The Werewolves of Whitefish Have Returned…
In the chilling winter of 1897, something ancient was unearthed beneath the northern ridge… and the howls have never stopped. This October, climb aboard our haunted hayride and descend into the dark legend of the Werewolves of Whitefish. Twisted timber mines. Flickering lanterns. Red eyes glowing in the dark. You’ll hear the screams before you see them…
Ride if you dare. But don’t look it in the eyes…