Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas everyone!

I hope everyone is having a wonderful and safe holiday season. I haven't posted anything in a while, but I have collected a few stories recently that I will be sharing next week!

I also wanted to let you know that posting might become a little sporadic. I started a new job and my schedule is going to be all over the place. Bear with me!

I hope you all have a great Christmas. Eat, drink and be merry (but responsible)!


Red Eyes in The Tunnel

Informant: Male/26/European ancestry
Location: Koloa, Kauai

Underneath my house there is a tunnel that runs the whole length of the structure. It was used back in plantation days, but I don’t know what for. When we were kids we used to play in that tunnel all the time. 

One day I was playing when I noticed it was getting really late. I started to make my way through the tunnel to the other side of the house. Halfway through, as I was crawling, I could see the other end, and at the end there were two big, glowing red eyes. I stared at them, and they stared at me. 

I figured, well, I can’t go forward, so I’ll just go backwards really slowly. Each time I moved back, the eyes moved with me. It followed me through the tunnel, but it always kept its distance, and it didn’t follow me out. 

I knew it wasn’t a cat because cats don’t have red eyes, and they were far too big to be any animal. I still don’t know what it was.


Spirits in The Bank

Informant: Male/26/Chinese ancestry
Location: Kapahulu, Oahu

I work at the Kapahulu branch of a certain bank. One day recently I was on my lunch break eating with my boss in the break room when I feel a slight tug on my shirt collar. It felt like someone was trying to fix my collar. I turned around and nobody was there. 

I asked her, “Did you see anything behind me?” which sounds completely crazy already, so I told her I felt someone tug on my collar. My boss was like, “You’re just tired.” Which I was, but I know what I felt and it definitely felt real. The tugging felt like an actual hand.

A few days after that I was coming back again on my lunch break with some food and I walked into the office, where my boss was again. Out of the corner of my eye I see someone’s shadow walk into the hallway heading in the direction of the bathroom. I thought it was another employee, but when I walked into the hallway nobody was there. I didn’t bother asking my boss if she saw anything.

A similar thing happened to a coworker at another branch. She had just closed down and was checking to make sure everything was in order. She looked at the door, and in the reflection of the door she saw a little boy. When she turned around, nobody was there. She was the only person there. 

I mean, I’m known for being nail-bitingly neurotic when it's busy, but I know what I felt, and I know what I saw.


The Bowling Alley

Informant: Male/26/Japanese ancestry
Location: Lihue, Kauai
Actual picture of the back of the lanes

I’ve worked at the bowling alley for a few years, and a lot of the time I have to do mechanic maintenance in the back of the lanes. One night I was working in the back, and exited a side room that goes right out onto the back of the lanes. The lane right next to the door is Lane 28, and sitting right there on the wood part of the lane was a black figure. It just looked like a pure black figure, sitting there. But I didn’t think much of it, because I had seen it before. 

Another time I was working in the back cleaning up some tables and chairs. As I walked down the lanes, I passed lanes 7 and 8 and sitting there was the black figure again. I passed right by it, turned around, and it was gone. 

Everyone who has worked at the bowling alley long enough has seen the black figure. One employee was working underneath the pinsetter and looked up through the holes and saw the black figure. 

Other employees have heard phantom bowlers late at night bowling on lanes 13 and 14. They’ve heard the ball go down the lane and pins being hit. They’ve also seen balls falling off the rack, pushed by nobody. 

The bowling alley is full of ghosts. Rumor has it someone committed suicide there when it used to be a grocery store. Lots of old timer bowlers have told me that story, but I forget the name of the person. A senior citizen died there from a heart attack while bowling.

The bowling alley was a grocery store up until the mid 90's. Could it be the location of the meat room incident?


The White Wind

Informant: Male/26/Japanese ancestry
Location: Wailua, Kauai

It was late one night and I was sitting at my computer like I usually do. My mom was asleep on the living room couch, and my dad was in another room right next to mine with the door closed. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone walk into my parent’s bedroom. I see clothes move. 

I know it’s not my mom, because she’s sleeping. I know it’s not my dad, because if he opened the bedroom door it would make a crapload of noise because it’s warped from the hurricane. The figure was white, and it was like the wind. It moved passed and rustled the clothes. I couldn’t make out if it was a man or woman. 

