Could mystery image be Isadora dancing away at Oldway Mansion?

Over the years, when people learn that I’m into investigating paranormal phenomenon, they like to show me odd images they’ve captured on camera that they can’t explain.
Usually they consist of odd orbs, mainly white, but they can be of various colours. Sometimes the shapes can be a bit foggy and, like with clouds, the human imagination likes to make out shapes in the amorphous mass, or make out random shapes in the stonework of buildings.
When these images are captured in places already known to be haunted, people are a bit too quick to jump to the conclusion that they have captured a picture of the resident ghost. Sadly, they probably haven’t and it’s down to me to burst their bubble but I do try to let them down gently.
I have been told, by a reliable source, that modern digital cameras have a fault in them that allows light to bounce off the minutest droplet of water or particle of dust in the air or insects, passing it back into the camera as the image is captured causing an orb shape to appear on the resulting photograph. Knowing this fault exists makes it very difficult to judge whether these orb anomalies are anything to do with the paranormal, resulting in anything that might be a genuine phenomenon to be thrown out with the bathwater, as it were.
However, I do get excited when I hear about an unexpected image being captured on a print that has been produced by a negative as there is less chance of tampering with the finished article. If you can rule out double exposure, then the chances are you might have something of interest and worthy of further investigation.
This was certainly the case in the entry featuring Oldway Mansion in one of the books I read recently. It told the story of two girls trying to complete an assignment for their college visual arts course. They were given a camera and instructed to photograph images in the local area that interested them, then to bring the finished film back and develop the results in their college dark room.
Having exhausted all the exterior opportunities that the Bay had to offer, one of their teachers suggested they try inside Oldway Mansion as it was stunningly decorated and she was able to arrange access for them.
So, one evening, when the then council offices had been vacated, the girls met up with the caretaker there and he allowed them to roam free to take whatever pictures they wanted. They took full advantage of this opportunity, going in every room, along every corridor, paying special attention to the magnificent staircases, utilising all the different lighting conditions available. Once they’d had enough, they took their leave of the caretaker, thanking him profusely for his kindness, and scurried home, excited for their next chance to develop the results of their labours in the dark room which would turn out to be not quite what they were expecting.
They were well pleased with all their pictures as they appeared before them in the developing trays until the last negative, the print of which contained an odd image, something that definitely wasn’t there when they took it for the caretaker had assured them that, apart from himself, they were the only people in the building.
The photograph clearly showed the figure of a woman, wearing a flowing dress and scarf, captured in the pose of an exotic dancer, and possibly the initials I D in the bottom corner. The girls recognised the background as the corridor where they had taken their last pictures. Slightly scared by what they had got, they took it to their teacher who tried her best to find a convincing explanation, but nothing she said placated her students.
Finally, she accompanied them back to the dark room to see if they had made a mistake with the processing but she too was shocked to see the same image on the negative. Instructing the girls to print out said negative, they were all rendered speechless when it showed nothing but the empty corridor.
None of them knew anything about the history of Oldway Mansion, so they wouldn’t have been aware of the connection that the tragic figure of the dancer, Isadora Duncan, possibly the initials I D on the photo, had to the building.
She had an on/off relationship with Paris Singer, who owned and resided at Oldway whenever he was in the country. Together they had a son, who along with Isadora’s older daughter and their nanny, all drowned in the River Seine when their car ended up in the water, following a near miss with another vehicle. The driver’s fatal error was to apply the handbrake when he got out to hand-crank the engine.
Isadora and Paris were both distraught at such a devastating loss. They shut themselves away at Oldway to try and come to terms with their grief and whilst there Isadora immersed herself in her dancing, draped in her flowing dresses and scarves, for which she was famous, using the whole building as her stage. Years later it was these same scarves that were to bring about her own death, when one of them billowed out of the car she was travelling in, got caught in the spoked-wheels and broke her neck.
I’m well aware that Oldway Mansion has a special atmosphere, having visited it many times myself over the years. Sadly, I was never part of any groups that were allowed to investigate at night before it closed down, but I’m sure it does have its resident spirits and, although I’ve not yet been privileged to see the girls’ picture to verify it for myself, I’m sure one of them could well be Isadora, dancing away her grief, after her tragic loss.