Fireworks At The Lake

I’ve posted a few times about things happening at the lake where my dad lives. Surprisingly I haven’t made a Lake category. I’ll get to fixing that as soon as I’m done with this.

I spoke to him just the other day, after he told me about the stuff going on at Reily’s Pizza. He said some more things are going on where he lives.

A quick recap. The only people who lived at that lake for decades was the owner and his wife. My dad has been going there his entire life, so he’s known the owners at least that long. There were some campers there, and the owners let a few people who were close to them live there in the campers, my dad being one. A few years ago the owner’s wife passed away, and the owner, Arlie, decided to close the lake to customers. Since he was getting older and in failing health, my dad started taking care of him, because that’s the kind of guy my dad is.

Recently, Arlie had to move into a nursing home, and probably won’t get out of it this time. So, my dad is living at the lake now by himself, in Arlie’s place. With all that has gone on there over the years, paranormally speaking, it’s no surprise that things are continuing to happen, especially now that my dad is alone.

He said the other day he heard a loud pop. Said it sounded like those little firecracker things you throw at stuff and they pop when they hit something. He looked all over, outside too, and found nothing. An hour later, it happened again. This time he looked over at the front door, where he heard the sound come from, and said he saw a tiny puff of smoke near the door.

That’s when the TV started acting up. He said it shut itself off, and when he went to get the remote, it turned back on. And then it proceeded to turn itself off and on several more times.

My dad is used to the paranormal, as he’s dealt with it most of his life. It seems ghosts and the like are attracted to him. Still, it creeps him out sometimes, especially when he’s alone.

Reily’s Pizza

Reily is a small town located between Cincinnati and Oxford. For those of you who know of Reily, it’s probably because you either live/d there, saw a kickass concert there (Ted Nugent shut the town down), or because you’ve been to Reily’s Pizza.

It’s pretty much the only business in town. Maybe another bar. Handful of houses. That’s it.

If they get 30 customers in a day, that means the entire town of Reily ate, twice.

If they get 30 customers in a day, that means the entire town of Reily ate, twice.

Reily’s Pizza has some delicious food and tasty beer. They’ve been around for a long time, and for almost just as long, they’ve also been known to be haunted.

I forgot all about them being haunted until I talked to my dad the other day, and he told me about something that happened to him while in there.

I’ve been to the place twice, once years ago and once this past summer with my dad. My dad goes all the time, and has for years. He told me about a recent incident and mentioned how he had forgotten it was haunted until that happened, then he remembered something that had happened to him back in 1988 or so.

Which do you want me to tell you first? That one? Okay.

He had stopped in with two of his buddies. They sat down at a table and got a pitcher of beer. Three big guys sat at a table over from them, and they had some pitchers, too. With everybody drinking, and everybody in a mood to fight, the group of guys started talking crap to my dad’s two buddies, because they were big guys.

His two buddies started talking crap back to them and said they wanted to fight. My dad tried talking them out of it when out of nowhere their pitcher of beer flew off of their table and landed on the other guy’s table, splashing beer all over them. They got pissed off and were ready to fight while my dad was dragging his buddies out of the bar. As he was, he kept an eye on the other guys, and suddenly their pitcher of beer flew off of their table and hit my dad and his buddies, soaking them.
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The TMS House

A long-time friend of mine, whom I’ll call TMS, recently told me about the house where she and her husband live and how they’ve had some ghostly activity there. Back when we were in high school, when I first met her, I knew the house she lived in then was haunted (and still is, her mother still lives there), and I might get to some stories of that house as well, one day.

The conversation started when I told her about my alcohol wipe disappearing. She told me how her husband was sitting on their couch one day messing with his cell phone. When he got up he went to grab the phone and it was gone. She said they searched all over the living room, literally took the couch apart, but turned up nothing. He went without his phone until a week later when TMS noticed the phone on top of the refrigerator. It was still on and had a 46% charge left.

She told me that they hear what sounds like females having a conversation, all the time. They don’t have any neighbors that would cause that, so this one is still a mystery.

The back door doesn’t like to stay closed either. I know how that is.

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More Missing Things

Of all the things that have disappeared here over the years, none of the things have gone right out from under my nose. Until the other day.