I’ve seen the figure before, when both of my parents were asleep. I’ve moved my computer monitor since then.



Halloween Giveaway!

Hello faithful readers! To thank you for your support, and in the spirit of Halloween, I'm having a special giveaway!

The lucky winner will receive a copy of Obake Files by Glen Grant. It's my favorite ghost story book. I read it so much it fell apart, so I had to get another copy!

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The Knudsen Gap Hitchiker

Informant: Female/age unknown/Japanese ancestry
Location: Knudsen Gap, Tunnel of Trees, Kauai

It was 10:30 p.m. and my sister was leaving work from Kalaheo and heading towards Lihue. She notice that she was the last car as she passed the Tunnel of Trees. As she was going down the slight hill where there is an old, short concrete bridge, she notice out of the corner of her eye there was a really bright light shining from the passenger seat window. She suddenly realized a very dark figure had entered her car and was sitting in the passenger's seat. The air suddenly became extremely cold; so cold that her teeth started chattering. She didn't dare look at the dark figure that was sitting right next to her. She just kept asking out loud, "Is that you, dad? Is that you, dad?"

This lasted the span of about a minute as she was about to make the turn that goes between the mountain. Suddenly the dark figure jumped out of the car into the hao bushes. The air in the car returned to normal. She wasn't freezing nor were her teeth chattering.

That dark figure scared her so badly that her husband had to drive her to work for about three weeks until she felt comfortable enough to drive by herself again. She never encountered that scary ghost hitchhiker again nor does she ever want to. That stretch of road is called the Knudsen Gap, and there have been quite a few tragic accidents on that straight away. I think (don't quote me on this) it might have to do with that dark figure that jumped in her car.My sister didn't look at it so she wouldn't crash. I can only imagine what that thing looked like. Scary...


Dad Doesn't Like You

Informant: Female/22/Japanese ancestry
Location: Lihue, Kauai

This happened a really long time ago in May of 1990 when I was 22 and my boyfriend at the time was 25. It happened between 11:00 p.m. and 3:00 a.m.

We were going to bed around 11 p.m. and I went to close the bed room door. But I didn't want to get off the bed so I just put my hands down onto the floor and the rest of my body was still on the bed. I reached for the door which was only a foot away from the bed but I just couldn't find. I was swinging my hand around when all of a sudden I looked toward my left and right at the foot of the doorway I saw wrinkled, pale white feet standing right there! I froze and my eyes started to slowly look up, following up to the shin and knees. I jumped onto the bed and my heart was pounding!

I told my boyfriend that someone was standing by the door! He said" What?" I said, "Someone is standing by the door!" So he go up and took a look around the house but there was no one to be found. I told him that it look liked my dad's legs when I used to massage them when he was dying of cancer. He said, "What, you think your dad is visiting you?" I said "Yes. I do dream about him and he always says to me that he is always here with me!" 

The next morning he woke me up and asked me why, around 3 a.m., I was smothering him with the plastic bag, the one with the huge purple stuffed bunny in it. I said " What? I didn't do that. Why in the world would I do that to you?" He said, "Yes, you did it twice! So I punched that stuffed animal across the room!" I didn't see it across the room, so I looked at the end of the bed and there it was, the purple bunny in the plastic bag on the floor. I just look at him and said, "OH MY GOD, MY DAD DOESN'T LIKE YOU! IT WAS HIM THAT DID THAT TO YOU!"

Even though it was my dad, he did scare me that night! It was a warning from him because we did break up a few months later. Now I am married to the most wonderful man that God could bless me with! Thank you dad, I love you and miss you a lot. Amen.


Take Uncle Back

Informant: Female/28/Japanese ancestry 
Location: Kekaha, Kauai

A bunch of friends and I went drifting at Triangles in Mana on the west side of Kauai one night. We had all gathered along that long stretch of road along the beach in Kekaha when we noticed one of the cars lagging behind. Suddenly all we see is the car burn rubber and race over to where we were, and the car doors flew open and people jumped out. 

The driver was screaming “Get the f*** out of my car! Get out now!” The rest of us were baffled. I thought to myself, “I know we didn’t do any drugs tonight. What the hell is going on?” Finally the driver said, “I was driving and then all of a sudden there was a man in the back seat of my car! I saw him in my rearview mirror, and he won’t get out!” 

