Legend has it that if you park on the bridge near Tacoma Lake facing the trees and honk three times, the ghost of a Native American woman will appear. She is alluring and dressed in white. The Great Spirit has placed her on the island to protect her beauty. She’s lonely, so she will motion for you to follow her into the woods. Occasionally, she’s mistaken for a white deer meandering the island.

Elmwood Cemetery is the site of the Battle of Bloody Run, an ambush by Chief Pontiac’s army on British soldiers. The bodies of fallen British caused the nearby creek to run red with blood, resulting in its present name. As one of Michigan’s oldest cemeteries, it’s known to be one of the best ghost hunting locations in Detroit.

Having worked as a Union spy, archeologist, and superintendent of Yellowstone National Park, the life of Philetus Norris sounds like that of a folk hero. Past and present owners of the Two Way Inn, his former business and residence, say his cowboy-like ghost has been seen keeping watch over the place, protecting it from arson.

According to the depths of the internet, mystical master Harry Houdini’s ghost wanders the Majestic. He gave one of his last performances (but not THE last) at the theater in 1926, then promptly died. We can’t prove a single part of this true, but Harry Houdini seems like the kind of guy who could orchestrate a haunting.

Since the very beginnings of Detroit, this creepy red gnome with bad hygiene has be popping up to cause mischief. He is said to have cursed Antoine de la Mothe Cadillac and Chief Pontiac, and caused the 1805 fire and the 1967 riot. Finding this little guy means doom in the near future. These days, Detroiters kick off a yearly march at Traffic Jam and Snug to ward off the notorious Detroit icon.

If the rumors are true, the Masonic is something like ghost Cedar Point. Anything ghosts enjoy doing—slamming doors, reenacting their deaths, pantsing—has been said to happen here. With 12M sq/ft filled with creepy Mason decorations, you can’t blame them for making the most of it.

Despite being Detroit’s best hotel in 1927 (Jimmy Hoffa and the Purple Gang were said to be regulars), the Leland exists today as a notoriously terrifying flophouse/underground club spot. Highlights include the now-shuttered fourth floor lounge, basement, and sub-basement. Although many have died in the Leland over time, the living sound just as concerning.

One-eyed and homeless, Al spent most nights drunkenly harassing the patrons of Fort Shelby. He drowned in the Shelby’s basement when it flooded with sewage. His ghost is known to loiter just outside the hotel.

The Detroit Journal building and most of its inhabitants died in 1895 when a boiler exploded. The building was destroyed. What was left of it caught on fire. Notably, the building engineer was not one of the 37 people that died. It was assumed he was not at his post at the time of the explosion, and he was arrested.

Although its condition suggests having endured a lengthy siege, Fort Wayne has never actually seen any sort of battle. It did house displaced people, both in the Great Depression and the 12th Street Riots. As with any crumbling historic structure, general creepiness pervades.