The famous haunted house on Ship Street in WanChai
When I went there one late afternoon in the spring, the sun was still shinning, it was warm and everything seemed fine. There were some people standing and talking near the junction of
Ship Street ended in a series of rising, broad steps. At the end of which was another set of long, narrow stairs. I examined the stairs. They were just wide enough for two persons to pass, shoulder to shoulder. They led up to the house and nowhere else. If I went up, and someone blocked my path, I would be doomed.
I really wanted to see the house. So I screwed up my courage and went up. The entrance was blocked by a locked gate, so I could only peeked inside through the grating. There were not much to see: mostly red brick walls and broken windows.
I don’t believe in the existence of ghosts in the sense of people becoming haunting ghosts when they die. But I do believe there are evil spirits who are no friends of us. And I certainly believe there might have been living people doing drugs there or otherwise do not welcome my presence. So I retreated hastily after snapping a few pictures, which was my main purpose in the first place.
I went there at the spur of the moment. It wasn’t planned and I do not plan to do it again. I promise.