I have an ability to see and feel spirits, so the driver and my boyfriend pleaded with me to go over to the car and take a look. I refused, but I told the driver, “It’s just a gut feeling I have, but uncle wants you to take him back the way you came. You were driving too fast and he couldn’t get out of the car. He wants you to take him back. That’s just what I feel.”

The driver refused to get back in the car with the spirit. So finally, after a lot of pleading, I gave in and approached the car. I covered my eyes, and when I got to the car I felt for the door and spoke. 

“Uncle, I’m sorry, but you gotta get out of the car.”

If that spirit was a real person, I would have run for my life, because I felt such an immense anger coming from him that I started hyperventilating. He was pissed. I told the driver he had to take him back, and he had to take him back now. He finally sucked it up and got back in the car and sped in the other direction. 

I had my eyes closed the whole time, but even then I could see him without even having to open my eyes. He just looked like a regular guy. Not big, not small, not old, just like a regular guy. But he was pissed, and he wanted to go back.

The Spirits in the Basement

Informant: Male/26/European ancestry 
Location: Koloa, Kauai 

The house I’ve lived in all my life was one of the original plantation houses on Kauai. It had a basement that was used as a prison for plantation workers that refused to do any work. One Halloween night my friends and I decided to go down there at midnight with a tape recorder and a video camera to see if we could catch any activity. 

After a few minutes of recording with the camera and recorder, all three of us felt a chill down our spines, at the same time. It got cold, and the video camera started going out of focus. But it wasn’t the whole picture that was blurry, it was only certain parts of it. Like in the very center it would be out of focus, but the rest of it would be fine. We spent half an hour down there when we decided enough was enough.

When we reviewed the tape recorder, we could hear multiple voices that weren’t ours. We knew it wasn’t anyone from above in the main house because that dungeon, for lack of a better word, was completely sound proof. 

I don’t know what happened to the tapes, and we can’t replicate it again since my dad has since sealed the basement.

The Poi Pounder

Informant: Male/26/European ancestry
Location: Koloa, Hawaii

When I was a boy, I never believed in any of the Hawaiian superstitions or traditions. My house has a lot of Hawaiian history that could be found in the most normal of places. I found a King Kamehameha coin in my back yard, and borrowed my friend’s metal detector to see what other kinds of treasures I could find and possibly sell for a profit. 

The detector picked up a signal, and I unearthed from my backyard an ancient poi pounder. It made no sense to me that a metal detector should detect rock. I decided it would be awesome to take to show and tell the next day, so I put it on my nightstand and went to bed. 

That night, I had the worst nightmares I have ever had in my life. I was dreaming that Hawaiians were stabbing me with spears, all over my body. Finally in my dream I got stabbed in the hand, and I woke up. When I looked at my hand, there was a line of blood running down it. When I wiped it away, there was no wound. 

I didn’t waste any time. At four in the morning I grabbed a shovel and a flashlight, found the place where I dug up the poi pounder, and put it back in the ground. I apologized profusely. The next day at school I told my friends what happened, and they scolded me saying “Don’t you know that only a Kahuna can remove those things?” to which I replied, “I never believed that stuff!” “Well, I bet you do now!” 
I certainly do.

Lights in the Deep Water

Informant: Female/28/Japanese Ancestry
Location: Ahukini Pier, Kauai

I was down at Ahukini one night with my boyfriend and some friends fishing. While everyone else was doing their thing, I went out onto the pier. I was looking at the water when I noticed a light in the distance. I thought it was the reflection from the moon, but when I looked up, the moon wasn’t above. The light started to come closer to the pier where I was standing, and I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Was someone diving there? It could be a dive light, but I knew from my boyfriend that you can see the beam of a dive light, and there was no beam visible, just a glowing light deep under the water. I started to get that sinking “Oh crap” feeling in my chest, and I yelled for my boyfriend to come over.

He came, and I asked him if the light could be a diver. He said no, because you couldn’t see the beam of the light. It finally came over to the pier where we were standing, and we stood there looking at it, wondering what it was. Suddenly the light dimmed out and vanished. Two seconds later, it reappeared out in the bay, where I first saw it.

There’s no way a human could have swam that quickly. To this day we still don’t know what it was.

