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The Haunting of Buffalo Ridge
One of the infamous spots around here is Buffalo Ridge, a hilly road that's just a bit northwest of Cincinnati in Cleves. It's actually home to the Mitchell Memorial Forest, a park complete with a nature trail, lake for fishing, and a playground for the kiddies! Woo hoo! Not only that, but SUPPOSABLY this road is where Charles Manson himself spent his Cincinnati years! (I say supposably since I know his family lived around here at some point, but I never really looked into whether or not he grew up around Cleves. Not that it's important to the story anyways) Well, the urban legends of this road are outrageous. Stories range from being chased across the road at night by white vans, to phantom cars from failed gang initiations, an evil dog with glowing green eyes, ghosts that run across the road searching for their missing parts for all eternity, and most importantly, the Crematorium. You see, the urban legends say this road was the site of a corrupt crematorium that dropped bodies out in the woods, blah blah blah. And now supposably bodies are still out there somewhere.
Well, in high school I actually had an english teacher who told me that one time he and his friend drove down there, pulled over and juuuust happen to open a random barn door for whatever reason, and found chickens hanging from the ceiling on chains, and their blood being collected on leaves below. So they ran back to their car, and of course Gravedigger or some other monsterous truck comes tearing out of a driveway and chases him all the way out of Cleves! EXCITEMENT!
That's all well an good, but as I soon found out from personal research.. there was never a crematorium there. What IS there to this day, however, is the ruins of Cincinnati's first Planetarium, hidden in the woods. In fact, if you're still reading and want to know more about it, I made a website explaining the whole background of Buffalo Ridge (with pretty pictures!). At the time I made that site, I had tried just about everything and experienced nothing more than a police officer pulling over and literally laughing at us as we explained to him that we wanted to see dead people run across the road. I can feel my self-esteem rising. It also occured to us that the park's staff had rangers in white vans visiting it frequently, thus killing the chased-by-white-van experience for us.
And so! with all that out of the way, I can now explain my story. About two weeks ago, I lead a couple friends that are new to the area down to Buffalo Ridge. These friends being my old friend Jonathan, who's the same age as me and grew up in Indiana, and Kay, his as-of-now-girlfriend. I think. Well, we get there at about 9:00 pm when the sun was close to setting all the way, and as usual I have them park down the road a bit near another road (the name of which slips my mind) and walk back up to a "No dumping or we'll own your butt" sign. Behind which, is a trail leading down the woods and into the ruins of the old Planetarium.
Being the loser who loves to tell the local history that I am, I was talking pretty loudly about the area, while Kay and Jonathan walked behind me. They both carried a couple flashlights to see better in the thicks woods, and I just toughed it out in front. Oh yeah, I'm a real man! ...I try. Anyways, we come to what I can only describe as the foundation of the building. A bunch of bricks and torn metal in the hill side is all I got.
We sat down and started chatting it up, about whatever, and a good 30 minutes passed. Jonathan and I were discussing manly things, like whether we should go get those tiny fries at Steak n Shake, or an even manlier jug of root beer at the Jolly's up in Fairfield. Around then, Kay started mumbling about how "the air changed" or something to that degree. So, in hopes to see something spooky, I climbed down into the foundation of the ol' planetarium, and took Jonathan's flashlight so I could navigate walking around on the fallen stones and what not. At one point, I remember Kay saying we should get going, and by then I had already made my way to the other side of the rubble and was wanting to look around some more. But! Jonathan didn't like making her nervous, so I agreed to climb back out.
So, being the nice guy I am, I started to make my way back across the rubble. At this point, I shined my light back up the wall I had climbed down to see Kay and Jonathan, when I saw it! A man I couldn't really make out from where I was, was approaching the two of them, so jokingly I shouted "Hey, better tell that guy that we aren't sacrificing babies. Or drug dealers. Or drug dealers sacrificing babies!" and went back to my climbing across the rubble. Eventually, I made it up the wall and... no one was freakin there! Annoyed, I walked back up the trail to Buffalo Ridge, and found Kay crying while Jonathan hugged her. Aww. So I asked what happend to our guest, when Jonathan starts RANTING on, and ON about how "This dude just totally came out of no where, walked right up to me.. and vanished!!" Which made our heads spin.
From then on, we were pretty ecstatic, running back to the truck with Kay frightened, while Jonathan was excited, and I was pissed. I want a ghost to walk up to me and disappear! and I didn't even see it since I was walking over some flippin' stones and what not. Never again will I look where I'm going! ...Ok, bad idea. So finally, the story has become one of the only real ghosts we've got to talk about. But it's a fun story none the less, and has actually gone down at the Art Institute I go to as "Jonathan and Alex vs. the Invisible Amish Ninjas."
