Local Urban Legends: Lucy Run Cemetery Road

I first heard of this place just the other day when I was visiting some members of my wife’s family who live on the road. The story I was told was that it was the most haunted road in Ohio. It got its name from a girl named Lucy, who a long time ago lived near where the road is now and she was engaged to a guy. She caught him cheating and in a fit of anger she took off on a horse in the night, riding through the creek to get away. Somehow she fell off the horse and died in the creek, and her body was never found. But now her ghost hangs out all up and down the road. My wife’s cousin who lives there, lives right alongside the creek. He also said he often hears his name being called when nobody is around, but he passes it off as other stuff.

I did some research and found this video and another story that more people typically tell, and it says this all took place in 1806 and she was engaged, but her soon-to-be came to the house one stormy night to tell her he had fallen in love with another woman and was going to be with her, not Lucy. He then left the house quickly and she went after him, out into the storm. She missed the bridge crossing the creek and the high waters washed her off of her horse and she drowned.

She does have a grave at the nearby cemetery, so I’m guessing the first story I heard was only mostly true. And as far as I know, this story is mostly urban legend and folklore, but the street is named Lucy Run cemetery Road, so maybe there is truth to the story.

Other variations exist, saying she was bucked off of her horse, or she was washed away by the deep creek waters. One thing is for sure, there are a lot of people who claim that she can be seen running from her grave, down the hill, across the road, and into the creek. I haven’t seen her do that, but to be fair I’ve only been on the road once.

Regardless if this one is true or not, it’s a cool tale and one that could easily be checked out. Maybe one day I’ll go down there and give it a proper haunt hunt.

The road is off of 132 in Batavia, OH. If you go, be respectful. People live there.

That War-Torn Hamilton House

Over a decade ago my dad was living in Hamilton, OH, the city where he was born and grew up. He had long since moved away from there, but at that particular time he had moved back to Ohio and needed a place to live. He found a guy had turned his basement into an apartment and was renting it out, so my dad wound up living there for a short time. While living there, he had more than a few creepy experiences.

When he first moved in he was laying in his bed, in the basement, reading a book. Suddenly he heard a loud BOOM that shook the house. He thought there was a gasoline delivery truck that exploded just down the street. He said the noise was deafening. He got out of bed and looked outside, to see a bunch of people in a neighboring yard hanging out and having fun, looking as if they hadn’t heard a thing.

A short while later he heard the same boom, and again nobody else outside seemed to be bothered by it. Not wanting to sound crazy, he kept it to himself.

One day he was on the main floor in the kitchen washing dishes. He felt someone walk behind him and bump into him. He figured it was the guy who he was renting from just messing with him. He chuckled, set what he was washing down in the sink, and went into the living room to find that man laying back in a recliner, sleeping. My dad told me the man was sickly and couldn’t move too fast, so it quite obviously wasn’t him.

He then noticed the door leading to the attic standing wide open and the light at the top of the attic steps on. The door was in the dining room, and the dining room was in between the kitchen and the living room. The man who owned the house stored nothing in the attic, and it was completely empty. The light switch was at the bottom of the steps by the door. My dad, wondering who was up there, climbed the stairs just far enough to look into the attic and saw nobody was up there. He went back down, turned the light off and shut the door.

A little while later, he noticed the door was open and the light was on. Again, he went up, saw nobody, and came back downstairs. He shut the light off and closed the door. The man he rented from was awake, so he told the guy about it and the guy said it was no big deal but it happened all the time. My dad then told him about the booms and being bumped in the kitchen. The guy said all sorts of strange things happen there all the time to anybody who entered the house. He said the booms sounded to him like canon fire, and when they happened, only one or two people in the house would hear it at a time, even if more people were there when it happened.

Before my dad stopped living there another guy rented another room there and he would often tell my dad about hearing the boom when my dad and the guy who owned the house wouldn’t hear it. Or my dad would hear it and they wouldn’t.

At one point my dad, growing sick of the light in the attic, went up to it, unscrewed it and brought it down with him. He set it on an end table next to the couch in the living room. A little while later that day he walked by and the door was once again open, and the light was on. He looked up the stairs to see the bulb screwed in. Checking the end table, it was, of course, not there.

One time the owner’s cat went up in the attic when my dad had walked by and turned the light off and shut the door. I can’t remember completely that part of the story, but when they discovered the cat up there and opened the door, it shot out of the attic and they didn’t see it for quite some time after that.

My wife told me my dad told her about how they nailed the door to the attic shut, only to find the door open and all of the nails removed. I don’t remember that part of it, but she swears he told her that.

Lastly, my dad had been contacted by a lady whom he had grown up with, as she was a good friend to one of his sisters. They decided to hang out one night and my dad drove her around, mostly to department stores in downtown Hamilton. She would go in to shop and he would sit in his van waiting for her. She later came out and told him to drive off. He later found out she had been shoplifting extremely expensive jewelery and clothing. She left all of her goods in his van and one night while on one of her theft expeditions, she was caught and taken to jail.

