My room was haunted by the ghost of a young boy

I use to live in an apartment on Bowen Road which is located in the mountains above Wan Chai.  The building was the residence for high government officials.  My dad works in the department of foreign affairs so we were lucky enough to stay in good environment.   When my parents, younger sister and I moved in to the apartment in 1998, we were very happy as it would cost at least hk$25 million for an apartment in this area.    The apartment had 3 rooms, 2 rooms where had nice views of Hong Kong City and another room facing the back of the mountains.  As I was the older of the two,  I was able to have the nice view room, which also had a balcony.  When I think back, I believe it wasn’t because my parents loved me more but since it had a balcony it wouldn’t have been safe for my 9 year old sister.

After a long day packing, I was full on tired and I fell asleep without knowing.   I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night because I heard a voice of someone calling my name, ‘Yao Yao’.   I thought it was my sister, so I said, ‘don’t bother me, I’m sleepy’.  After that, I heard the door close.  The next morning I asked my sister why you woke me up last night, I was so sleepy.  My mother quickly rebutted, ‘what are you talking about? Your sister was sleeping with us last night’.  I started to go cold behind my neck but I thought to myself, it must have been a dream.   Later that evening, I was studying in my room.   My table was facing the wall with the balcony on the left, bed at the back and door on the right.  I was stuck with a maths question so I moaned loudly.   I then I heard someone tap the glass window to my left.  I looked a saw a face and totally freaked out but it was just my face.

I was curious so I open the balcony slider doors to see what it was, but there was nothing.  I got back with studying but could concentrate so I was webcaming a few of my friends.  After a long chat I went to get a glass of water.  When I got back all my friends had disconnected.   That night while I was sleeping I would have experience the same thing, someone calling my name and asking me to wake up.  Before I could open my eyes I was only able to see the door close.   I thought my sister was playing a joke on me so I decided to go take a look so I got up and opened her door.  When the light from the hallway seeped in I could see her sleeping peacefully.

The next day at school I asked my friends why they close their webcam last night.  The two of them looked so freaked out and told me they saw a young child suddenly walked across the room but disappear through the wall.  I got home and told my mum about it and she told me not to be scared because she also saw a ghost of a young boy.   Later that night my grandmother came to stay with me in my room.   However, again I would hear that voice trying to wake me up.   The next day, I didn’t go to school and went to a temple to pray and bought a gwan ying statue and a few yellow piece of paper with a red Chinese writing.  My mum stuck the yellow piece of paper in my room, however that night I could sleep as I was scared.  My grandma accompanied me again that night.  This night I didn’t hear a voice beside my ear but I heard someone knocking on the balcony window.  As I opened my eyes I saw a child standing on my balcony.  It was very transparent but I saw the outline of a young boy.  I was freaked out and closed my eyes desperately.  I couldn’t even open my voice, but inside of me I prayed and tried to tell the ghost not too bother me.  After that night I had never saw the young ghost boy.