The White Spectre in the Tunnel of Trees

Informant: Female/28/Japanese ancestry
Location: Tunnel of Trees, Kauai

Three of my friends were heading home through the tunnel of trees late one night from a party. They had a bunch of food with them, but were sure they didn’t have any pork, because everyone knows that you should never take pork through the tunnel of trees.

Two friends were in front, blasting the music. The third friend was in the back of the truck with the food, alone. As they started driving through the tunnel, the friend in the back noticed something rise up from the road. It was white, and it started coasting along the road, dipping and floating and getting closer. He started pounding on the window to the cab, but since the music was so loud the two friends in the front couldn’t hear him. The white thing, which looked like a big white sheet, caught up with the truck.

The truck stalled, and the two friends finally heard the frantic pounding on the window. The white sheet flew up over the truck and down the road. It then turned around and came back, over the truck, and down the other side.

By this time the two friends in the front were trying to pull the friend from the back inside. They watched as the sheet went up and down the road countless times. They finally decided to check all the food, throwing off all the tinfoil. They discovered an entire pan of kalua pig, and threw it out the side of the truck. The white sheet passed over it, then descended on it, and vanished along with the pig.


The Walking Doll

Informant: Female/28/Japanese Ancestry
Location: Unknown, Kauai

My boyfriend and I decided to crash at a friend’s place one night. He showed us to the room we would be staying in and we starting settling in when he says, kind of as an afterthought, "Oh by the way, there's a doll in that closet in a showcase, and it likes to walk around the house at night."

I was like, sure, yeah right. I thought he was messing with us. The doll was a Japanese Ichimatsu doll in a blue kimono, locked in her showcase in the back of the closet. The kind of Japanese dolls that aren't uncommon in lots of houses. The closet door always stayed closed, my friend said.

In the middle of the night I'm woken up by strange sounds coming from the closet. It sounded like a small commotion. And then suddenly, I hear the closet door slide open. It wasn't loud, but I heard it slide open really slightly. I'm laying there thinking, "Oh heeeeeell no."

And then I heard little footsteps.

Really slight, rapid footsteps, kind of like when you hear a rat running across a floor. It walked out of the room, down the hallway, and I could hear it in the kitchen and living room area, walking around. Then it came back to the room, and went back in the closet.

Oh hell no! That doll is not walking around the house! I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I didn't dare get up to look at it.

The next morning I told my boyfriend what happened, and I told him to check on that freaky doll in the closet. The closet door was still open slightly, and when he looked inside, the doll was out of her showcase leaning against the wall.

My friend told us that he tried to burn the doll and bury it, and even took it to the dump. But the doll always finds its way back into the house, back in the closet.


Dream Faces

Informant: Female/25/Korean ancestry
Location: Kauai

During a class party with my all-female group, I mentioned that I had a website full of ghost stories. My students then begged me to tell ghost stories, and then they began telling some of their own.

One of my students, an 11 year old, told me something that I found interesting. She said she can sense spirits and she can see their figures, but she can never make out their faces. But when she goes to sleep at night, she dreams of the spirits she saw, and she can see their faces. But she can only see their faces in her dreams.


Strage Occurences at Solomon Elementary School

Informant: Female/59/Puerto Rican ancestry
Location: Schofield Barracks, Oahu

Solomon Elementary School is located on Leilehua Plains on the base of Schofield. Legend has it that it’s a gathering place of Hawaiians and Hawaiian military operations happened there. Solomon is also in the path of the night marchers. Many teachers have reported strange unexplainable things happening both in after-school and during-school hours.

Teachers have reported hearing people outside the doors, walking up and down when they have been working late in the evening. When they would look, nobody would be there. Teachers have also experienced in a certain room the radio turning on all by itself. It always happens in the same room.

One of the portables near the fields would experience a locking phenomenon. Whenever a teacher would leave, the door would lock from the inside. It’s a deadbolt lock that you can’t lock it from inside, because if it locks from the inside, logically the students could lock you out. In this same room quite recently (maybe a year or so ago) teachers and EA’s reported that their phones would inexplicably call each other. The teacher’s phone would call the EA’s cell phone when neither of them were touching them. Another instance reported that one day the teacher turned off Sesame Street and all of a sudden things started to fly off the shelves. They actually flew around the room. They turned Sesame Street back on and it stopped.

