The Truck was Shaking

Informant: Male/22/Hawaiian – Portuguese ancestry
Location: Wailua, Kauai

I get off of work late, at 11pm. On Saturdays after work I go hunting at my usual spot in Wailua, just me and my dogs. On my way to my hunting spot I had a tingling on the back of my neck; something was telling me that I shouldn’t be going hunting tonight. But I continued on anyway.

After hunting for a while I decided to head back, but three of my dogs were missing. So I’m out there in the bushes calling my dogs. Finally two came back, but I was still missing one. I have a really bad feeling. Even though my dog was missing, I headed back to the truck. I loaded up the ones that came back but decided I couldn't just leave the other one behind. I go back to look for it.

I finally find my dog stuck in a log. I’m digging in the dirt trying to get the dog out and finally I get him. He can’t walk so I’m carrying him back to the truck, and as I get closer I can hear the dogs raising hell. When I reached the truck, it was shaking. And not just like swaying gently, but rocking violently with the dogs screaming in the back.

I said out loud, “I’m sorry if I offended you, I just came to do some hunting, I’m leaving right now.” As soon as I said that, the rocking stopped. I got into my truck and sped off. It was freezing cold and raining, but I was sweating bullets.

I drive a Dodge Ram. It's huge. It would take a few big guys to shake it as violently as I saw it shaking.


The Black Dog in the Tunnel of Trees

Informant: Male/27/European ancestry
Location: Tunnel of Trees, Kauai

I was told by a friend: "When you're driving through the tunnel of trees and you see a woman in white with long gray hair, stop and pick her up. But if you ever see a man or a dog, don't stop. Don't look back, don't look in your mirrors, just look straight ahead. If you look back, they will follow you to your house and it will be bad."

I'm driving home one night to Koloa. When I enter the tunnel, I see a black dog standing on the side of the road. Looked like a Rottwiler. I don't think anything of it, it's just a stray. Halfway through the tunnel, I see a black dog on the side of the road. I start to worry. At the end of the tunnel, the same black dog is standing in the middle of my lane, facing me. I remember what my friend said: "Don't stop."

So I continue driving, 50 mph. I'm thinking, "Move move move move get out of the way get out of the way, I can't stop he told me not to stop!" I finally reach the dog, and I go right over it. I don't feel anything, no bump, nothing. I don't look in my mirrors, I just keep going. 

I go back the next day thinking I clipped it, maybe it got out of the way. There was no sign that I hit anything in the road. Could it have been Poki?


Thank You, Thank You, Thank You...

Informant: Male/22/Hawaiian – Portuguese ancestry
Location: Wainiha, Kauai

Me and my friend were coming back one night from fishing on the north shore. It was pretty late, like 2:00 a.m. On our way back, we see a lady on the side of the road. A woman in white, with gray- white hair going down to her butt. 

As we’re about to pass her, she starts levitating. She levitates across the road to the passenger side of the truck where I'm sitting. I can’t see her face because her hair is covering it, but I can see red glowing eyes, like fire. Then I see both her arms wind back like she is going to throw something, and I throw my arms up over my head and yell.

The glass of the window shatters into a million pieces. I’m showered with glass. My friend starts to floor it, but I yell at him, “Stop! Stop! Stop the car!” So he stops, and I say, “If you need a ride we’ll give you a ride.”

Something jumps into the back of the truck. We can feel the truck shift with the weight.

When we get to where we were going, we hear a woman's voice say, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

The next day, the broken window was completely fixed.


Calling Spirit in Wailua

Informant: Male/22/Hawaiian – Portuguese ancestry
Location: Wailua, Kauai

I was around 8 years old when this happened, I had just started going hunting. Me, my cousins and my uncle went hunting one evening in Wailua. By the time we were done we were about a mile away from our truck. It was about 9pm. My uncle said “I’m going to go get the truck, you kids wait here.” But my cousins wanted to go with my uncle. I said “I’ll wait right here. You come get me, I’m not walking.” My uncle was like “You sure you wanna wait alone?” I said "Hell no I'm not walking, I'll wait." So he said he would be back in half an hour with the truck.

Not too long after they left, I heard something moving in the bushes. Then I heard my uncle’s voice. “Hey! Come on let’s go.” I said “Hell no I’m not walking back!” And then my uncle whistled. You know when you’re out playing with the other kids in the neighborhood and your dad whistles for you to come inside and you know with that whistle you have to go? That’s the kind of whistle it was. So I jump up and start walking.

My uncle is talking, saying things like “You don’t wanna listen and you gonna get in trouble." Then he says,  "Come on lets go down here.” I said, “But I thought we were going back to the truck?” Just then I see head lights, and I hear my uncle’s stereo; the only song he ever plays when we go hunting.

I start running. 

Something grabs my backpack, and I let it take my bag. I get to the truck and my uncle asks, “Where’s your stuff?” I point back to where I was and say “I was following you. “ My uncle yells “Get in the car now!!”

I’m bawling, I’m scared. I know I messed up. I know you never answer when someone calls, but it sounded just like my uncle. Now when I go hunting, I never answer when anyone calls my name.