The TAPS van drove down the road to their next investigation. They were investigating an old pub in Connecticut that is claimed to be haunted by an old manager that poured his heart and soul into it. Jay and Grant loved these kind of cases. It was close to home so they could go home to their families at the end of the night. Grant was particularly happy. He wasn't feeling well at all. His chest was tight and some times he felt he couldn't breathe. He kept it quite though, he didn't want everyone worrying. He had his inhaler just incase he needed it. Now if only this tightness in his chest would go away he would be fine.
"You okay GW?" Jay asked noticing how Grant winced a bit.
"Yeah I'm fine,"Grant answered.
"Alright," Jay mumbled picking up his walkie talkie, "Kris what can you tell us about this place?"
"Well this bar, called the Black Bar, was opened in 1962 and the original owner of this bar was very dedicated to the business. When he died in 1995 people claimed to see him around the managers office. They also say that if the freezer is open it will close by itself and sometimes trap people in there. They hear footsteps, voices, and the lights go off and on at times too," Kris explained.
"Well, guys were almost there lets get ready to hit this place," Jason stated.
They pulled up to the bar and climbed out of the vans. Grant put his hand to his back pocket just to make sure his inhaler was still there as he followed Jason and Steve into the bar. They met the owner beside the bar. It was empty right now.
"Hello I'm Greg," the man introduced himself.
"Hi Jason from TAPS," Jason stated shaking the man's hand.
"Grant Wilson," Grant shook the man's hand too.
"Steve," Steve also shook the man's hand.
"So where does the activity take place?" Jason asked.
"Most of it takes place up in the hallway by the manager's office," Greg stated.
"Can you shows that?" Jason asked.
"Sure,"
They all follow Greg up the stairs to the manager's office.
"Well right up here in the hallway it has been reported by numerous staff and customers that they have seen a man in a black suit standing here and sometimes walking through the wall. And the original owner of the building, Gabriel Black, did use to where a black suit a lot of the time he was here," Greg explained.
"Any thing else?" Grant asked.
"Down in the basement we have had a few attacks," Greg stated.
"Can you show us there?" Jason asked.
"Sure."
They all walked to the basement.
"Okay down here I have had 2 employees down here once getting things out of the freezer and they got locked in the freezer for 30 minutes," Greg stated.
"Wow, " Grant mumbled.
"People believe that it was Gabriel that shut and locked the freezer."
"Is there anything else?" Jason asked.
"No I believe that is it," Greg smiled.
"Alright well were going to get the equipment set up talk to the rest of the team and get going," Jason explained.
"Ok,"
"Come on lets get out of here,"
They all walked out. Grant was bringing up the rear when he felt his chest tighten again. He made sure no one else was with him before he pulled out his inhaler and took a few breaths. When his breathing was in control and the tightness was gone, he continued up the stairs. He found Jason at the top waiting for him.
"Where were you?" Jason asked.
"I was right behind you guys," Grant answered.
"Are you sure your ok Grant? You seem a little off today," Jason stated.
"Yeah I'm fine. Just a little tired, but I'll be alright to investigate," Grant assured.
"Okay, but if you feel like you need to take a break just tell me,"
"I will," Grant promised.
They both walked outside to help with the equipment. Grant just hoped that his asthma would stay at bay tonight and not cause so much trouble.