Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Jan 3, 2018

Kai a Kahinali’i ( Deluge)

It was a three-day deluge that soaked most of west ‘O’ahu which consequently increased the number of phone calls exponentially. The larger concentration of the calls was centered in the Kapolei demographic and the issues were all the same, everyone felt that the increase of cold weather and rain precipitated paranormal activity in their homes, businesses, and schools. It was like a scene out of a movie where the dark-colored vehicle pulls up in front of the non-descriptive home in the middle of the night, except that the presence of the rain and its cadre of dark clouds have been so constant that day has taken the appearance of the night. That’s what it felt like anyway. In reality, it was my own white colored Dodge which pulled up in front of the brightly colored two-story home just down the road from the Wal-Mart. The rain fell with such an unforgiving torrent that it soaked everything so thoroughly that the neatly manicured grass in the neighboring yards began to come apart. Now little rivers of red dirt ran down the well-paved street and pooled around a drain that was overflowing with unrecognizable debris. The matchbox houses in this place hardly seemed worth the million some odd dollars which people shelled out for it, it didn’t seem like it could hold up to a rainstorm much less a little sprinkle.

Standing in the doorway of the house was what I could only assume to be the family that called me in regards to their alleged haunted home. Something about the unusual tableau wouldn’t let me move an inch further, torrential deluge or not. There was an emptiness about these people, clearly by the looks in their eyes they were medicated in one form or another, why else would they stare right through me? By this time the rain had already soaked through my clothing and down to my socks, luckily I had only taken my cars keys with me and left my wallet and phone in the car so that neither would be damaged. Just then a woman pushed her way through the family standing at the door, she unfurled an umbrella and headed down the walkway to where I stood.

“My gosh, I’m so sorry!” She shouted. “Oh, you’re soaking wet! Please come in!”

Placing the oversized umbrella over my head she walked me toward the front door until we were both standing in the foyer.

“Go to your rooms, you guys! Lunch will be ready soon! Go! Go! Go!” She shooed the group away and once they’d all dispersed to various areas of the home, she turned to me and apologized. “I’m sorry I should have informed you right off that is a care home. Let me get you a towel so you can dry off.” She disappeared down the hallway and returned with a large beach towel, I excused myself to a nearby bathroom and soon returned a bit drier than I was before.

“My name is Mars, short for Marsie. I’m the caregiver here, it’s just myself and everyone else. Sometimes I find myself wondering if the pay is really worth it you know? Anyway, the reason I called is that one of our residents died under mysterious circumstances. No one knows why and the authorities said it was death by misadventure. Whatever it was, her ghost has come back and it’s really freaking everyone out in the house. The residents have to be medicated twice a day now because the ghost appears so frequently.”

“Interesting,” I noted. “If there was a ghost here it would be hard to detect because the ionic atmosphere is already in full play.”

“That’s her room in the hallway, third to the left. You can go check it out, I’ll wait here, it’s kinda creepy….I mean if you don’t mind?” She was apprehensive, almost fearful that the ghost of the former resident was going to manifest and walk out of the room and down the hallway toward her.

“It’s okay, I won’t be long,” I reassured her and she seemed to believe me.

I hadn’t even had a moment to view the room fully before I heard another female voice call out from behind me. “Excuse who let you in here?”

I turned to see a short, stout Japanese woman standing where Marsie just was a moment ago. Her eyes were bulging out of her head and she was not happy.

I’m sorry,” I apologized as I walked back down the hallway toward her. “I’m Briant, Marsie the caretaker called me to bless this house. She said the ghost of a former resident was haunting the place and scaring the other residents here.”

The local Japanese woman let out a sigh, “I’m Amy I’m the caregiver here. Marsie was a former resident who burned the original house down and everyone in it, including herself. She had a bad habit of pretending to be the one in charge. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

I found myself walking out the door without realizing that I was actually doing it. I was down the sidewalk and standing in front of my car when I looked back at the brightly colored house. It was gone, in its place was the burnt remains of what used to be two-story home. The neighborhood itself was gone too, in its place were older homes with iron fences around most of the yards and old broken cars parked here and there. Dogs were huddling in their makeshift houses and residents sat in their aged garages looking out at the rain. Where the hell was I? Wasn’t this Kapolei? I read the cross street signs at the end of the road and I couldn’t believe it. I was on Kalapu and Hanakahi street in ‘Ewa Beach! Was the rain that bad that I got lost in Kapolei and ended up here?

