Ghost in the Salon

I worked in a certain salon when I first started hairdressing.  It was a lively and fun salon that was located in mall in Fort St. John, BC.  I was there about five years and during most of the five years, I collected ghost stories as I cut hair.  Never did I wonder if the salon itself was haunted until one night, when a few of us girls were working late.
We were up at the till, standing around chatting as usual.  No one was doing any hair at that moment and we were all alone.
The salon has a main entrance and a locked back entrance to which only the owners and the receptionists have a key to get in or out.  It’s a very loud functioning door, so it’s pretty evident when someone is coming or going.
In the middle of the salon is a small room that holds our coats, the colors and perms and a safe for the money from the till.  This room’s walls didn’t reach the ceiling, there was probably a two foot space between the ceiling and the make-shift walls, so you could definitely hear anything going on inside that room or outside in the salon.
The door to the coat room was in plain view of the front desk, no obstacles blocked our view.
As we were standing there at the front of the salon, we suddenly heard some strange noises coming from the coat room.  The large heavy drawers, which required a bit of muscle to open and close, started to open and slam shut.  There was also some shuffling and rustling about in the room.
I rushed toward the coat room, alarmed, thinking that someone had somehow gotten into the back room and was looking for the safe.  I was concerned as well because I hadn’t heard the back door open or close, so I had no idea how someone could’ve gotten back there, in plain view of us.
I ran to the coat closet, which was maybe ten steps, and flung the door open, it was empty.  The coat closet was a small room with no where to hide, no corners to take shelter from my view, no one was there.  I stood there, confused and bewildered with these events, closed the door and promptly returned to the front desk where I told the other girls that I had seen nothing.  All of us were pretty shaken by the incident, but seeing it was the end of the shift, we went home.

The next morning, I had pretty much forgotten about the incident and was cutting a lady’s hair.  My station was at the back of the salon, just a few steps from the door of the coat closet.  I had the sinks directly behind me and one station to the other side of me.
While casually talking to this lady, out of nowhere, I felt something rush from coat closet and hit me square in the back, like a body check, pushing me harshly into the back of my client’s head.  My client and I looked at one another with shock, both of us realizing that something odd had just happened.  The back door was lodged open with a chair, so whatever the unseen intruder was, it fled through the open door and never bothered us again.

~ by thespiritguide on June 27, 2008.