The Boy With No Face

​Confession by Grace & Molli

The incident took place in a new estate in Tampines.
 
I am a single parent living alone with my son. My parents have been staying over at my place since March to take care of my son and me because I’ve had a leg fracture. My dad sleeps in the living room, and my mom, in the common room. My son and I share the master bedroom.
 
I haven't indulged in supernatural content since moving in to avoid unnecessary and unhelpful emotions as it's just my son and I living on our own.
 
Since I moved in about a year ago, I’ve been hearing knocking sounds on my wall. One particular wall in fact. I've tried to remain positive, telling myself it is probably caused by the neighbors and that these sounds could have traveled from somewhere else. The peculiar thing is that the wall in question is not shared with another unit but with the elevator shaft.
 
On numerous occasions, I’ve also spotted shadow figures moving around but I rationalized those encounters as shadows casted by the movement of my bedroom curtains. I feel better with that thought.
 
However, something happened last week that has caused me to question myself. I had woken up at 3+ am to use the toilet in the master bedroom. I don’t have a habit of closing the toilet door fully so as to keep an eye on my son and also because with the toilet lights shining out to indicate my presence, he will not feel scared in case he wakes up looking for me.
 
As I was washing my hands at the basin, I noticed a figure of a child, about my son’s height, standing at the doorway peeping in. I turned around and went “eh”, thinking that my son had woken up. That was until I got a closer look at the “boy” and saw that he had no face. The “boy” then moved away quickly, giving me a clear line of sight to the bed where my son was sleeping. I stood against the basin, frozen in place. I replayed the scene in my head, trying to make sense of the encounter, but could not.
 
That wasn’t my imagination. I recall clearly, even though it was just a split second, that this “boy” had longer hair and was slightly taller than my son. Heart pounding away, I eventually plucked up enough courage to open the toilet door fully and searched around the house.
 
The next morning, I overheard my dad talking to my mom that he heard crying sounds the night before. I interrupted the conversation because I didn’t want to create a sense of fear in the house unnecessarily and gave the explanation that it was probably the neighbors. My dad accepted my reasoning even though he looked somewhat doubtful. Later in the day, after my dad went out, I confided in my mother what I had experienced the previous night. My mom then shared that my dad had experienced the same thing a few months back when he was here at my house.
 
What happened was that very late in the night, he wasn’t sure what time exactly, he had seen a boy walking to the living room. Initially he had thought it was my son, until the boy went right through the wall where the knocking sounds were heard and disappeared. That’s when he realized it was paranormal activity.
 
After hearing that, I am more convinced that the boy I had seen the night before wasn’t made up in my mind. As for my mom, although she had not seen anything, she had felt something or someone standing at various corners of the house, observing her as she moved about.
 
I've started my own prayers and blessed my house to remove whatever spirit that was here, and to prevent other spirits from coming in.
 
So far so good, but it has only been a week. We’ll see how.