Could the three-day rain have been so bad that it increased paranormal activity to the point where the activity itself began to act out independently? One can never tell what extreme weather conditions might do to precipitate such events. One more thing, "Kalapu" means 'the ghost'

Dec 28, 2017


If you are ever at Likelike Drive-Inn you will probably find me looking at the people sitting at the counter of this all night eatery, wondering why they're here? Perhaps there's some kind of simplistic comfort in being able to sit in a crowded place where people barely notice you? Or maybe people secretly WANT to be noticed? Maybe it would be nice to have someone other than the waitress to talk to? Then there are people like Fern and Gert, short for Infernalis and Gertrude. They come here all the time but they keep to themselves and don't indulge the waitress in any conversation beyond ordering their food. At 6ft Fern's athletic build tells everyone that she is either a softball coach or plays the sport herself. Her face is framed to host a natural smile and her hairstyle seems to accentuate that very quality. Gert is slightly shorter and not as athletically built as Fern but very big boned and wide at the hips. They're matched perfectly and I can't help but imagine that if they were anywhere else but here they'd be happy. It turns out that this is the only place where they can come to hide when they're not being harassed at home.

Home is in a Kapolei suburb where they were just recently excommunicated from the church they belonged to. It's called, "Evening Harvest Ministries."  Fern and Gert were devout members of the congregation and were not beyond having brief prayer circles in the parking lot with other church members before departing for an all-day hike or retreat. They participated in cooking meals for gatherings and special meetings and most times they would offer their home to visiting members from out of state in order to save them the cost of a hotel room in Waikiki. Lewis Ahrens was the pastor of the church who in the beginning showed much favor on Fern and Gert for their selfless devotion to the word. That is until one evening pastor Ahrens delivered a heated sermon with such an intense fervor that it moved Ella Tagupa to stand on her feet and cast her crutches aside. She was born with deformed legs which turned in at the knee, countless operations throughout her life proved to be fruitless and at 47 years old she was prepared to succumb to the suggestion of her doctor and have her legs amputated. That evening she became overwhelmed by the words of pastor Ahrens who preached that all physical afflictions are the result of afflictions placed upon one's self. "It's true," she thought to herself. "I've afflicted myself with doubt and hate."

With every ounce of strength she possessed, Ella willed herself past the pain and hobbled her way toward pastor Ahrens. The Pastor stretched out his arms to Ella and bid her come to him and as valiant as the effort was she never made it. The effort proved to be too much for her and her resolve gave out before her body did.  Her stiffened form fell toward the carpeted floor and Fern and Gert could see the expression on Ella's face. The hope for a miracle was gone, she was defeated.

She accepted her fate.

Gert was at Ella's side in a flash, she placed her hands on Ella's deformed knees and there was a sudden loud pop and then a crack. It was such a sharp sound that it caught everyone's attention. Ella screamed in pain and jumped up to her feet, "My legs are already broken you dumb bitch! Are you trying to kill me now?! "

There were gasps and stifled screams but mostly silence, Fern grabbed Gert and they left in such a hurry that no one really noticed, except for Pastor Ahrens. He noticed. he saw everything. Ella Tagupa was cured, her legs were no longer deformed, they were now straight as an arrow. She went from a slouched and bent over 5'4 to a regal and tall 5'11. A miracle of healing took place under the roof of the "Evening Harvest Ministries" and it was not performed by the pastor but by a layperson, a common everyday human being known as Gertrude Oliver.  It was about that time that pastor Ahrens lost his congregation, not in a trickle or like grains of sand in an hourglass, but all at once. Fern and Gert were not prepared for the phone calls and the random visits to their home but in order to quell the crowd before any kind of hysteria would amass itself on their front lawn, Fern and Gert insisted that what happened was not a miracle but a mere accident of circumstance.

