mackinac police are not that stupid! …Anymore.)
It was later believed that he did indeed confess his love to a girl (that part of the story was standard) but that there was someone else who greatly fancied her as well and he did not like Harvey–Harvey is the ghost’s name by the way–getting close to his lady. So, what did he do? He gave Harvey a few drinks, brought him up to the bluff, and made him go bye-bye. Or so the story goes.
The room that used to belong to Harvey (which is now part of a hotel) is no longer rented out to guests because of so many strange reports of moving furniture, T.V.’s turning on and off, electrical issues, strange shadows, and one case where a woman was cuddled by someone–or something–that was not her husband. I’d tell you that story too, but it’s long and I can’t remember all the details.
Anyhoot, can you guess who was staying on that floor?
I couldn’t even take a shower, I was so paranoid that Mr. Harvey the Ghost was going to start writing me messages in the steam that collected on the bathroom mirror that I think I yanked out more hair than I washed. Plus hotel shampoo sucks when you have long hair and doesn’t want to come out anyway. It was like being double-mocked.
Harvey was a running joke throughout the rest of the trip. Especially since–according to our tour guide/story-teller–he haunted not just our floor of the hotel–but many different parts of our hotel and the bluff above us. So, basically, we were screwed. I never did see Harvey, but if you go to Mackinac Island keep a lookout. They describe him as: jeans, white t-shirt, and sandy colored hair!
I have to say, though, our hotel did have some real creep-factor. I took some pictures to show you!
The great room that separated different halls looked like we had just entered the library from the board game CLUE. The guy in the portrait is Mr. Green, by the way.
Here my sister Edith is doing her best Ms. Scarlet impersonation. We then ran out of the room screaming (okay, so not screaming), but we definitely ran because it was creepy. And we weren’t about to risk seeing Harvey.
And here are just a couple other pictures I took 🙂 Try not to be too awed by my talent *cough*cough*… that does not exist…