“Perhaps Michigan is shaped like a mitten because it holds onto things… long after they should be gone. It’s the state that doesn’t let go.”
-Unknown
Isolated within the chilly confines of the Great Lakes, Michigan doesn’t announce its ghost stories. Not loudly, at least. Not in ways that demand attention. It keeps them quietly—in forests, in water, in the spaces where something happened once… and never fully resolved. Continue reading “Whispers in the Mitten”