Bogan Lane Inn loomed like a forgotten specter against the twilight, its weathered facade whispering secrets of 19th-century travelers long gone. Guests often found themselves drawn into the chilling embrace of the past, where the air thickened with the lingering fragrance of old books and faint echoes of laughter, only to shatter into the night by the rattle of unseen hands rearranging furniture in the dark. As sleep descended, the bravest would slip into vivid dreams, mingling with mournful historical figures who beckoned from the shadows, leaving them to wonder if waking was merely a more subtle form of being trapped.

The Murray Hotel looms like a shadow cast by a forgotten time, its grand facade a facade for the restless souls who flit through its halls, their footsteps echoing off the faded wallpaper, carrying whispers of laughter that ricochet through the stillness. In the dimly lit corridors, uneasy guests often find themselves stopped short, a chill enveloping them like a shroud, as ghostly figures materialize just at the edge of vision, vanishing into the oppressive silence that seems to throb with unspoken dread. Those who dare to spend the night often leave with an unsettling sense of being watched, a lingering dread that the past is not just a memory but a persistent, hungry shadow waiting for the next to join its mournful procession

The Grand Hotel looms over Mackinac Island like a weary giant, its once-vibrant facade now a shroud of whispered secrets and the weight of forgotten history. Guests roam its cavernous hallways only to find themselves enveloped by sudden, biting cold, as if the very air conspired to remind them of the ghostly figure of a long-departed employee, drawn like a moth to the flickering candlelight of the dining rooms, where soft laughter echoes moments before an eerie silence descends. Each night, the creaking wood and muffled thuds stir the soul, leaving visitors to grapple with the unnerving sensation that they are not merely observing history, but rather being watched by the very spirits that haunt the hotel's shadow