My dad later discovered the stolen goods in his van and wondered what he should do with them. His sister said that he should put them in the attic where he was staying until she got out, so he did. He set them in the attic, clothes all folded and in a stack, the jewelery on top of them, on the floor at the top of the steps. Later when the lady got out of jail and wanted her stuff, they went into the attic to get them only to find them completely thrown around the attic.

My dad said chances were good that he was hearing long lost canon fire, first heard in the Ohio Indian Wars. Could be, considering Fort Hamilton is just right up the road from where he was staying, and that area saw a lot of fighting. Who knows what’s haunting that house, or what it’s love is for the attic.

Sadly, I never got to visit the house, but I would love to. Unfortunately, the man who owned it has probably passed on, as he was sickly when my dad lived there and was told by a doctor near the end of my dad’s stay that he only had a few months to live. Regardless, that section of Hamilton may have quite a few houses experiencing the same, or similar things, as that entire area dealt with that particular war. Hamilton itself has its fair share of haunted houses, anyway.

Also, don’t steal.

The Ghosts At The Lake

There’s a lake that used to be open to the public as a pay lake and campgrounds, just down the road from the ghost truck incident. The lake is currently closed to the public and is now a private residence. My dad happens to live there with the man who owns the property.

My dad was telling me about some things that happen out there. It’s not a lot, and there could be explanations for it other than the paranormal, but the stories are creepy and of course, you can decide.

Since the lake has closed the people who live there still are always on the lookout for people coming in and trying to fish, so they’re always listening for cars. The lake is in the country and surrounded by farm land, but there are a few roads around it that see their fare share of traffic. You can tell when someone is going by, but you can definitely tell when someone is coming down the driveway from the road, because it’s gravel. The cars, of course, also sound closer because they are. You can also tell when a car door is shut at one of the neighbors houses, or if it’s shut on the lake’s property. Mostly because you can just barely hear the car doors shut at the neighbors even if you’re standing outside, because of how far away the neighbors are.

The people who live at the lake often tell about being in their campers and hearing cars coming down the driveway, hearing car doors shut as if the car is at the old bait shop. They’ll go to look and find nobody there, or anywhere on the property, who could have made that noise. One resident told how one night he heard a car pull up right next to his camper and he heard a car door shut. He went outside quickly to tell the people the lake was closed and they couldn’t be there, only nobody was there.

I’ve even heard cars sound like they’re coming down the driveway and there would be nothing there, so I’ve experienced this myself. Never one sounding like it was right next to a camper I was in though. Who knows, maybe it’s that ghost truck from down the street.

My dad also told me of Jack, a man who visited him twice at the lake since it’s been shut down. Sometimes people who used to go to the lake years ago will come back by only to find out it’s been closed. They’ll often ask to talk to the owner, because they remember him from years ago. Everyone out there knows and loves him. So these people will ask to see him to say hi and to catch up on missed time.

My dad was at his place one night, sitting outside either reading or just enjoying the view of the lake. It was quiet that night, as most nights are out there now, when suddenly a man appeared from around the fishing shelter in front of my dads place. My dad jumped. The man introduced himself as Jack and asked about the lake being shut down. He then asked how the owners were (elderly couple, the wife passed on just a year ago now, when Jack stopped by she hadn’t passed on yet) and my dad said they were fine. Jack said that was good, said how he used to fish there all the time years ago, said goodbye and left, going back the way he came on the other side of the shelter.

Curious, my dad got up to go look for his car, because he hadn’t heard one come in, or heard any doors shut, or even heard the man walking around. The parking lot for the lake is right behind my dads camper. When he walked around the camper next to his and looked around, there was no car or Jack.

A few months went by and the same thing happened again. Jack appeared from around the front of the shelter and scared my dad, but my dad remembered him and said hi. Again the man asked how the owners were doing, my dad said they were good, and told him he could stop by and say hi to them before he left. Had the man driven there, he would’ve passed the owners home on his way back out the driveway. Jack told my dad that was okay, he was in a hurry, said goodbye and left the way he came again, in front of the shelter. My dad jumped up and passed by the front of the shelter and went to the other side of it. Nobody and no car were there.

If Jack is a real, living guy and he didn’t drive to the lake, if he walked there, he came from a long way off, through woods and farm fields, in the dark. There’s a street light that sits high up on a telephone pole, and that light lights up all of what used to be the parking lot of the lake. There was plenty of light for my dad to see, but the guy just vanished. Those are the only two times he had ever been seen, at least by my dad.

My dad described the guy to the owners and told them his name was Jack, but neither could remember him. And they knew everybody.

Just a warning, if you should happen to find yourself there and you go on to the property, you are trespassing and authorities will be called. They don’t put up with trespassers because some come to the lake to do damage to the property, such as breaking and entering, or stealing stuff off of the property, like things that are still in the bait shop (there’s nothing left in the bait shop, but trespassers don’t know that). So don’t bother going out there, if they catch you they will not ask you to leave, they’ll tell you. Not enough activity goes on anyway to justify the trip. I’ve been going out there for 20 years and haven’t experienced anything noteworthy other than a car coming down the drive that could have just been going down the street.

