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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.

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.

Rose Hill’s Hitchhiking Ghost

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on April 25, 2009 by archinbolt


Rose Hill 1Legend has it, Rose Hill Cemetery in Mason, Ohio is home to some creepy activity. What do you know? A haunted cemetery. How very original.

So I’m trying to keep an open mind about this one, but the story behind it is one that has been done over far too many times. To call it a cliché is putting it lightly.

The story goes that years ago a girl was on her way to prom but tragically did not make it. She died on Mason-Montgomery Road in front of the cemetery and still roams around looking for a ride to prom. If you pick her up, she vanishes when you go to let her out.

Well, with it being prom season and all I thought I’d take a stroll to good old Rose Hill to see what’s up. I went during the day to scope it out and get some pictures and it seemed like a peaceful, quaint lot. Nearly half the graves, if not more, were tastefully decorated with flowers and/or American flags.

But, as everyone knows, ghosts don’t come out during the day. Therefore, I went back around midnight to see if I could help the poor girl make it to her dance. To no surprise, I found nothing. Then again, who ever heard of a prom held on a Thursday night? Maybe I should have done my drive by on a Friday or Saturday.

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Because I couldn’t find anything on my own, I spoke with Rose Hill Cemetery superintendent, Brent. I was hoping he could shed some light on the origins of this story. Brent has been the superintendent at Rose Hill for 20 years now. To this day, he has never observed any ghostly activity. In fact, he has never even heard of the female ghost who walks along the cemetery perimeter trying to hitchhike her way to prom. He did, however, have a story.

 The last super intendent at Rose Hill was working in the office one afternoon when an old woman came in. She asked him if he could help her find the grave of Rebecca McClung. He proceeded to lookup the plot of the grave, but when he turned back to tell the women, she was gone.

Later on that night while he was at the Mason historical society, he saw a picture on the wall that looked eerily familiar. He asked someone who the picture was of and they answered that it was Mrs. McClung. She was murdered in 1901 by her husband, but because of his high status in the community, he got off. Shocked, he responded that the same woman had been in his office earlier that day asking for the location of her own grave.

Brent said he has heard a few other stories from other people about an old woman dressed in white wondering around the cemetery. But again, in 20 years he has never seen anything. The only proof there is to offer is hearsay, and that is not proof at all.

Spend a little time on a search engine and you’ll find that every city has a nameless girl still trying to find her way to prom years after her death. It’s folklore, passed on from generation to generation. As for Mrs. McClung, well, I don’t believe half of what I hear and I usually need to see it with my own two eyes at least twice.