Back in October I found out I am diabetic. No big deal, I’ve since gotten it under control and I feel a million times better. Anyway, because of that, I now have to take my blood sugar levels regularly.

Just the other day I was in the kitchen preparing to test my blood. I went to the counter, opened my tester bag thing and began getting everything ready. I pulled out the last two alcohol pads I had in the case, and because they were attached, I tore them apart at the perforated line in between them, and set them down on the counter.

I then got my sticker ready and my test strip ready. I reached down and grabbed one of the two alcohol wipes that were still sitting there where I put them. I opened it, wiped my finger, did the thing, and wrote down in my chart what my level was.

I then began taking everything apart, and when I went to throw away the used alcohol wipe I noticed the other one was no longer on the counter.

When I say I searched everywhere, believe I searched EVERYWHERE. I still haven’t found it, and probably never will. Then again, I do have other alcohol wipes, and they all look alike, so maybe I have found it already.

That was the only thing that has happened here recently, but that story leads me to my next one that I’m going to post next!

In-Laws Pt. 1

I’ve written about some of the things my in-laws experience in the apartment building they live in, here and here. And one day I hope to have even more stories about some of the other places they’ve lived. From what I’ve heard of these stories, you’re sure to love them.

Yesterday my wife’s aunt called me specifically to tell me of something that just happened to her.

She’s on oxygen now, as she only has so much use of her lungs, and she said when she goes to sleep at night she takes off the nose piece to her tube (for whatever reason) and hangs it on her night stand next to her bed. One night she did the same, and woke up the next morning to see that it wasn’t there. She has several, so she just grabbed another one.

Then, she said she had taken her sandals off and left them where she always does. One day right after her nose tube thing went missing, so did one of her sandals. Her and two others searched all over for both the sandal and the nose piece, and they never found either.

Six days later, her sandal was not only found, but it was in the place where she had left it originally. She still hasn’t found the nose piece to her oxygen tube.

Loveland Frogman News

For those of you who haven’t yet heard of the Loveland Frogman, you can check out this post. Not a lot of info on it there, but links to where you can read more. And a movie!

I’ve gotten so hooked on the Frogmen of Loveland that I wrote a fictional novella about them and will have that out sometime soon.

Recently I started driving for Uber, and I’ve met a lot of interesting people. To clear the air now, NO, I did not give a Frogman an Uber ride. Frogmen do not own or know how to use smart phones.

Tonight I was driving a guy to his house and we got to talking about Bigfoot, and then I brought up the Frogman. He told me the worst news I could ever possibly think to hear. One of the officers originally involved with the Frogman came out earlier this month to a local news station and said the whole thing was a hoax.

Well, not so much a hoax as it was just an iguana. Even though both he and the original officer who saw the Frogman said for sure that the iguana was what they saw, the legend lived on.

You can read the entire article on WCPO’s website.

I don’t know about you, but I still believe.

I’m Back With More!

I know it has been awhile, but I’ve gone almost all year so far without a computer. I’m finally back on board though, and I realized just last night that I needed to do some catching up here, because I have stories to tell! Not many, and they’re not too crazy, but they’re something.

First, let me say that since I’ve been gone from here I’ve noticed a new (maybe?) group pop up called Cincinnati Ghost Seekers. They do ghost hunts all over the Cincinnati area and for a small fee you can join them. I haven’t been able to yet, but I plan to attend one or two in the near future. It has been too long for me! I need to get back out there.

If you’re interested in checking them and their ghost hunts out, the only links I could find, and I guess the only ones you need, are here. Their Facebook page, tickets for ghost hunts.

Now, back to business. I told you that my wife left her job at the Great Wolf Lodge. Well, her new job is doing the same thing, only at a different hotel. I never got any weird vibes there, and never heard anything about the area it’s in, so I never believed it to be haunted. And up until now nothing has ever happened, at least that my wife has heard about.

That is, until a couple months ago when there was an incident at the bar. Since I can’t tell you the actual name and location of this hotel, I need a new name. I’ll just call this one the Blue Ash Hotel. It is in Blue Ash, Ohio which is just north of Cincinnati, but there are dozens of hotels there.
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