Cry Baby Bridge

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on June 8, 2009 by archinbolt

Perhaps the most viral of all urban legends is the “Cry Baby Bridge.” It’s more than just a few here and a few there. According to ghost writer Chris Woodyard, there is at least one haunted bridge story for each Ohio County, some with more. Indeed, Ohio has more bridges that any other state in the US. There is a website devoted to some of the most famous cry baby bridges throughout the state.

Closer to Cincinnati than many cry baby bridge legends is Maude Hughes Road in West Chester, Ohio. The bridge passes 25 feet high over a railroad line. While there is a completely logical explanation for the sound of crying being heard near the bridge, people tend to ignore that and create their own stories. According to C.R.A.P.S., a tri-state urban legend investigation team, the original bridge had grooves in it that sounded like someone screaming when a vehicle drove over it.

But, again, people tend to ignore these details and instead create elaborate stories to scare people with. As far as the bridge goes, the rumors have gone from a man being killed by an exploding locomotive, to a women being shoved over while in an argument with her boyfriend.

The second most popular story is that of a newborn baby being tossed over the bridge by her mother followed by the hanging herself.  Who would make that up? Some people just have sick minds.

The main surviving legend with the bridge is as follows: Years ago a guy and girl’s car stalled on top of the bridge. The dude got out to get help while the chick stayed. I’ll give you one guess as to what happened with the guy came back to the car. Yup, the girl was dead. She was hanging on the bridge above the tracks. Pretty original, eh? The man then died soon after with unexplained causes. To this day, many people say if you go to the bridge you can hear the ghosts’ conversations, then a woman’s scream followed by a man’s scream.

I read C.R.A.P.S. investigation of the bridge and according to their website, there are 36 accounts of people dying on or around the bridge.

Google can find a cry baby bridge for every state in the U.S. It may be the single most copied ghost story of all time. It’s an infectious urban myth that seems to take on the snowball effect, especially in the state with more bridges than any other state.

But of all the people I talked to who went there, none of them heard or saw anything, myself included.


The Powder Factory

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on June 2, 2009 by archinbolt

I still remember the fist time I ever drove past the Peters Cartridge Powder Factory on Grandin Road in Kings Mill, Ohio. I had been living in Warren County for a few months and working at the then Paramount owned Kings Island. After work some friends and I met up at Wendy’s to grab some food and dick around. A couple of guys told us about the factory down the road so me and another girl went to check it out.

I’ve never asked so much out of my ’95 Buick Century before. I drove her away from that place in true NASCAR style.

But, as with most things, the sun shines a brand new light on the abandoned factory. In the day, there is a bike trail filled with people and heavy traffic passing by the roadway.

In fact, calling it abandoned, as most people do, isn’t accurate at all. The building is home to multiple businesses including an art studio (click here for the artist’s website). Not to mention there are dozens of stray cats that call the place home.

The factory opened in the 1880’s. Actually, that’s debatable. I’ve  read it was built even earlier,in the 1860’s, and even supplied cannonballs and ammunition to the Union Army in the Civil War.

While it is commonly known as “The Powder Factory,” it didn’t make any gun powder. The gun powder was actually made across the Little Miami River at the Kings Powder facility. Instead, the Peters Cartridge Factory made shotgun shells as well as rifle an pistol cartridges.

While the facility was destroyed in an explosion in 1890, it was rebuilt and not surprisingly did extremely well business during World War I an II.

In the 1950’s Seagrams bought the factory and used it as a warehouse for storage and whatnot. However, during the 1970’s is when the building began to face its’ fate.

While it was frequently vandalized, Landmark Renaissance Corporation purchased the site in 1979. They did some refurbishing and nominated the site on the National Register of Historic Places. Landmark named the site the Kings Mill Technical Center.

Then LensCrafters occupied parts of the site from 1987 to 1993. However, during LensCrafters management era, chemicals were discharged to the septic system resulting in soil and ground water contamination. It was finally cleaned up in 1993.

Ever since the vandalism began in the 70’s, it hasn’t stopped. With 24/7 police patrol, and rumors of gang and cult meetings on the inside, teenagers still brave the the area.

In fact, YouTube has a six part video of kids playing a game of paintball inside the factory. Just type in “factory paintball” to view find them.I found this photo on my former teacher's facebook page.