Then a few years ago a teacher was leaving late one night when she saw a group of Hawaiian - clothed people walking past the room. She saw them and quickly left the area.

My classroom would occasionally get broken into by kids. But these kids were good about breaking in, oddly enough. They would do strange things like clean up all the garbage and never leave a mess. One morning we came into work and found that they broke in, but the room was left open and messy. It was covered in trash and we think the kids got scared off by ghosts, but we will never really know.

Personally, I’ve experienced times where I’d been sitting at the computer with my back to the desk, no one around and the windows closed, and I would hear things rattling on my desk, like papers shuffling. There would be no wind, and when I would look up it would stop. But once I looked away it would start again. I would say “Cut it out,” and it would stop. This has happened more than once. I would also be at the door talking to someone in my empty room empty when I would see a man walk from my room to the next, but there would be no man there. Another thing that would happen frequently is that my door would open and close, open and close, all on its own. The kids would always go to see who it was, but there would never be anyone there. According to the Hawaiian priestess, the area that my classroom is in is a porthole or hot spot for activity.

There have been so many strange things happening at the school that they would constantly get it blessed. When the rooms were renovated, the construction workers got the two rooms that have the most spiritual activity blessed, without previous knowledge of the hauntings. The school didn’t tell them anything about those rooms.

Solomon Elementary School has been blessed by a baptism minister, by the school kupuna, and by Hawaiian priests. One Kahuna spread a little bit of light on why the school may have such spiritual activity. She said that there is a lot of activity there because it is close to the Kolekole Pass where the warriors of Wahiawa and Waianae would meet in battle.


The Haunted Oahu Post Office

Informant: Male/63/Japanese ancestry
Location: Honolulu, Oahu

Strange things happen at the main post office near the airport on Oahu, where I used to work. A colleague of mine was walking down one of the hallways when he saw a dog. It ran away when it saw him, and suddenly he saw a big Hawaiian man without a shirt on. He called out to him, “Hey, what are you doing?” The Hawaiian man walked away and disappeared through some equipment.

Another time after using the bathroom, I was washing my hand at one of two sinks when suddenly the faucet of the other sink turned on by itself. I looked around, but there was nobody else in the bathroom with me. I was totally alone.

I don’t know the history of the building, but people say that it is supposedly haunted.


Feet in the Hospital Bathroom

Informant: Male/30/Filipino ancestry
Location: Lihue, Kauai

My grandpa was in the hospital, so I decided to go visit him before work. It was really early in the morning, around 6am. Before I went to his room, I stopped to use the bathroom on the ground floor. I was the only one in there when I entered one of the empty stalls.

While I was in there doing my business, I heard the door open and someone walk in. I looked under the stall, but I couldn’t see anyone inside walking around or in the stall next to me. Then I heard the door open again, and footsteps again. This time it was a real person. I could hear him walking and see his feet. Then I heard the door open as he left.

After he left, I heard the door open yet another time, and again, I couldn’t see anyone in the bathroom. When I got out of the stall, there was nobody there.


Voices at Anini Beach

Informant: Female/12/mixed ancestry
Location: Anini beach, Kauai

Me and my family went camping at the end of Anini beach one weekend: me, my mom, dad, brother, and my dog and cat. That first evening we were there my dog, who was right next to me, all of a sudden got paralyzed. My cat went over to him, and my dog growled and swiped at my cat, but missed. But my cat fell to the ground, his chest all scratched. When we looked closer at the scratches, there were human fingernails in the wounds.

The next day my whole family went to gather some firewood in the nearby mountain. My dad was far up ahead, and me and my brother were together, with my mom not too far behind. Coming from the bushes we started hearing whispers coming from all around us. Suddenly a black shadow passed by us. My dad was too far up ahead to hear anything, but my mom called out from behind us asking if we heard anything. She was behind, but she had heard it too.


Pork in The Tunnel of Trees

Informant: Male/27/Hawaiian-Korean mixed ancestry
Location: Tunnel of Trees, Kauai

A while ago, when my parents were just married, they were coming back from a party with my uncle and his wife around 2am. Being local, they had a bunch of food with them from the party which included kalua pig among other things.

To get back home, they had to drive through the tunnel of trees. When they entered the tunnel, their car started acting funny. They thought that my uncle was messing around with everyone, but when they looked at his face, he was pale. They realized he wasn't messing around. His foot was on the gas, gunning it, the car still running but not moving.

