Traveler, I took a trip to Indiana in November. I spoke on a panel with Sam Baltrusis, Bob Freeman, and B.D. Prince, regarding writing books in the paranormal genre. I wanted to take a moment to thank the Mysteries of the Fort Symposium, created by Bree Hollingshead and Nick Carboni, for having me out there. It was my first time in the Midwest past the state of Ohio.
On a snowy September evening, so snowy that Michigan saw upwards of a foot of powder, I set off towards the state line with an appointment at a haunted bed and breakfast the next night.
Saginaw was fun, Traveler! I met up with a friend, took in some go-kart racing and miniature golf, and accidentally won a door prize at a pinball tournament I entered on a whim!
I finished second-to-last in the tournament. But I’m getting ahead of myself. This story isn’t about my pithy one-million points on a Starship Troopers machine. This is a story about going to Hell. For that, we need to travel to a small Michigan ghost town.
I drove a rented Chevy Spark in the snow from the Indiana/Michigan border towards Ann Arbor one beautiful Monday morning. From there, I redirected to the sleepy little town of Hell itself. When I arrived, I parked next to an icy tundra that was a miniature golf course.
Yes, Hell had frozen over.
This is a common and fun saying for the locals, wherever they are, according to Wikipedia. I think my favorite part of the Hell Wikipedia is that there are several origins for why the town is named Hell. (Find out more inside the Medium page!)
Read More, and for more adventures, check out the rest of Destination Spooky!
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