In addition, there have been rap videos and movies filmed here. My high school biology teacher starred in the television thriller, “The Factory,” later renamed “I found this photo on my former teacher's facebook page.Ghost Factory.” Apparently they ran out of money while filming it under the title “The Factory” and once they finished it they decided to rename it. I’m pretty sure he died early on in the movie, so saying he starred in it is a stretch.

To put it bluntly,this place is an old factory with windows shattered in on every side. It use to produce gun cartridges and had multiple explosion accidents resulting in injuries or death to many people. Rumors about this place being haunted are inevitable.

In fact, there is even a website that has a photo that supposedly shows a face in one of the busted out windows. I say supposedly because I cannot for the life of me make out a face through the pix-elated, enlarged photo. Then again, I struggle to find the man in the moon on a regular basis.

You be your own judge. But even if you do see a face, remember this… This building is not abandoned. There are businesses who have space rented out in it for whatever reason, not to mention at any given time you have high school kids roaming through it. So maybe it’s the face of one of those people, if it is one, that was captured.

Check it out for yourself by clicking here. It’s the last picture on the page, but don’t cheat yourself. Look at them all, they’re great.

For a story from the Cincinnati Enquirer on the factory, click here.

Where did I find this information?

Some more amazing photos as well as first hand accounts of the Factory are available here.

Taking the Buell by the Horns

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on May 28, 2009 by archinbolt

 I’m not sure what it is with Colerain Township, but that area is absolutely loaded with urban legends. Within a few miles apart of each other you have the ghost of Amy on Lick Road, Munchkinville, Highway to Heaven ghost stories, and last but not least, the legend of Buell Road.buell road 013

The road curves around multiple times past numerous houses, before straightening out for a couple hundred yards. This straightened portion is surrounded by dense woods on each side. The legend says that if you stop on this straight away and flash your lights three times, and then leave them off, a boy on a bike will appear around the corner behind your car. If he reaches you before you turn your lights on again, you will die in seven days.

Sounds straight out of Hollywood to me. The popular movie The Ring which starred Naomi Watts had the same theme to it where if you watched this creepy video you would die in seven days. Then in the movie ingeniously titled Seven Days to Live, the characters in it see signs of their impending death in, you guessed it, seven days. The whole seven days to live theory seems to be a popular scare tactic.

I drove out to Buell Road one afternoon, because once again I’m not looking to get murdered any time soon. I parked on the side of the road right before the straight away, got out of my car and walked. It was a little bit creepy, but mainly because there is no sidewalk and I was worried a car would come zooming down the road and turn me into another legend that haunts the road.

The road was covered buell road 015with skid marks. Could it be from people peeling out late at night when they see a boy on the bike pedaling towards them? My guess would be no. But it may have something to with the fact that both sides of the road were littered with beer cans and forties. However, that would only make the number two spot on my list. My number one guess would be cars dodging deer or other animals popping out of the woods.buell road 019

As I made it halfway down the straight away I got to a roadside memorial site. “May 29, 2007”. I was two days early for the two year anniversary of 14-year-old Lauren Dietz and 15-year-old Miranda Phelps’ death. The two were students at Northwest High School. The site was highly decorated.  For more on the accident click here.

That crash site was the closest I came to any ghosts. However, there was nothing creepy at all about this road any more. It was sad. I don’t know how long skid marks last, but it made me begin to wonder which set belonged to the car Lauren and Miranda were in.

As I made my way back to my car, there was a black SUV that had recently passed me that was barreling down the road towards me…in reverse. “Ok, now this is creepy” I thought.  As I reached my car, a middle aged man with glasses and a mustache pulled up next to me with his window down and asked, “Are you OK, ma’am?”He must have seen me walking away from the memorial site. I told him yes, we exchanged smiles, and he drove off. I started my car and did the same.

As I pulled off, I thought about how I had never felt so far out of harm’s way around a supposed haunted area. Buell Road is bull****.  There is no spooky haunting, but rather a sad memorial site for two girls that died too young.

R.I.P Lauren and Miranda.

Kings Island

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on May 21, 2009 by archinbolt

It’s been four years since I worked at Kings Island, but the stories of ghost that haunt the park are even older and still going strong. There are probably half a dozen legends, maybe more, but I am going to talk about two of the most prominent.