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By the ledge and Mike claims he saw an object moving in the weeds, but there is definately some strange goings on down there! On the way out we were pulled over by a park ranger in a white pick up truck, and he basically told us we were in a restricted area, and we told him about what we have seen, and he laughed, but we still go back there now and again and drink beer after the races.
(Might I remind you, I am new to the area and have heard absolutly nothing about any hauntings, spirits, or bloody chicken coops to this point)
We ventured our way down Harrison Ave, made a left at the Sunnyside Cafe and ran dead smack into a detoured bridged road, which forced us to turn up the hill of Buffalo Ridge. As we steadily climbed the hill, she started into stories of how locals believe that this road/area is believed to be haunted from a charred creamatory (the irony). She then began to tell a story of how her and a couple of friends ventured out into the woods in search of paranormal activities, but failed to experiance anything.
By this time we had driven up by a street named Zeon (or something of that nature). Fearing we may get lost, I immediately turned around and started heading back down the hill, but at a slower pace in hopes of seeing something abnormal in the woods. As we crept down the hill, we noticed a doe on the side of the road by a "No Dumping" sign - as we passed it, it scurried into the woods. It was at that time, we heared a distant screaming/screaching voice of a distressed woman. It was at that point I felt like someone had punched me in the back of my head. All I could see was blackness in the middle of my vision, like if someone had pointed their finger directly in front of my eyeball. Numbness and then chills filled my entire body. I quickly snapped out of it, immediatally turning to my loved one and asked if she had just heard what I heard. She stumbles across her words as she accepts the noise she was trying to disbelieve. Frantically, we made our way to the end of Buffalo Ridge and darted back out onto Harrison Ave where we made our way back home.
Still skeptical about the whole situation, I decided to venture out and look for answers - that's what brings me here to you, today... Though, there are simular stories, only I'm still not convinced! I will venture back there some day, but only then, I will be prepared for what may be lurking in that wooded hellhole! You watch and see!
Also Charles Manson grew up in Northside.
I have been on that road many of times, nothing... Not a thing. I had a friend who went with some other friends on two or three occasions and "camped" out in the woods all night long just to see what would happen and nothing... They came back to say it's all a joke.
Did satanic people ever hang back there back in the 70 - 80's? Possibly... Because the land is so secluded and easy to hide in. I'd say it was more KIDS setting the stage of "horror" than anything... The only thing I have to agree with on here is the idea of living back there with it's rep... You'd have to worry about the kids going back there and driving like idiots and someone truly getting hurt. Otherwise, I seriously doubt much of this to be true. As a kid/teen I bought it, as a grown up, lol... Nah.
"I want a ghost to walk up to me and disappear!"
Don't we all.
Thank you for sharing!
God Bless!
And how can you say this Alex "doesn't have the gift..." --WHAT gift? If you are so sageful, then please describe what this gift is that you (evidently) possess and he doesn't. Re-read the story, clearly, Alex is the first of three people to see this apparition, so how does he not have "a gift?" You act like you know everything about a subject that is more clouded in mystery than any other. I have yet to read a story of yours on here that doesn't make me skeptical. Everytime I read your posts and stories, I'm increasingly sure you're a 12-year old with an overly active imagination and too much time on your hands. Please refrain from judging Alex, the writer of this story. I put a lot more stock in what he just said than in anything you ever have.
And I know I'm beating a dead horse here (pardon the pun), but can you please, please, please try to edit your posts? I know that when you sign-up to this site and submit stories, one clause is that you seriously edit your writing because poor writing won't be tolerated. Well, yours is exceptionally poor, yet makes it past the filters anyway. Whatever, it still makes your posts very hard to read and understand and this is frustrating.
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Oh and for anyone else interested. I'm not going to say its "the crematorium" but there is another abandonded foundation a ways down the ridge past zion in that direction. Its further down on the right side (the east miami valley is seen on the right side) youll see a small amount of old stone wall which is overgrown. The gateway of the old stone wall has an old path. Follow that path back to reach the still remaining foundation of a mystery building. You can walk into it of course.
And speaking of development, most of those old country roads like the roads that I mentioned won't look so desolate and spooky in the near future. Buffalo Ridge is in a location where real estate is or will be booming. Cleves, or as us Westsiders say "upper Cleves" has one of, if not the most expensive tax brackets in Hamilton County. Cleves, Whitewater Township, and the western part of Green Township, (all near Route 74), will eventually all be developed into surberbs.
Simply put, don't be surprised if the location of old ruins of the planetarium will most likely be the future location of someones deck.
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