"You see how full figured I am right? It was the wrong thing to do but I pushed down on Ella's knees by accident so that I could stand up and it just popped into place in some kind of other way and now she can walk! That's all it was! There's no miracle, just go back to church everybody! Pastor Ahrens is a good man! You can't just abandon him like this!" Gert pleaded with everyone but they were not having it. Mrs. Lourdes stepped forward and showed Gert and Fern a video she recorded on her phone. It was Gert purposely placing her hands on Ella's knees and as clear as day everyone could see that the bones righted themselves without Gert ever having to push down on them. What she had just claimed to the crowd of people from the ministries as happening did not happen at all. There was no way around it, it was the laying on of hands. A miracle had taken place.



Eight-year-old Gertrude Oliver is Hawaiian on her mother's side. Her mother's name is Ipo Nahele and she met Houston Oliver ( Gertrude's father ) on his first day of duty guarding the gate fronting the Barber's Point military base. It was love at first sight and they were married in less than a month. Gertrude came along in 1962 and neither parent took notice of Gertrude's gift until the day a stray cat was run over right in front of their home. The feral animal was mangled but still alive, little Gertrude ran out to the street and held the cat in her arms until all of the broken bones and cartilage popped back into place. The feline ran off as if nothing happened. That is when Ipo realized that the years of talk regarding her bloodline having come from the goddess 'Kapo'ulakinau'  may have actually had some merit to it. She was a goddess of sorcery but also a goddess of healing.
From then on Ipo was particularly careful to watch over Gertrude as she grew from childhood to womanhood. To the few who were healed by Gertrude the only payment required of them was silence and anonymity in exchange for the task performed. However, Gertrude could only heal as long as she was within the boundaries of what is now known as the Kapolei area because that is where her gift derived itself from. The name Kapolei as we already know is for the beloved sister of Pele and Hi'iaka.



After many nights of hiding at Likelike Drive-Inn to have their meals and to avoid a once devoted crowd that now turned hostile because of Gertrude's reluctance to perform any healing, both Gert and Fern decided that it would be best to visit pastor Ahrens for a meeting. That evening the lone chevy malibu which was parked in the empty lot told Fern and Gert that the pastor was present. He was surprised but happy to see them, after exchanging greetings with one another the three sat and talked seriously. Gert apologized for what took place and shared with the pastor that she had instructed his followers to return to his church but to no avail, and so she was forced to ask pastor Ahrens a serious question.



As alone and un-noticed as I tried to be, Fern and Gert recognized me and asked if I would join them. So what you have now is everything they shared with me except for the end but here it is. The ladies decided that it would be best to move from their home in Kapolei to anywhere else but there, maybe Vegas or maybe the big island. They weren't sure yet.

"But isn't Kapolei the source of your healing?" I asked.

"It is," Gert agreed wholeheartedly. "But pastor Ahrens needs his congregation and my presence will continue to take that away from him and he's a good man."

Not meaning to be intrusive, I had to inquire as to what they were forced to ask of pastor Ahrens?

"To make sure that his flock didn't try to follow us, we gave him our permission to spread whatever rumor he wanted about us so that he could get his church back." Fern intimated as she spoke in a hushed tone.

"Geeze, what did he say?" I was expecting the worse.

"He said that we were clandestine interlopers who were stealing his sermons so that we could form our own church," Gert shared the pastor's information with a raised eyebrow.

I was still confused. "Clandestine interlopers?"

"Occult practitioners," Gert confirmed with a smile. "We suggested that he could convince Ella Tagupa and everyone else that her healing came at the cost of her soul and that it was only pastor Ahrens who could give her salvation. Only then could she be fully healed in every sense of the word."

"That's a hell of a price to pay for your own peace of mind?" I mused.

"It's time," there was a hint of lament and sadness in Gert's voice. "You lose a bit of yourself every time you heal someone, it's the price you pay for something you never asked to have. People do so much harm to themselves, and sometimes it gets passed down to their issue. You wouldn't believe how bad a broken heart takes a toll on someone's body. They slouch, they have back problems, the all too early onset of constipation. Some people never recover and one morning they wake up dead. Children hurt me the most, especially when it's obvious that they're being abused but this is a good trade-off for a normal life and no one gets hurt in the end."