 First there is Racer Boy. I had never actually heard of this one, but my old boss at the park, who is now my best friend, worked there for six years and told me with 100 % certainty that it’s bogus.

Apparently, the train cars on the Racers roller coaster ride originally belonged to a ride at Coney Island called the Shooting Star. A long time ago a young boy was found dead on the tracks of the Shooting Star, killed by the train cars. The question is did the ghost of this young boy travel with those train cars all the way to King’s Island?

I logged onto the Kings Island Central website and created an account so I could find out what the obsessive theme park fans had to say about the ghost of Kings Island. I figured if anyone knew the stories and their origins, it would be those nerds. I don’t mean to offend anyone by calling them nerds, but after working at a theme park I learned there is a specific type of person who spends all day at a theme park then goes home to talk about it on a theme park forum. Just as there are computer nerds and video game nerds, there are roller coaster nerds. It’s just a fact of life. Anyways, here’s what one person had to say about Racer Boy.

“Last year I was on the racer in the back right seat on the blue racer. All of a sudden we stop, almost to the top of the lift hill. About three trains pass us and I decide I will look behind too see if anybody was coming. So I turn around to see a little Boy around eight or nine in white pajamas (looked to be). He starts climbing up the lift hill, on the sides of course, and I was very curious. As he gets about halfway up, he almost seems to start disappearing, and as a matter of fact he was! He was walking level up the stairs, slowly disappearing until he disappears just as he gets to our car.” ~ CincinnatiCyclone

I have a few other close friends who are managers at the park, and they all agree. This story is nothing but folklore.

The second ghost story is originates from a true story, but has branched off over the past 20 years into a few different versions.

Back in 1983, on Friday the 13 as ironic as that may seem, John Harter was enjoying Kings Island grad night. After a little too much to drink he decided to climb up the Eiffel Tower. All of that is fact. Now here is where the story takes two turns. One version says he fell down the elevator shaft, while another claims that the elevator wires decapitated him.  Either way, John did in fact die that night.

To this day, people say Tower Johnny haunts both the Eiffel Tower and the Beast rollercoaster. Why the Beast? Well, that’s where the elevator cables that are said to have beheaded Johnny are stored.

 “Well, I was riding The Beast when it was completely dark, there was even some fog in the woods and it just had a kind of creepy feeling. When we went through the second tunnel, you couldn’t even see your hand right in front of your face, but then I saw a whitish/clearish hand right in front of me that came from the left side where I was sitting. Even my friend saw it and it was downright creepy. The only explanation we could come up with was that it had to be Tower Johnny.” ~Anonymous

“I can’t remember a time when Johnny would reveal himself in a way that guests would be aware of him; he certainly wanted the crew to know he was around. His favorite tricks were closing/opening the elevator doors. Sending elevators up/down on their own, elevators stopping during transit. Mostly just the ride performing operations that no one instructed it to and no explanation-even from maintenance.” ~Unknown

I remember my boss taking me for a walk out in the woods behind The Beast to show me the Tower Johnny cables. The cables, just lying in the grass beside the maintenance vehicle roadway, were covered in rust, not blood.

And as for the tower haunting, I worked on the Eiffel Tower a few times and never saw anything unusual. My friends and I have decades of combined years working at the park, and not a single one of us has ever observed anything to put any truth to these stories.

Big Buzz from Tiny Town: Aka Munchkinville

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on May 18, 2009 by archinbolt

                I first heard about Munchkinville from my brother back when I was in high school. He told me that there was a town near Rumpke Dump in Colerain where evil midgets lived. He even claimed that one chased him and his friends with a shotgun when they tried to scope it out one night.

I asked around at school and sure enough, others had heard about it, too. As it turns out, the supposed town was near the ghost of Amy on Lick Road, only a few miles apart from each other. So my friends and I decided to kill two birds with one stone one night back in high school. We did this multiple times. We never did see anyone, but then again we didn’t walk around as many people claimed to have done.

However, I do remember vividly in my mind seeing a couple tiny houses on the side of the road, one in particular was red. But as I made a new trip out there, I could not find anything! I got so frustrated with myself. I drove up and down every side road and down and back Bank Road twice.