Finally someone realized why they weren't moving and yelled, "The pork! Get rid of the pork!" So they threw the pork from the car and the car shot forward at full speed since my uncles foot was still on the gas. They moved so quickly they almost flew over the side of the road.


Strange Things in The Cabin

Informant: Male/27/Hawaiian-Korean mixed ancestry
Location: Koke'e, Kauai

One of our family friends owned a cabin up in Koke'e and invited me and my family for the weekend. This cabin was huge: it had three bedrooms on top of a living room, bathroom and kitchen. The decor in this cabin was pretty off the wall. There was a bear skin rug, taxidermied foxes and deer heads on the wall.

I had a room all to myself. I was maybe 13 at the time. Across my bed there was a mirror and a picture of this Victorian lady spanking a kid over her knee. I thought it was really weird, so I took it down and put it on the floor. And just because I'm not comfortable being able to see myself lying in bed, I took the mirror down too and put it on the floor by the painting. Another weird thing in this room was an extra door. It was like a door that led to another room, meaning there were two ways into that room at one point. This door was boarded shut. You just couldn't open it.

The weather was pretty crazy that night. It wasn't raining, but it was windy like crazy. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, I start to hear a scratching on the wall; the wall that faced the outside. I tried to shrug it off, but after a while I went to my parent’s room. I told my mom that there was scratching noises, but she was grumpy and tired and told me it was the trees outside and to go back to sleep.

So I return to my room and try to sleep again. The scratching noise persisted, and then suddenly...knocking started. Along with the scratching noise, there was now knocking keeping me awake. I tried to suck it up, but I ran back to my parent’s room and told my mom about the banging. She told me it was probably just the lantern by the front door banging the wall and to go back to sleep.

So once again, I return to my room. The scratching and the knocking still persisted, and then suddenly the boarded up door in my room started shaking. It started shaking violently. Then out of the corner of my eye I see a glint...and the mirror and picture I took down earlier that day were both hanging on my wall. I ran back to my parent’s room and decided to sleep on the floor.

As I was laying on the floor trying to wrap myself in what little blanket I could get, I had a perfect view of the kitchen outside the door. All of a sudden there was a stream of light shining onto the floor. It was a skinny beam, and it moved slowly through the kitchen, and then disappeared.

Needless to say I didn't get any sleep that night.

The next morning, with my mom in a better mood, we decided to investigate what could have been making all the ruckus the night before. On the side of my room there were indeed trees...about 50 feet away. The only thing near the wall was ginger plants, and that certainly couldn't make a scratching or banging noise. Then we checked the lantern in the front. There was indeed a lantern, but it was cast iron and did not move. That could not have been banging in the wind.

Next we went into my room to check out the door. My mom took the knob and tried to shake the door, but it would not budge. She and I both tried with all our might at the same time, but that door would not budge even using all our strength. It was boarded up tight.

Finally in the kitchen, the window was facing in a way that the light I saw was in no way coming in the direction of the one and only window of the kitchen. The only thing directly across the bedroom door was a pantry.

As for the painting and the mirror getting back on the wall, well, I know it wasn't my brother because he was far too small to reach that high. I know it wasn't my dad messing with me because he was snoring away all night next to my mom. I know it wasn't the owner of the cabin, because his wife confirmed that he was passed out snoring next to her all night as well.

I don’t know who owns the cabin now, but I would like to go back and see if those strange things still happen.


Footprints in Koke'e

Informant: Male/27/Hawaiian-Korean mixed ancestry
Location: Koke'e, Kaua'i

Me and a bunch of my friends were staying up in a cabin in Koke'e for a weekend. When we went to sleep, we stretched out or sleeping bags on the floor, feet facing each other in two rows. This night was cold. Koke'e is usually cold, but this night was unusually cold. It was freezing.

I woke up in the middle of the night because I had to pee. The moon was full and light was streaming in through the window. I could see the room lighted up. I sat up to head to the bathroom when I saw something unusual.

You know how when you walk on sleeping bags you can see the indentation of the feet? Well I saw footprint indentations...but in motion. Someone was walking across the feet of our sleeping bags and I could see the footprints as it was moving. It walked in a circle into the center of the sleeping bag feet, and suddenly I saw the fabric indent, as if a body had just laid down. And as soon as I saw it, the fabric lifted. Whatever was there was gone.