Pointing at my empty plate Fern asked, "You want another one? You inhaled that eggs and corned beef hash pretty quick."

Before I could protest she'd already ordered a second plate with a side of french toast. A few minutes later I was sopping up the egg yolk and the syrup with the last piece of french toast when Gert reached over and placed her hand on mine. "Mahalo for coming over and spending time with us, we didn't mean to bother you."

"The honor was mine, I learned a lot. Thank you for trusting me enough to share."



I knew I was going to pay for that second plate of eggs and corned beef hash with the french toast on the side. I figured I'd get home quick enough so that when the onslaught came I'd be prepared. I sat on the toilet for five minutes when I realized that nothing was happening. Strange.  What was even more strange was that I slept through the night without once waking up to take a leak. The following day was also strange because someone at the gym pointed out that my face seemed different but that they could not put their finger on it. I headed to the locker room and found a mirror where I looked myself over for a minute and I finally realized that the dark splotches around my eyes were gone. In fact, it didn't hurt to sit down and stand up anymore and my ankles weren't swollen like they usually were. This wave of energy suddenly surged through me and I jumped on the elite stair climber and placed the settings on medium. My legs didn't hurt, I was winded of course but not as horrible as before.

I had to stop and think for a second, did this have something to do with Gert? Did she heal me last night when she placed her hand on mine? I didn't feel a jolt of energy or anything? But then, how is it possible that Gert could have done it without being in Kapolei? That thought would rack my mind for the rest of the day and through the night until I sat bolt upright in my bed at three in the morning. I'd been struck with a gem of realization. Gert's guardian deity and ancestor is Kapo'ulakinau, a sister of Pele. Pele is also our aumakua as well.

Maybe that's the answer? Or maybe Gert is more of a great healer than she lets on? Maybe she's too humble to extoll her own virtues?


Nov 29, 2017



It was a moment where the attraction was instantaneous, they both knew it, they could smell it on one another, the only problem was time. Their jobs kept them busy with projects which their boss seemed to purposely pile on the both of them in order that they might be separated and not even have a moment to talk in the break room or at the water cooler. After a few painful months, he finally took the two second opportunity to meet her after work. She agreed and she inquired as to the place, she found out from him that it was Makua beach, a little private out of the way cove where hardly anyone goes.

"It's a special place," he told her.

So as not to raise suspicion they both went in their own cars and met at the 7-11 in Nanakuli where she would follow him the rest of the way. Finally, they pulled over into a parking lot just across the street from the cave, they went in the opposite direction where she followed him down a old foot path that led to the private cove. Near the reef was a natural enclosure where no one would be able to discover them even if they tried, he removed his coat and placed it on the sand. Before they both removed their clothing completely she happened to notice several men standing on the reef wearing nothing but malo. She made mention of this to him but when he looked in the direction where she had seen the men, they were gone. However, he glanced up toward the bottom of the sand dune and saw a small group of men standing there as well, also wearing malo.

"Are those the guys you saw?" He asked her.

But when she looked in the direction which he had indicated, the men were gone. Taking a moment to gaze into each other's eyes, they kissed slowly and deeply and were soon naked and laying on his coat. The passion was so overwhelming that it made the two of them dizzy but it was worth the effect, he found her without any trouble and soon they were caught up in the throes of lust. He propped himself up now in order that he might enter her by removing himself completely but slowly putting himself back again and again but without any hurry. Her moans were deep and only served to heighten his sense of her and what she wanted, she herself however could not hold back her first orgasm and reached out to grab something, anything. As her hand lay flat on the sand she was about to dig her fingers into it once the first wave of pleasure took over but something came up from the sand and locked fingers with hers. She was so delirious with pleasure that it didn't occur to her that both of his hands were on her shoulders, then whose hand was it? From his perspective he could see that her hands were on the sand but something had just grabbed both of his buttocks and were now spreading them apart. Simultaneously, as the one hand grabbed hers he saw it, it was the hand of a skeleton with old bits of flesh on it. He let out a horrific scream and finished inside her, she screamed too once she saw the skeletal hand holding on to hers but she had no clue that the reason he screamed was because one of those skeletal hands jammed two elongated bony fingers into his rectum. The two jumped up and gathered their clothing howling in horror while several skeletal figures began to rise up out of the sand, each one heading straight toward them. They fumbled about at first, nearly running one another over while at the same time the skeletons who began to number in the tens and twenties hurled sharp stones at them, hitting their mark every time. The sound of the stones striking the couple made a sickening thud as the two fled for their very existence, not realizing that the place where they'd tried to express their lust was a place where the bones of ancient Hawaiian family members who once lived in that area were buried in the sands of that private cove. The bones of those people were there so that they might be prepared for an 'unihipili ceremony where they would be deified into 'aumakua on the night of Kane. It just so happened to be the very same night where the couple decided to meet and consummate their desires, but without success.

