Hey fellow Michigander! I love it up there! Grandma used to have a place outside Manistee in the woods. Before the prison was build, we would
spend summers up there.
I loved how scary it was at night! Grandma always got mad when we would sneak out. She'd tell us we could get eaten by bears, or other things. But
she would never say what she meant by "other things"
Maybe it was Werewolves?