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…
A Gift From Beyond: A Welcome Gift From the Whittier
While taking over security at Detroit’s historic Whittier Hotel, a guided tour reveals forgotten penthouses, famous guests, a protective falcon, and a mysterious book that seems to bridge fate and history.
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 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.
The Light in the Attic
“One lone attic light glowed over the Detroit River, turning the silent Whittier into a lighthouse guiding us toward something we weren’t prepared to find.”
The Ghostly “Girlfriend” VS My Wife
“In the empty Whittier kitchen, my phone rang clear as day—right up until my wife demanded to know who the woman talking beside me was. Too bad the only ‘woman’ there was a ghost.”
The Ghost Hunt
“Our ghost hunt at the Whittier seemed harmless—until the recordings revealed crashing dishes and shadowy figures in a building that hadn’t held life in years.”