Oct 31, 2017

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2017! #1


The grass looks a lot greener than usual what with it soaked in Kyle's blood, it's almost artistic if you think about it. The bold red color juxtaposed against the lush rich green looks like something straight out of those Zang Yimou films. Funny things happen to your thoughts after you witness a horrible tragedy taking place right in front of your eyes but when I really give it some thought, it's our fault. We were stupid, we should have listened, but when you're rich and privileged and get everything handed to you your whole life, you think you're untouchable. You get to see how money changes everything, how it corrupts, how it buys sex, friends, and cars. Money is also a very strong motivational tool when you're sitting at the Zippy's in Mc Cully with a bunch of your drunk friends and they dare you  and your brother to do something asinine, like go up to Kaniakapupu on the night of the night marchers and see if the stories about them are actually true. So your ego and the dollar amount of the bet is too good to pass up and everyone carpools in a long line heading up to the Nu'uanu Pali drive. Twenty minutes later we're all parked by the water reservoir and there's a big crowd of our friends cheering us on, "Taylor! Kyle! Taylor! Kyle! Taylor! Kyle!"
All the girls kiss us and some hug up on us with their whole body and promise us a little something extra when we get back, it's stuff like that that makes a man willing to jump off a cliff or walk over hot coals you know? We get the bro hugs too, the warrior's chest beating and the wide-eyed crazed berzerker looks from the guys, all meant to urge us on to our destiny.

That scene fades away like ambient white noise in the distance because that's all it is, noise. After the nearly ten-minute hike, Kyle and I are sitting in the middle of an abandoned summer home that once belonged to one of our last great Hawaiian kings. The darkness is more than a pitched black darkness, it's more than a thick black blanket draped over your head, it's the kind of dark that almost seems to have a life of its own. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me but Kyle saw it too, he didn't say anything but he gave me a look, a look that I've seen a thousand times when we were growing up. He was scared. My brother is built like a brick shit house and he isn't afraid of anyone, but to see him like un-nerved me.

No one knew this but I bought a pair of brass knuckles and a 9mm handgun just in case because you never know. I tossed the brass knuckles to Kyle and I popped the clip into my gun and as always in a tight situation, my brother and I were ready to rock and roll.

Nothing happened, no movement, no sound, maybe we were imagining things? Maybe we were too wound up after that rousing pep rally down the road? I gave Kyle a look like our time had been wasted and that it was all a stupid idea, he got the point and he nodded in agreement.

That's when it happened.

There was no sound of conch shells, no drums, no chants, no choking smell of sulfur, no procession of torch lights, they were already there and we walked right into the middle of their party. I was knocked down first and held down with giant feet all over my body, I couldn't move even if I wanted to. The rest of the night marchers turned their attention to Kyle, my brother was all action and no talk but this wasn't a street fight where you beat someone's ass and walk away. They didn't bother toying with Kyle, instead, they attacked him as one single unit. I could hear the clash of flesh on flesh as the loud thud of fists and feet struck my brother again and again. The sound was almost endless and at some point, I heard Kyle cry out in pain for the first time in my life. When they pulled back he was still kneeling on the grass, his jaw was broken and his forearm was twisted in a very gross direction. There was so much blood all over his face I couldn't tell where it was coming from, I kept screaming his name,


He turned his head in my direction to look for me even though his eyes were swollen shut, "Taylor....Taylor....don't let them kill me, Taylor..."

