Thank you to Tom Glaze for submitting his first-hand experience of the Milford Road ghost in Butler County. Tom told of a strange light and mysterious sounds he and his friends witnessed during one of their many adventures to the area.
I will be more than happy to give you ONE of the times we went. This is by far the most bizarre and at the same time exciting sighting of the ghost I have seen to this date. And mind you, I have seen this ghost over 50 times. In the Fall of 1997, sometime in October if I am not mistaken, two friends of mine went to see "The Light." It was your typical fall night with weather in the low 50's and a light rain, we had rain all day, most of the time either a steady or heavy rain. We made the journey, at this time the house where the girl lived was still standing. At the bend where he had his accident a house sits off to your left. A tree in front of the house had a smoldering fire around it. We thought that it was odd since it had rained all day but thought nothing of it till later. After we made the journey we turned around and made the turn again and one of us made a comment about how odd the fire was.
We pulled ahead about 100' from the tree and turned on/off the headlights 3 times as the ritual states. Then we sat and waited for the light. A couple of minutes passed. Then my friends started to see the light ahead but only a speak of it. I, in the mean time, didn't see anything yet I started to hear a noise. Chris and Drew, my friends, kept on trying to point out the light to me saying, "I can't believe you don't see it, it's right there in the middle of the road," yet I saw no light. Then I realized what the noise I was hearing cause it kept getting louder. It was an engine. Yet there was no car or bike anywhere around us. Chris and Drew kept talking about how the light was getting closer and I kept on telling them that the sound was getting louder. I couldn't see the light and they couldn't hear the engine. We kept on arguing with each other cause we were all experiencing the same thing but in different manners. Then you could feel its presence. All of us could feel it. My friends kept on yelling about how the light was almost on top of us, while I could hear the engine screaming in my ears. Then all of a sudden the loud ear piercing scream happened. We all heard it. That was enough for us.
I started the car, and got the hell out of there. This was too much. Half way down Milford Road, Drew and Chris started to see the light following us. I now could see the light in my rear view mirror. I started to go faster around 60 MPH which, on this road in this condition, was completely insane. But it didn't matter to us. We started to head back to Hamilton via SR 73 to SR 27. We still kept on seeing the light follow us. We turned left onto SR 27, I am going as fast as possible with the roads and weather permitting. As we were going up SR 27, we see the light zip across a plowed corn field off to our right. We then go over a hill and that is the last we saw of the light. It wasn't till spring of the next year did we dare go back to see the light. That time was more than enough to last me for a life time. Yet even still anytime I return back home to Cincinnati, I have to go see "The Light."