Forester Inn - Real Haunt in Carsonville MI

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  My Family used to own the Forester Inn

  My grandmother owned the Forester Inn many years ago and my uncle lived on site. I'm from California, the only one in my family, but moved to Michigan a few years ago. My families cottage is just a little further down the road from the bar. As a kid when I would come visit (the bar was sold when I was really really young) we'd always stay at the cottage. My cousin's used to tell me stories, but I just tossed it up as a story. Many years later, when I moved here, the first trip we made to the cottage my mom and my uncle's blindsided me with their stories about their experiences at the bar, the house across the street, and the water. I won't disclose specifics, but my the time they were done I had to pick my jaw up off the floor. What was even more shocking was who it was coming from. One Uncle was a great story teller, but my other uncle and my mom have no capacity for story telling or believing in anything paranormal. They each had their own experienced at different times. All from footsteps and knocking and no one being at the door. To a vaguely lit window in the house across the street, sometimes with a silhouette in it. I'll try and share more at a later time, but this is legit. I'm not sure if it's still as active as it once was, but at a time there's no doubt.

  Posted 1/17/23

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  Holy shit

  I went to this place one time with my parents. We were headed up from Florida and going to Port Austin. I was about 17 and we went into this restaurant. As soon as i walked in I couldn't help but notice the amount of taxidermy. Most of the taxidermy is also amateurly done.. there was even bits of rotten flesh on the newest addition (a cat). There was no one in it besides one man. He was standing on the bar looking straight up at the ceiling with his arms spread. His name tag said "Ray". Without looking over at us he said "Wanna hear my specials?". None of us said a peep and he goes "Your soul is the only thing on the menu." then started giggling in a high pitched tone. I started to think that was weird so we all walked out. Then the owner of the Indian American store next door kicked his own front door window out. He comes out the door with 2 machetes and says "what the hell you doing here? You wanna see me get real darn crazy?" And had no pants on. I got my ass in our van so fast you wouldn't believe it. We ended up staying at the campground down the road that night. We heard voices too close to our camper that night. We left and the next day we found a bloodied napkin stuck in our fender. It had "the chains are on" written in blood on it.

  Posted 9/4/20

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  Forester Inn

  My close relative lives very close to forester inn. I would often eat there several times during the summer. At night I would watch in the windows of forester inn and would often see movement in the shadows. Behind the forester inn is a hidden pathway to the beach. The dock on that beach is the dock Minnie Quay killed herself on. I’ve spent many days of my childhood within the area and this building and I have felt a ghastly presence quite often while there. There is a very small neighborhood behind the forester inn and many of the residents truly seemed to be affected deeply by this “presence” the area had.

  Posted 2/23/20

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