Fall 2019

was always busy, so I couldn’t go chasing dead people thought the
dining room and up into the bathroom, without looking really
strange. Those light feelings changed completely when we visited
when the place was closed and empty. It was me and the ghosts (and
a few living friends). As I moved, the male ghost countered. This time
he wasn’t moving away from me, he was moving right at me.
This one-on-one psychic bombardment was most intense in the
kitchen. Less so upstairs. That energy was all over the place and a
lot of it was residual, not actual spirits. The ghost in the kitchen and
surrounding areas had an imposing personality. People or things just
don’t seem to get in his way. Each time I attempted to communicate
with “John,” I have been brushed aside, ignored. Several people have
reported feeling blasts of frigid air go right through them. Paula
and I had experienced this in the kitchen, in front of a hot stove. It
happened again on the main staircase. Like a sudden cold burst from
a car air conditioner on a hot summer day. I would not be surprised if
this icy feeling was being generated by the resident ghost — the one
I call John.
During the investigation in October, I also sensed a female. She
was also fleeting, but not as ill-mannered as her male counterpart.
She was watching from afar, but not speaking to me. She respected
the fact that I was a visitor. I am convinced this ghostly woman is
also attached to the previous building, but at the time of the last
investigation, I could not determine in what way she was connected.
Her movements seemed confined to the upper floor. Was she a guest,
or a possibly a housekeeper? Was she the wife of a previous owner?
I finally had some sense of the ghosts who are haunting the
restaurant. The next thing to do would be to identify them if
possible. Audio tapes yielded very few EVPs. Some places I get tons
of EVPs, other place, close to nothing. Delaney’s was awash with
disembodied voices. Without any physical evidence pointing to the
ghosts’ identities, I would have to backtrack through the history of
the location. I had learned more than I ever wanted to know about the
American House hotel. The problem was, while the American House
almost covered the entire block from Decatur to Jackson, it ended at
the Delaney’s property. Koenig’s Saloon was at the end of American
Row, and that was the building between Cape May Fish Market and
Delaney’s.
I had heard over the years that a fire had destroyed the building
around 1960. A clothing store called Frymire’s had occupied the corner
lot where Delaney’s is now for many years before fire took down
the previous structure. My theory about the mysterious bathroom
activity (of the paranormal kind) was always that the ghosts must
have been associated with the apartments that were above Frymire’s.
After doing a full investigation with the restaurant closed, allowing
me to spread out psychically, I wasn’t so sure anymore if the ghosts
belong to Frymire’s time. I sensed food and drinks being served, and
heard old piano music. These were things that would connect with
the current building and the restaurants that occupied the retail
space. What I was seeing and sensing and the actions of the ghosts
had little or nothing to do with a clothing store. They may have been
associated with the apartments upstairs, but no one I spoke with who
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