I've never seen my brother like that before like he was a helpless kid who was lost or something. My brother was always the one who had my back, but somehow I knew that he wasn't going to walk away from this one. The group of night marchers that beat him stepped back and another group of night marchers stepped forward in their place, this group was armed with spears that had six barbs pointed down at the tip and two facing up at the bottom, eight barbs in all. They took turns at Kyle and ran him through, everytime they pulled their spears out of him a chunk of his flesh would go with it. I'm not even sure at what point Kyle died, but that didn't stop the night marchers. They were not going to stop killing him until they were satisfied. We were trespassing, after all, we were in a place during a time that was not ours, it was meant for the night marchers to be there, not two idiots like myself and my brother. I was held down and made to watch, every time I looked away one of the night marchers would force my head back in the same direction.

It finally stopped when the first light appeared in the sky, the marchers dissolved and were carried away by a silent wind which took their dark forms into the ether. I wasn't let go without a couple of heavy blows to my head and face, all I could do was cover up until they were completely gone. There was almost no point in me getting up on my feet to go see Kyle because what was left him is what brought me to my knees. Other than his hands and his shoes...........there was nothing that told me that this was Kyle's body. It was just a mess of mangled, twisted flesh.

The grass looks a lot greener than usual what with it soaked in Kyle's blood, it's almost artistic if you think about it. The bold red color juxtaposed against the lush rich green blades of grass looks like something straight out of those Zang Yimou films. Some of that blood is mine too.....oh the screams? Those are our friends, the ones we made a bet with.....I guess I win....I survived the wasn't my fault that Kyle got killed. Was it?

Oct 30, 2017

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2017! #2


The missionary family built their home at the edge of old Ko'olina near the one stretch of sand that fell under the watchful shade of Waimanalo and Pili 'O Kahe. The heathens of the Wai'anae ahupua'a needed to hear the word of God and repent their lives of savagery and wanton lust among one another. A Christianized Hawaiian by the name of Hiram provided the head of the missionary family with his own daughter to serve in any capacity he wished, her name was Hina. The head of the family was named Ezekiel but was called, 'Eli' for short, his wife's name was Ruth and his son's name was Jubilum. The son took to the girl Hina very easily and became her constant companion, the girl herself only aged at sixteen years treated the boy as if he were her own son, the two were never far from one another. To Ruth, the girl was indignant and never obeyed her word but for the few times that she did do as Ruth asked, she performed her tasks begrudgingly. In the presence of Eli, the girl was quiet and demure but always stared at him without blinking. It made Eli uncomfortable and nervous because he had a sense that Hina could see into his soul and that she knew every detail of who he truly was and it frightened him.

The girl cooked well and took special pride in the performance of her duties but only when Eli was present. One day while Eli attempted to gather fish in a wading pond just near the ocean, his foot became tangled in the rocks and he fell into the raging ocean. Having not acquired to skills to swim, Eli struggled in any way he could from going under, but the more he fought the more he became tired and exhausted and nearly drowned. Everything suddenly went black and when Eli finally came to he was laying on the beach, coughing up bile and anything else he'd eaten. Standing above him was Hina with no clothes on, Eli had never seen a more beautiful creature than Hina and before he knew it, she had taken him. Their secret love affair continued without Ruth's knowledge and sometimes right under her nose, Ruth began to feel alienated from her husband and her son but she became more increasingly bothered by Hina. The girl did not keep the Sabbath but instead returned to her own home and indulged in the pagan drink called 'awa and took the meats and fish which were dedicated to the savage Hawaiian gods. In her drunken state, Hina danced the forbidden hula. On the Sabbath, Eli would disappear, saying that it was his time to walk along the shore and commune with God, he would often return well past the appointed hour that any soul should be about on a Sunday. His eyes were glazed over and his skin was flush and smelled of something heady and primal, Ruth became repulsed by him and refused to be anywhere in his presence. The following day a small group of men arrived by Canoe, they were the heads of the church from Honolulu. They were shocked to know that no church had been built and no number of savages had taken the lord as their savior, Eli was ordered to leave with the men immediately to Honolulu. There was to be an accounting and explanation as to his lack of commitment and faith in performing the Lord's work. As the canoe made it's way up the coastline, Eli saw Hina standing on the reef waving until she was out of sight, the canoe never arrived at Mamala. Eli and the men he left with were never seen again. Ruth took her son Jubilum and traveled back to the fair town of Kou and eventually boarded the next ship back to Boston, never to return.


