Finley’s Bar and Grill, smack dab in the middle of farm land is the last of the mom and pop operations complete with its own entity who has resided there for the 16 years that Debra Finley and husband Mark have owned the place. I felt a heaviness of energy years ago when I stopped in for a delicious lunch and wanted to ask if it was haunted at that time but felt it was inappropriate as the place was full inside and in the garden with customers.
Recently on a day off I just popped in Finley’s, introduced myself then asked the owners if they have experienced paranormal activity. They were taken aback and wanted to know who told me. After establishing I wasn’t to crazy just curious if they could validate my feelings, they both opened up and shared the personal experiences they and their staff have had for the 16 years they have owned the business. This was great news as I am a paranormal investigator and wanted to see if my new friend Tabatha Vega owner of G.R.I.P (ghost research investigations of the paranormal) and I could possibly bring some of our team in to do an investigation.
Though it was a first for Debra and Mark letting investigators in they agreed so we came back on a Saturday night with equipment and did a full investigation. Involved in the investigation was G.R.I.P founder Tabatha Vega and her 14 year old daughter Tyrah, investigator Eileen Verhulst and myself Dana Mierkey. The events that occurred were exciting and quite a thrilling hot spot of activity.
From the minute we got there at 9 pm my cell phone turned itself on three times in a 15 minute period, my camera wouldn’t function correctly and at the same time this is occurring a voice on Tabatha’s recorder that she left running when we first stepped in the building is heard to say “I’m right here.”
Tabatha calls out in the first half hour of being there “is there anyone here? Can you please make a noise?” A rustling sound is heard coming from the kitchen followed by a very loud crash as a large pot placed upon hooks on the ceiling came crashing down startling everyone. Tabatha reacted immediately and went to the kitchen and was using her school teacher voice asking it to make a noise again. She conversed saying the crash of the pot didn’t scare but excited her and encouraged the unseen entity to do it again.
EVP caught on audio, was a whisper that sounded male and said “no.” Tyrah then stepped forward and in her gentle coaxing manner asked the entity to move the spoons. EVP caught on audio was another whisper which says “I can’t.”
We had a rewarding investigation and obtained some good evidence. Thank you for allowing me to share my paranormal investigations with others.
Sent in by Dana Mierkey of Lathrop California, Copyright 2010
you and your team sound very professional about how you go into a place to do a investigation!! i’m glad you were respectful of the owners. if you can with a little help from the staff here, send in some photos and evps? honestly i’m getting tired of the television ghost hunters and would love to see everyday folks doing this kind of work!! i’m glad you posted!! thanks!
i agree with trolldoll i would love to see some pics.i think what you guys did was cool.thanks for the story.if you have more stuff do let us know.
The article sounds like an advertisement for G.R.I.P.
Really? Hmm…to me it sounds like a story of a person who just so happens to be part of an investigation teem. Interesting…
advertisment for the bar and grill??
I think the story is great. I love how you sound professional About your investigation. Thanks for the read!
I saw this on tv and I totally believe it!! I have experienced this myself as I was living in Illinois in an old home growing up
We ate there tonight. I felt a heaviness in the room that left me feeling some what weak in my legs. I felt something tap my stomach, touch my right arm, at one point I got very cold and I saw a shadow move in and out of the kitchen area. The light over our table also dimmed to off and then on again. It is a pretty cool place! Can’t wait to go back! It is definately haunted.