Expedition Team: Dave Miller
Date: July 13 & 17 , 2025
Little Sugar Creek was a beautiful, peaceful early afternoon setting as it wound its way through a group of trees on each side. Here and there sunlight sparkled off the slow-moving water. Several mothers relaxed in folding chairs as a dozen children played in the ankle high current. Very tranquil, in fact when you enter the park you may not even know that this creek exists as the tree line shields the creek from the parking lot and the road.
However, at nighttime the trees on each side of the creek block out any light as the area is creepy and mysterious. Sitting Creekside, it is easy to conjure up sounds and dark visions of the urban legend that people claim happen here.
So, what is the paranormal legend of this creek and park? Around the 1880’s, a young servant girl had an affair with her master, a prominent politician of Bellbrook. She became pregnant and was dismissed from the home. After the baby was born, she walked the streets singing softly to the baby. She eventually returned to the politician’s house and begged for help. She was rudely turned away. With no one left to help her, she sang to her baby and walked to the bridge overlooking Little Sugar Creek. Holding the baby, she jumped in. Her dead body was soon found gripping the baby blankets, but the body of the baby was never found.
Visitors to the creek at Magee Park have seen walking along the bank a woman with an otherworldly quality, that is delicate, transparent and softly sings a song while holding a bundle in her arms. She is seen and heard more often on foggy nights in the month of June.
So that is the historical urban legends about the creek and park area. During my afternoon visit to the park as I walked along the creek a seven-year-old boy was sitting and sketching. He greeted me and told me that his family visits this park a lot. He said that sometimes he hears a voice or a whistling sound but doesn’t see anyone around other than his family. That motivated me enough to make a return trip a couple evenings later. The park closes at 8:30pm so as not to arouse suspicion, I parked down the road a bit and hiked over. I used a flashlight sparingly so as not to attract after-hours suspicion. The tree areas along both sides of the creek were very dark. I tried a few EVP’s but got no evidence. The gentle rush of water was very serene and calming and besides an occasional bird crying, all was silent except for an occasionally passing car out on Little Sugar Creek Road. It would have been easy to dose off there except for the hounding mosquitoes. No evidence was gathered to substantiate this haunted urban legend during my time creekside.
