I've always loved taking pictures and catching the beauty of even flawed things. When the ad flew for a position at the studio I couldn't pass it up. I have been working at this portrait studio for a little over a year now and I have to admit that it can be a bit creepy at times especially when you are on single coverage at night. However this isn't anything that a normal, rational, adult can't shake off with a bottle of pepper spray handy. Some things you can't just explain away though.
One day I was working with my boss and we were waiting for our first sitting. She was talking to me about what to expect for the day and we both saw a person walk by the door to the camera room. We walked out expecting to see our clients but no one was there. The direction they walked only led to a wall with picture, a storage closet that is locked and our office that was also locked.
She confided in me that she'd "been seeing things like that more and more lately." I looked at her with an apparently shocked look. "You have too?" I asked and laughed slightly. She nodded and proceeded to tell me that she'd been seeing shadows in the shape of a little girl move around the studio. I sighed with relief and told her that I'd been seeing the same thing since I started working on my own at night.
The rest of the day went by uneventfully until my boss clocked off at 5 leaving me to close 2 hours later. Since there were no more scheduled sittings I decided to clean the studio since it was going to be busy the next day. I went about dusting everything and after that was done I took out the Lysol spray. I sprayed the plastic chairs in the waiting room and looked for my rag. I located it by the POS and went back to the chairs.
I wiped off the first few without noticing anything but when I got to the fourth there was a small hand print smeared into the Lysol. I'm no stranger to the paranormal so I laughed slightly and looked around. "You want to help me clean?" I heard a small giggle coming from behind me and I shook my head and continued cleaning.
I still hear giggles and see the shapes moving around the studio at night.