The Whittier: A Testament to Detroit History and Hauntings
The Whittier sets along the Detroit River and has finally been resurrected after years of neglect. She is being painstakingly restored to her former glory and remains a historical gem.…
Haunted Hotel Ghost Stories: The Spirits Trapped in Time
Joyce, the caretaker, spent thirty days sharing the haunting history of this historic property. Some accounts date back to the building's earliest days, while others involve more recent sightings. Most…
Haunted Hotel Patrol: Security Guard’s Paranormal Encounter
I was the first security officer assigned to the Whittier. My father was the sales rep for the hotel. Before I began working for his company, I worked for a…
The Legend of Oscar: The Protective Ghost of Dearborn
The story of Oscar is a chilling account of a protective ghost that has followed my aunt’s friend, Doreen, since the 1970's. It began shortly after Doreen and her husband…
I Was Dead For 14 Seconds
Submitted by: Tye About 10 years ago I was having some pretty severe health issues. My doctor sent me straight for cardiac testing. It wasn't good. They knew I was…
The Man in the Doorway: A True Detroit Haunting
The Man in the Doorway My family lived in Detroit when I was a child. Our street had a Catholic church on the corner and a funeral home right in…
Slender Man
One night many years ago, we tried to get my mom to watch the Slender Man movie with us. She became very agitated and adamantly refused to watch it. She…
The Devil’s Territory
When I was very young, my family lived in Adelanto California. I don't know why it was called that, but looking back, I would definitely call it a ghetto. It…
The Whistling Ghost of the Whittier
I wasn’t a believer. Not really. But the Whittier didn’t care.
It started with a tune in the wind — faint, playful, like someone whistling just out of sight. I told myself it was the river, or maybe my music mixing with the breeze. Logical. But when I mentioned it to the road supervisor, his face went pale. “There’s a story,” he said. “About a ghost that whistles.”
That night, I walked the corridor without music. I heard it again. Clear. Intentional. I said aloud, “How are you doing tonight?” And that must’ve been the invitation. The whistling came more often. It followed me. It moved through the building like it knew the place better than I did. And maybe it did.
The Poolside Ghost: The Moment I Realized the Whittier Was Haunted
I lifted my camera toward the pool atrium and snapped a picture. As the screen drifted out of focus, she appeared—a little girl in an old‑fashioned dress, leaning against the railing and staring straight at me. The moment the screen sharpened, she vanished. I didn’t see her again until days later, in a different hallway, and that was when I realized she hadn’t just been passing through. She’d been watching me.