Sunlight streamed through stained-glass windows on an unseasonably warm fall day, lighting up the Williamsburg Room, a stately wood-paneled dining room at the Lexington, with a ghostly glow.
The room, with its grand piano, wood-burning fireplace and secret doors, was a popular spot for hosting wakes during the Lexington's long history on Grand Avenue in St. Paul. Over more than 80 years, that's a lot of dead bodies.
Dawn McClain roamed through the restaurant, holding an electromagnetic field detector, a gray TV remote-sized device that picks up invisible waves of radiation. When she entered the Williamsburg Room, little lights on the device that had been flickering between green and yellow — for no detection and some detection — suddenly flashed adamantly red.
McClain, a radio producer and an investigator with the 11-member Twin Cities Paranormal Society, had used her ghost-hunting equipment here on three overnight investigations — an endeavor that involves moving through the restaurant's many rooms with ghost-detecting equipment that picks up changes in electronic fields, sudden temperature drops, even voices.
But the Lexington's spirits don't wait until nightfall to make their presence known.
While the restaurant has revealed itself to be a hotbed of paranormal activity — which the society will detail in sold-out presentations on Oct. 29 and 30 — it's not the only Twin Cities eatery that has had odd or unexplainable phenomena pointing to the possible presence of otherworldly energies.
"A restaurant is a highly active place," McClain said. "When you think about how hard it is to keep a restaurant open — people have these dreams, but as we all know, it's extremely difficult, and the staff put their heart and soul into things. There are frustrations, there are fights. Experiences like that build up over time and leave behind trails."
Restaurants in older buildings tend to be the first to get labeled as haunted, whether that means sightings of figures in vintage clothes, unexplained lights going on and off, or just a creepy feeling that staffers get when they go into the basement.