One day in the future it may be open to the public again, but as of now there’s no telling when that might be.

Waverly Hills Hotel

One of the most haunted places on earth is about to become a hotel!

I’ve spent a night in the Sanatorium, and it’s crazy. You might remember my post about that night. I’m sad for those of you who have never been able to visit it, because it truly is an awesome experience.

It turns out the people who own it and allow ghost hunt tours to go through it, have saved up enough money to turn the place into a hotel!

I’m not sure how I feel about this. I mean, obviously I’m excited because it will probably be a very popular destination for ghost hunters, considering you’ll be able to not only stay the night there, but actually get sleep. It’s almost guaranteed to be the most haunted hotel in America.

But here is why I’m upset by it. For one, I like it the way it is. If I go back there, which I want to, I want to see it the way I last saw it. I don’t want it to change. Also, if it’s true that remodeling your house gets ghosts to stop haunting you, then turning the building into a hotel is sure to end all of the activity. And there’s no going back from that.

I understand why the owners are doing this, and again, on the one hand I’m excited for it and can’t wait to stay there when it’s done. But on the other hand, why change what is already completely awesome?

What says you? Keep it the same, or change it to a hotel?

The Ghost Truck

Yesterday on my regular blog, I followed a Daily Post prompt and wrote about getting lost while driving. In that piece I brought up one of the cool things that happened to me when I used to go driving around all night with my buddy, and here’s that story in full form.

We were out late one night, as per usual, just driving around. Most of the time we had no goal other than to have a good time. Just driving around, all over the place, always gave us that good time. But sometimes we would have a mission, and on this particular night we had one.

My buddy was in the market for a new chainsaw. At the time he was working as a tree guy, cutting down peoples trees for good money. I can’t remember what I was doing at the time, probably nothing good or worth talking about.

Since he wanted a chainsaw, he did his research, as he does with everything, and he decided he wanted a Stihl. He also located all of the official stores that sold those particular saws and he wanted to go to those closest to where we lived to see what their business hours were.
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Local Urban Legends: Oxford Ghost Light

In Oxford, OH, right down the road from Miami University, is an age old legend about a ghost motorcyclist who rides up and down the road. For a few of the stories about its history, Creepy Cincinnati has them all laid out. You can also check out this Google search, that comes up with Youtube videos of people doing this, as well as others tales of when they went.

The story I was told was, a man had gone off to fight in a war and when he came home he rode his motorcycle over to his girlfriends house to surprise her, only to find her with another man. Upset, he rode his motorcycle away from her house, speeding down the road at night in the rain, and he ran off the road, killing himself.

Now, if you park in a particular spot at the top of one of the hills on the road, and you face a certain way, and you turn your car off and flash your headlights three times, he’s supposed to come riding towards you. You’re supposed to see only the headlight from his motorcycle riding over one hill, then the next, then the next, then disappearing as it gets to you. The light from his headlight is supposed to be very bright but not reflect or shine off of anything.

Great story! That’s the stuff urban legends are made of! Now, here’s what happened the first time when I actually saw it.

I was 18. I was dating a girl, and her older brother had gotten me a job where he worked. One day we were standing around talking and he told me about the ghost light. I had never heard of it before, and since Oxford was just under an hour away from me I thought it would be awesome to check it out. I pestered him and pestered him all day until finally he gave in. He said to me something like, “I haven’t been out in a while, I’ll have to call my buddy to get directions.” Yet earlier he told me he used to go out with his buddies all the time and he had been out there hundreds of times. Since he took me my first time 16 years ago, I’ve been MAYBE 5 times, the last being about 14 years ago. I can still find it, as it’s not hard to find. Yet at the time, I didn’t catch what he had said and thought nothing of it.

A few days went by and every now and then I’d bring it up. Finally he said he had got in touch with his buddy and “everything was set up.” I didn’t catch that either.

We planned a night where he and his girlfriend drove me and my girlfriend, his sister, out there to see this light. We drove to the spot and past it once, he never said why and only now do I know why. We circled around and went back to that spot and stopped. He shut the engine off. It was in the summer and just about dusk.
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Paranoia…or haunting? You be the judge!!

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Creepy old buildings at night! I love them! I want to buy one just so I can hang out in it at night. So maybe this light is just being a light, or maybe there’s something more. Hopefully, for the sake of those of us who enjoy the paranormal, more will happen!

Originally posted on That's What Ron Said...:

Lately my genre of reading has been leaning towards the supernatural. This is not actually new for me, as I love horror–books, movies, and stories. I especially like psychological horror–anything that deals with the mind or psyche is a winner in my book. Especially if it is based on reality or is made well enough that you believe something like that could really happen.  I always have. I have always been fascinated with the macabre. Once upon a time in my 20’s, I got completely addicted to serial killers. I read about them, I researched them, I watched any and every movie about them that I could get my hands on….. for about 18 months, I was absorbed and fascinated–wanting to get into their minds to understand why they think how they think and do what they do. The fact that a lot of serial murderers have been abused and/or…

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