Archive for Colerain Township

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.


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.