Years later a large estate was built on the lands of Wai'anae where a plantation boss made his home, many a Hawaiian youth were hired to work as servants in the large multi-roomed house, especially a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl named, 'Hina.' She was tall and regal and held the stature of one who was bred of a chiefly status, a ravishing beauty she held the attention of everyone who saw her, most especially the plantation boss. One morning he awoke to sunlight pouring into his bedroom as Hina opened each window and drew back each curtain walking from window to window, the sunlight made the thin material of her dress transparent, he could see that she was naked underneath. Overcome with a mad lust, he took Hina into his bed where she was more than willing to let him have his way with her. Afterward, it appeared as if Hina was exempt from her duties once the plantation boss would call for her. Sometimes, she would disappear for days on end with the boss, sometimes on horse rides, jaunts on the Dillingham train or just long hikes up into the valley at a cold pond where they would bathe for hours. One day a message came that all landowners on 'O'ahu were to meet at the Honolulu location of Kou in the adobe school building. They were going to form a group known as the committee of safety according to the message, but the information itself was to be kept a secret. As the plantation boss left his estate, he turned to see Hina standing in his bedroom window waving farewell, he waved back.  He never arrived at the meeting, while waiting for the train to pull up, someone carrying an arm full of large bags accidentally bumped into the plantation boss and pushed him onto the tracks where the Dillingham steam engine ran him over and decapitated his head and sliced his body in half.


When the new hotel fashioned after the Halekulani architecture was built, the construction was not without its problems but the hotel was finished none the less. The Ko'olina property was not well received by the locals either as it was obvious that the property was anti-local, it did not help that the local news was only too glad to report it. The general manager was frustrated as he turned the television off with the remote control, his wife massaged his shoulders and assured him that all would be well, he took his wife's hand in his and remarked, "Where would I be without you Hina?"

"Where indeed?" His wife replied. "You had better get ready for your meeting in town."

Leaving the property he noticed his wife standing on the balcony of the west facing tower as she waved farewell, he paused his car for a second to wave back and blow a kiss. He stopped his car again at the security guard station as the 'Ewa Train ride clattered past, there was Hina again, sitting in the old train waving at her husband. He convinced himself that it was just the sunlight playing tricks on him, no matter the case the general manager never made it to the meeting in town. His Mercedes was found in the parking lot of the Davies Pacific tower, but as for Magnus Johnson, knew one knew what became of him.


Some say that the Hina of the Wai'anae coast is the Hina who is the demigod Maui's mother, others say that she is a protective deity of the leeward area, particularly Wai'anae. Whoever she may be, she certainly has it out for men in authoritative positions.

Oct 29, 2017

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2017! #3


My only wish for Carly was that she would find herself and be happy, her happiness always counted on external things as did her sadness. There was never any joy from within, within seemed empty, empty to the point where she might have become like a hard-boiled egg with no yoke or white on the inside, just an empty shell. Carly would never find that center, that primary point from where she began, always being told that she was not good enough unless she looked a certain way, or wore certain kinds of clothing or donned a particular brand of makeup. The pressure to be perfect was too great and so while sitting on the toilet in the bathroom down the hallway from the old McDonald's at the food court in Pearlridge, she slit her wrists and the insides of her thighs until she bled to death. Carly is the singular reason as to why all the mirrors were removed from that women's bathroom because women would stand in the mirror brushing their hair, only to see Carly's ghost standing behind them with blood covering her hands and dripping down her legs asking the question, "Am I good enough?"