Nobody else saw what I saw, and I don't think anyone believed me either.


The Gliding Woman on The Bridge

Informant: Male/25/Filipino ancestry
Location: Hanama'ulu, Kauai

My friend and I were driving another friend back home. We were crossing the Hanama'ulu bridge right after the stoplight when we all see a woman walking on the side of the road across the bridge. She was in a mu'umu'u, jacket and hat. It's not strange to see someone walking on the side of the road at night, but this woman wasn't walking the way that a normal person walks.

You know how when you walk you have a natural bounce? This woman didn't have that. She didn't bounce. She glided. It was almost like she was floating.

We passed by her in the car and nobody said anything. Finally my friend in the backseat broke the silence."Wow did you guys see that lady?" We had all seen the way she glided. Weird.


The Vanishing Road

Informant: Male/25/Filipino ancestry
Location: Koloa, Kauai

My neighbor across the street had recently gotten into a car accident near the Hyatt hotel in Poipu. Me and some friends decided that we wanted to go see the site of the accident, so we decided to drive through the Koloa bypass. The way we decided to go normally only takes like five minutes. From my house in Koloa to the Sheraton only takes about five minutes. It's a route we all drive all the time.

My friend was driving, and he lives right around the corner from me. Somehow what should have taken five minutes turned into 45 minutes. We didn't know where the hell we were, or why it was taking so long. What you have to understand is that we were raised on the South side. We know all the back roads like the back of our hands. But we had no idea where we were. Nothing looked familiar.

Finally we found our way out and ended up by the fire station. On the way back home we even tried to find the strange road that we had driven on, but we couldn't find it ever again.


The Haunted Arcade

Informant: Male/40’s/European Ancestry
Location: Kapa’a, Kauai

A friend of mine worked at Fun Factory in Waipouli for a few years. In the time that she worked there, she had experienced some pretty strange things.

A new game had come in one day, but it was too big to get through the doors without having to unhinge them. They couldn’t leave the game sitting outside, so a small group of them camped out in the store to make sure the game wasn’t stolen.

My friend had set up a tent inside the store, and within view she could see her other friend asleep. In the middle of the night, she heard what sounded like someone hitting the game machines. She said it sounded like someone walking passed all the games with their hand out. She sat up and looked through the mesh to see if it was her friend, but he was sleeping in the same spot. There’s no way anyone else was in the store.

Another strange occurrence happened in the storage room. My friend saw that it was closed, but heard all kinds of noises coming from inside. Underneath the door she could see that someone was moving around in there. Thinking it was her coworker, who often used the store room to change his clothes, she didn’t think much of it. She walked over and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. She tried to open the door, but the door wouldn’t open. She thought a pole had fallen and was blocking the door, or that her coworker was messing with her. But just then he walked in the front door, wondering what she was doing.

My friend explained that the door wouldn’t open but there was someone in there. When her coworker tried, the door opened easily for him. Nobody was in there.

Now, a family friend has a daughter who works at Fun Factory. Recently the nighttime janitor told them all something strange: “I don’t wanna freak anyone out,” he said, “but I see strange things here at night. I saw a man hanging in the back.”

According to legend, there was a true report of a man having committed suicide in that area before Fun Factory existed. Maybe it was him causing all the mischief?


A Sister's Guiding Hand

Informant: Female/25/Korean ancestry
Location: Apia, Samoa

I work at one of the local schools, and one of the people I work with had recently lost his daughter in the tragic tsunami in Samoa. He came to the classroom to raise awareness about the relief fund in Samoa. But he also came to share the story about his granddaughter, which he read to us from an email sent by his son.

She was only nine years old when she died. Her body was found in her parent’s truck washed out onto the reef. Her younger sister, who was only three or four, was also washed away with the waves, but managed to survive when a boy clinging to a coconut tree grabbed her and pulled her up. But before that, something miraculous happened, which she told to her family.

She was being swept away with the water, and she was completely submerged. Then, suddenly, a hand reached down and grabbed her. When her head breached the water, she saw her older sister holding on to her saying “Don’t worry, I got you.”

By that time, her sister had already drowned.