Soon I was running out of gas and patience. With my tank and stomach both on empty, and gas selling for $2.40 a gallon, I opted to fill up the latter and ditch my search.

I found pictures online of the place, and there’s no way in hell I could have missed it if it was still there. I went in broad daylight and drove up and down every road and side road in the area. I’m convinced it has been bulldozed. That or the little people packed up and skipped town.

Of course, truth is there has never been a true Munchkinville here in Cincinnati, at least not one that holds up to the standards of the urban legend gossip.

In fact, Munchkinville is actually Handle Bar Ranch.  The late Cincinnati Post ran a story uncovering the truth about the legend years ago.  

Apparently, a couple, Anna and Percy Ritter, moved out to the 30-acre farm in Colerain Township in 1940. They lived up the side of the hill that looked down onto Handle Bar Ranch, which the two built and added their own artistic style to. One day Percy brought home some school bells and left them by the edge of the road, and with that the legend was born.

Kids would drive by at night and stop to ring the bell. When the Ritter’s would come out on their porch they looked pretty small to the kids way up the hill.

For the full Cincinnati Post story with far more details than I’m giving you, Click Here.

While many people claim to have seen crazy little people chasing them with weapons, Munchkinville has never existed in the way we have all been told.

If you’re interested in more details about Munchkinville, check out these sites.

This isn’t the best site for information, but there are a few photos, though not of good quality.

There is no information here yet, but I’m sure they will have something soon.

Amy: Lick Road

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on May 6, 2009 by archinbolt



I’m willing to wager all the cash in my purse that there’s not a single native to Cincinnati between the ages of 15-30 that hasn’t heard of or searched for Amy on Lick Road.

If you or someone you know hasn’t, then congratulations. You’ve won a whopping $1.36 in change. Consider this my IOU.

According to the legend, Amy was murdered by her boyfriend on Lick Road. If you drive to the dead eamy-004nd, turn your car off, and flash your lights three times (or honk your horn according to some variations), one of three things will supposedly happen, depending on who you ask. You will hear Amy’s scream from the woods, her ghost will appear from the woods, or your car will fog up and the word “help” will appear on your window.

Most people my age have made at least one visit, if not multiple to the end of that winding road. It’s an unofficial high school tradition for every student in the city. Although the point was to catch a glimpse of Amy, I have a suspicion that everyone is secretly but pleasantly surprised to leave after seeing nothing more than an empty, dark field.

There is a rumor that the guard rail has blood on it. All I found was red paint.

There is a rumor that the guard rail has blood on it. All I found was red paint.

While many people claim they have had encounters with Amy, nothing has been documented. Here are a couple of firsthand accounts.

“The last time I went there I was like 17. We were playing “padiddle” in the car and the guys were in their underwear! When we got there, we decided to get out and walk to try to look brave. Before we knew it, three cars pulled up and we ran to the car and they tried to trap us back there! “

“I went there over late summer/early fall of last year and unfortunately, I didn’t hear or see anything unusual.”

I personally made well over a dozen trips with my friends in high school and never saw anything. But I pretty sure I single-handedly made believers out of four people with me.

Not long after getting my license, I borrowed my mom’s car over summer vacation to pick up my friends and go see a movie. Only when I told my mom we were seeing a movie, I meant we were going to drive around all night looking to shit to do.

Thank god she never checked the odometer. I racked up over a hundred mile in just one night on a few occasions.

Anyways, we went to the end of Lick Road. I kept my battery on, and as my friends were looking around, I slipped the car into drive. After we had flashed the lights, honked the horn and nothing was happening, it was a unanimous decision to get the hell out of that creepy dead end.

Again, unbenounced to my friends, my car was in drive, not park, therefore it was not going to start. I turned my key and nothing happened. They thought I was messing with them, so whoever was riding shotgun turned my keys and again nothing happened. When they realized the car wouldn’t start they started freaking out, yelling and cursing. Well, during their meltdown I slipped the car back into park, started it up and peeled out of there.

I decided to make another trip out to Lick Road, this time in the light of day. No, I wasn’t scared, I’m just not stupid. After all, how smart would it be for a young girl to drive around a dead end road in the dead of niamy-006ght?