Oct 28, 2017

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2017! #4


Over the course of their relationship, Gary Miyashiro and Roberta Yamaoka developed a particular penchant for taking nude pictures and videos of one another where they would download them on their computer for later viewing together. This was how they found their pleasure, almost through a pre-recorded kind of voyeurism. Sometimes the pictures and videos were not posed like a tableau but random, like Gary taking a shower or Roberta laying on her stomach naked while sleeping. Sometimes the pictures and the videos were like works of art and it was obvious that both Gary and Roberta put a lot of thought and preparation into it, but no matter what the effort was, the couple always ended the night with having sex while watching videos which they recorded of themselves having sex. The one bedroom apartment was quaint for their needs but the time had come when they had saved enough money to buy their own place, so they decided to live in a condominium off of Judd Street across from 'O'ahu Cemetery. It seemed to be the perfect place for them, open, spacious and filled with the winds which filtered down Nu'uanu from the Pali. They continued with their lives and careers, both doctors but at different hospitals. Their penchant for recording pictures and videos of one another in nature's clothing continued unabated. There was more natural lighting and more space and the view of the green valley in the background made for stunning poses, however, the pair were only able to download the videos and pictures but were never able to look at them until much later since they were both called into work.

Forty-eight hours later while viewing their work, the pair were in for a stunning surprise when in their pictures and video was a young fair-skinned local woman who seemed to be in all of their recordings. She was soaking wet from head to toe as she wore a dark green fitted sleeveless top and a matching knee-length skirt. Her hair was put up in a high tight bun and on her face was a scowl that told Gary and Roberta that they were not welcome. Immediately, they called their real estate agent and the building manager and got them together for a meeting. It was revealed that a young girl who worked at a downtown office came home one day from work and for some unknown reason, drowned herself in her bathtub in the same place where Gary and Roberta were now living. A year went by and no one was interested in the unit, but neighbors would say they could hear the television set on really loud or at other times they could hear people having conversations but more consistent were the sounds of a woman weeping mournfully as if the end of the world had arrived at her doorstep. Her body was found when her brother and his wife came to visit and no one would answer the door, they called her cell phone and there was no answer either. They finally found her body when the real estate agent came and brought the key. The brother would later say that it was beyond his comprehension as to why his sister would take her own life when she had everything going for her?

That left Gary and Roberta with nothing to go by and they were so nervous that the ghost of this young woman might appear in their pictures and videos again that they discontinued the practice. Of course, that wouldn't mean that the ghost ceased in making herself known. Often times, when Roberta would leave for work, Gary would feel someone who he thought was Roberta getting into bed but when he opened his eyes there wouldn't be anyone there physically, but Gary would always find that Roberta's side of the bed was soaking wet. On another occasion Roberta returned from work after a two-day shift and immediately went to soak in the tub, as she let the hot water soothe all the muscles and stress from her body, she suddenly felt a breathy whisper in her ear, "Should I wash your back?"
Roberta screamed and fell all over herself trying to get out of the tub because she found that the young woman in the green dress was seated behind her in the tub. The last straw came when Gary and Roberta had a moment to make love before leaving for work, at the most inopportune time the young woman's ghost appeared sitting at the edge of the bed as she watched intently. It was Gary who saw the ghost first and screamed as he jumped off of the bed and tumbled to the floor, Roberta lay there petrified and couldn't move. The ghost of the young woman crawled up the length of the bed until she hovered over Roberta's naked body, eyeing it as if it were some kind of prize. She licked her lips and inhaled just inches away from Roberta's lips and then faded into a wisp of smoke and the pores of Roberta's skin literally drank in the smoke. Roberta then got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom and locked the door from the inside. No matter how Gary tried, he could not open the door, but after a few minutes, the bathroom door clicked open and there was Roberta laying in the tub submerged under the surface of the water. She'd drowned.


Tamara and her husband Mel jumped up and down with glee as they took their first selfie together in their new Judd Street condominium. Both of them screamed and dropped the cell phone when they saw what appeared to be two ghosts behind them, one a young woman in a soaking wet green dress and the other soaking wet and naked. They were eyeing Tamara as if she were some kind of meal to be had, ready to be eaten.