America's Most Haunted Page #2

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going to happen anyway.

So it's nice.

Did I hear something

about Michigan?

Alright.

Next up, we have.

Saqwasibi Fine Arts Camp.

A secluded artist school and

retreat center in northern Michigan.

A 5 mile, one lane dirt road that

winds through the dense forest

is in fact the only way

in or out of Saqwasibi.

Mid 1800s.

Michigan's logging industry was booming.

Making more people rich than

any gold rush out west ever would.

The George family fortune

was made here.

Ralph George.

Owner and operator of Saqwasibi,

which is band his family since

it's original construction in 1852.

Ralph George, Owner

- This is a Saqwasibi hotel.

It's no longer a

logging camp but

the houses, the structures, the grounds

are pretty much the same.

Except for some basic upgrades,

a few modifications

Well the camp is remained

relatively unchanged,

it certainly has seen

it's share of disturbances.

Our story really begins in 1859.

When a lumberjack by

the name of Pierre Boutierre

killed a whole bunch

of people.

All of them right here

in this hotel.

A serious change in behavior for

Mr Boutierre was first noted

during an incident involving

some of the children of the camp.

The children used to like to

play around Boutierre's cabin

One day, one of them,

accidentally I am sure,

threw a rock and it went

through his window.

Pierre just lost it,

he really lost it.

Well... all of a sudden, Pierre

tears out the of the cabin.

And he's carrying a

fire place log in his hand.

And he begins to

beat the kids up,

and he be actually breaks

a couple of their bones.

He nearly killed one of them

before he was stopped.

The community brought

Mr Boutierre

before the foreman and

the other heads of the camp.

Well, it was right here in this

very room that they had their

gatherings and their meetings.

So it's probably in this very room

that they had their questioning or trial.

They decided it was best to

ask Mr Boutierre to leave

on the next wagon out of town.

Much of the logging was

done in the winter months

because it was easier to

sled the lumber down

to the river's bank

and then wait for the foreman

and rafted down the river

But this year was a

particularly tough winter.

Bad patch and they were

completely snowed in.

Nothing went in or out

of that camp.

Boutierre was asked to

stay in his quarters

until the roads were passable.

Guess they, they never thought

they needed to lock him down.

There've never been

an incident like this before

He was a man.

A quiet man, very quiet man.

They certainly never anticipated

what was going to happen next.

That night,

Pierre left his quarters.

Got an axe.

He snapped.

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