As I pulled up it definitely smelled like a murder scene. But in fact it was merely a dead bird of some sort baking in the sun. As I got out of the car I heard a familiar sound. A couple kids were riding dirt bikes just beyond the “No Trespassing” sign on the right side path.amy-008

I walked down the alternative pathway, ignoring the “No Trespassing” sign myself, to the place where Amy’s body was supposedly ditched. It was a bridge built on top of an old train track bridge, probably no more than 30 feet high.

I saw nothing, and had no creepy feelings.

In the end, I think it’s because of people like me that these stories even stick around. As annoying as it is that people literally believe in them, I tricked my friends into thinking something spooky was going on. I could have easily done nothing, and nothing would have happened, and that would be that. But what’s the fun in that?

It’s like using a Ouija board. There’s something intrinsically satisfying about being the punk that moves the pointer with your own hands, all while swearing on your grandmothers grave that you weren’t doing anything.

Ghost in the Graveyard

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 27, 2009 by archinbolt

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I remember a game I use to play called “ghost in the graveyard.” It was an alternative game of tag neighborhood kids played at night over our summer vacations in grade school.

A group of us would sit around an assigned home base while “it” would go hide. The group would then start the count, getting louder with each hour.

“One o’clock, the ghost is out to get ya! Two o’clock, the ghost is out to get ya!”

As we lied on our backs in our pretend graves, staring up at the stars, we chanted all the way up to twelve o’clock.

“Midnight, the ghost is gonna get ya!”

We ran, searching for whoever was “it”, and when someone spotted them they would scream, “Ghost in the graveyard!”

Everyone would then race back to home base trying to avoid being tagged, and thus becoming “it.”

Most people played this game in their backyard or throughout their neighborhood. Well, I was no different. It just so happened that my friends backyard was an actually graveyard.

At 733 acres, Spring Grove Cemetery is the second largest cemetery in the United States, just behind Arlington National. I remember hearing all through high school and even up until recently that the same place my parents unleashed me as a child was home to some of the creepiest hauntings in the city.

You mean to tell me my loving parents trusted my well-being with satanic spirits? With mothers and fathers day quickly approaching, I may have to rethink my gifts.

The cemetery has many supposed hauntings, but perhaps the most well known is lot 100 and the Dexter Memorial. The story goes something like this.

Spring Grove 3First, the Dexter Memorial. It was designed in the 1860’s by Cincinnati architect James Keyes Wilson. The Sainte Chapelle in Paris, France, was the inspriration behind its’ design. It is the resting place of German immigrant Mr. Dexter and his family.


Rumor has it, if you sit on the stairs of the memorial,  two glowing white dogs will run by, sometimes stopping to stare at you.

I decided to try it out for myself. I sat on the stairs, eating my Frischs tuna sandwhich, and waited. Just when I was about to call it quits and move onto my next location, something came around the corner.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” I thought to myself. Spring Grove Dog

It was a white dog. A beagle to be exact, on a leash, walking with its’ owner. Not exactly the glowing beast I was looking for, but I couldn’t restrain myself from laughing at the irony.

I then made my way over to lot 100, where the rumor is there is a grave marker with real eyes.

The marker is for Charles Breuer and contains a bronze bust of his head with some pretty realitic eyes. Legend has it Breuer was an optomitrist and was obsessed with his eyes. So obsessed that it was his dying wish to have his eyes removed upon his death and put into the statue on his gravemarker.













People say that the eyes follow you as you walk around it, but I kept a dead stare on him as I walked around and could not get him to make any eye contact with me. 

The eyes are pretty creepy, especially close up. But if you think they are real, I have one word for you. Decomposition. Think about what a pair of eyes would look like years and years after death? I didn’t want to disrespect the marker, so I didn’t touch the eyes, but I got as close as I could and agreed with most skeptics that they are just glass.

I’ve been going to Spring Grove for almost two decades now, and I have yet to see anything that resembles a ghost. No orbs showed up in any of my pictures on this trip, and the only thing I made eye contact with was that beagle, who, of course, was not the glowing white ghost dog I was supposed to observe.

 Well mom and dad, looks like you’ll be receiving a cheesy hallmark card in the near future after all. Consider yourselves lucky to have such a skeptic of a daughter.


Want to take a trip to Spring Grove? Here is a map of the cemetary to help you find these makers and more!

Here are some sights I found useful information at.