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Ghostly Tales of Michigan
Ghostly Tales of Michigan
Ghostly Tales of Michigan
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Ghostly Tales of Michigan

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Read 27 chilling ghost stories about reportedly true encounters with the supernatural in Michigan.

A heroic specter saves a dying man’s life. An April Fool’s joke reveals the presence of a dog-like monster. One place, so haunted that it’s been featured on national television. Michigan is among the most haunted states in America. This collection of ghost stories presents the creepiest, most surprising tales of the Great Lake State!

Award-winning author Ryan Jacobson has always held a fascination for things that go bump in the night. The professional writer spent countless hours researching the region in search of the strangest and scariest run-ins with the unexplained.

Horror fans and history buffs will delight in these 27 terrifying tales about haunted locations. They’re based on reportedly true accounts, proving that Michigan is the setting for some of the most compelling ghostly tales ever told. The short stories are ideal for quick reading, and they are sure to captivate anyone who enjoys a good scare. Share them with friends around a campfire, or try them alone at home—if you dare.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 6, 2022
ISBN9781647553067
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    Ghostly Tales of Michigan - Ryan Jacobson

    Haunted Homes

    Poltergeist

    It happened again.

    When Victor Lincoln discovered his home’s (usually locked) front door hanging wide open, he knew he’d find trouble inside. He stepped into the house, and his fears were confirmed: His family’s Jackson, Michigan, house had been broken into and vandalized. Garbage, as well as food from the refrigerator, had been thrown about. Furniture was pushed around and flipped over. Light bulbs were smashed, and the water faucets in the kitchen and in the bathroom were running.

    Standing behind Victor, his wife shook her head. Why are they doing this to us? Even those new double locks won’t keep them out!

    I’ll go and call the police again, Victor said, sounding defeated. Not that it’ll do any good.

    And so it went for two full years. The Lincolns endured break-in after break-in. Nothing could keep the intruders out of their home, and no one could guess who might be targeting them—or why.

    But then, in October of 1961, the family discovered a startling truth: The vandal wasn’t a who. It was a what!

    Victor, Mrs. Lincoln screamed. Victor, come quickly. Please hurry!

    Responding to his wife’s frantic cries, Victor raced into the kitchen. He arrived just in time to see a stack of dishes fly out of the cupboard and smash against the wall, one by one, shattering on impact.

    Footsteps in the Basement

    Thump.

    Thump.

    Thump.

    Twenty-two-year-old John Lincoln looked up from his book and toward his mother. Do you hear that? he asked.

    Mrs. Lincoln, sitting on a living room chair across from her son, nodded. It sounds like someone’s coming up the basement stairs.

    They turned to look at the door, waiting in dreadful anticipation as the footfalls grew louder. At the top step, the noise ceased for a moment. It was soon followed by a thunderous knock!

    John and his mother jumped out of their seats. Victor, who had heard the commotion from the next room, rushed past his family members with his shotgun in hand. He grabbed the door and flung it open; no one was standing behind it.

    Victor cautiously led his dog downstairs, but his search for an intruder came up empty. The dog, however, seemed to find something. The Lincolns’ pet began to whimper softly, and then it darted back up the steps.

    Following that frightful encounter, the Lincolns decided it was time to move out.

    First Blood

    In the weeks that followed, things went from bad to worse. While the house sat for sale, the spirit became more terrifying. Moaning sounds were heard in the basement. Phantom footsteps patrolled the premises. Books were moved and piled in various locations. And, in one instance, Mrs. Lincoln was attacked.

    She was completely alone, lying on the living room couch, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet. This is the life, she thought.

    Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Mrs. Lincoln noticed a blur of motion. She spied an object flying toward her. Before she could even flinch, a paring knife grazed her leg. As blood slowly formed atop her fresh scrape, the frightened woman mentally noted—with certainty—that the knife had been safely stowed in a kitchen drawer.

    Not long thereafter, the holidays arrived. However, the ghost did not welcome the festivities. Two days after the Christmas tree was up and decorated in their living room, the Lincolns watched in horror as lights, ornaments, and tinsel were thrown across the room by an invisible force.

    That’s it! exclaimed Mrs. Lincoln. We’re taking this tree down!

    More Witnesses

    Word began to spread about the strange happenings within the haunted home, and the Lincolns found themselves with several visitors—each wanting to experience the poltergeist firsthand.

    Mr. and Mrs. Gingras, friends of the family, witnessed the home’s gas and water inexplicably turning on. The Gingrases also heard a guest outside walking onto the porch and up to the house’s front door. When no one knocked or rang the doorbell, the couple peeked through a window and found that not only was no one standing at the door—there were no footprints in the snow either.

    Jackson County Police Officer Harry Kellar visited the house as a skeptic. But he, too, was present when the gas and water turned on by themselves.

    Investigative reporter Raymond Meagher studied the home most extensively, spending 10 hours (over three separate trips) inside the place. Along with four other investigators, Meagher remained in the living room with the entire Lincoln family, waiting for something peculiar to occur.

    It took a while, but eventually the bathroom water and the gas seemed to activate automatically, while everyone present was in the living room. The group moved through the house to get a closer look, when they heard the sound of glass shattering.

    It seems that a small bottle was thrown against this closet door, said one of the men. There are shards of glass everywhere.

    Suddenly, as the team examined the strange scene, all of the lights turned off!

    Despite these bizarre incidents, the investigation yielded no conclusive evidence of a haunting, as each event could have been attributed (however unlikely) to an elaborate hoax.

    Moving Out

    At last, in the summer of 1962, the Lincoln family sold the house and moved away. By all

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