There used to be a bridge that left this southern bank of the Cuyahoga and stretched across to where the downtown firehouse stands. It was destroyed before the inner belt was built. Before it was destroyed, seventeen citizen commuters of the city of Cleveland perished here when the bridge over the river failed to operate properly. They plunged into the Cuyahoga Valley in a now-forgotten mass tragedy on November 16, 1895.
Folks in this gentrified urban neighborhood don’t like to talk about this, but there are ghosts. The whole neighborhood is swarming with ghosts, dressed in turn of the century clothes. Thirty five police reports refer to specters or glowing mists, usually the ulterior cause of drunken car accidents. Children claim to have met a paperboy named Leo, and an old woman looking for the Central Market, both of whom match profiles of actual decedents. Numerous bicycles and barbeques have gone missing, only to be recovered near the bridge.
Back in the 70’s, the city orchestrated a consortium of parapsychologists to deal with the problem. Their findings were inconclusive, but all agreed that the ghosts wanted two things: to be remembered, and to have bicycle-themed barbeques.
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