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.
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.