Robert

Informant: 21/Male/Portugese ancestry

Location: Ele’ele, Kauai

This took place on New Year’s Eve maybe three years ago. It was at the house of my girlfriend at the time and it was the usual New Year’s party on Kauai: family, friends and fireworks.   

Now, the girlfriend I had at the time could see things. Often times she would tell me stories of her past experiences with seeing ghosts and I would always take her word for it. I remember the first story she told me about a ghost named Robert that played with her when she was a kid. She told me he hung himself and she could see his broken neck clearly with the rope still around it. 

It was around 1 or 2 am and  me, a couple of my friends and my girlfriend were outside playing on my uke singing songs, when she suddenly says, “ Robert likes your guys singing.” Of course I was like, "Who's Robert?" and when she replied, my friend I remembered. She told me he was by the palm tree near the neighbor’s house which was about maybe 25-30 feet away, but nobody was there. Me, being a skeptic, asked her if she could ask Robert to prove that he was there by shaking the tree he was at. She asked, and as soon as she did a huge gust of wind blew and the palm tree moved violently back and forth. 

I know what you’re thinking. It was just a huge gust of wind. But none of the surrounding plants, hedges or other palm tree moved...only the one Robert was at. Of course I thought it was just the wind, so I made her ask again…and the same thing happened. A strong gust of wind, but only that one tree moving. I went on to ask a third time with the same results.  

It was around 2:50 am where my girlfriend said, “ Robert said to go inside. He’s going to leave 'cause bad people are coming.” It freaked out everyone and we all went inside. There were at least five of us there that witnessed the palm tree event.  In the house my girlfriend said not to move that much and not to make any noise, and we were like, "How come?" And then 3 am came and instantly the air pressure in the room became heavy and it was hard to breathe or move. She described and angry ancient Hawaiian man by the window looking at us and she told us not to look at him. She also said there was a woman with glowing red eyes in the window that was directly behind us. Then came the scratching sound on the walls, and you could hear things dragging on the ground in the garage. Then suddenly, it stopped. The pressure was gone, and I looked at the time. It was 3:15 am. 

The pressure was intense and the fear was so real, but none of use could see it but my girlfriend.

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Menehune of Mililani Mauka

Informant: Male/Age unknown/ Japanese Ancestry 

Location: Mililani Mauka, Oahu

I am hoping by sharing this story, other folks in Mililani Mauka will share their stories. There is definitely something going on up here but I can’t seem to find any history, tales, fact or fiction supporting my experiences up here.

My family and I moved into a brand new home in Kapanoe, a subdivision at the top of Mililani Mauka, about six years ago. My son, now eight, was two at the time. Many nights at around 2 am, he would call out for me and I would wearily go to his room, hop in bed with him where we would both fall asleep. One night, after calling for me, he pointed to a corner of his room and asked, “Daddy, who’s that?” I am actually blind but, needless to say, the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood straight up. The next night, I permanently moved into his bedroom.

Over the next month or so, my son would regularly awaken around 2 am, sit up, and stare at this particular corner of his room. He described what he saw to me as a boy that looked like a little man. One night, I asked my son if the little man-boy was telling him anything. My son replied, “Yeah, he’s putting his finger to his lips and telling me ‘Shhh.’” That was it – I called a kahu to bless the house, which he did, and planted a couple dozen ti leaves all around the house. 

Over the years, my son gradually saw less and less of this little man-boy but would still occasionally wake up at around 2 am and jump into bed with me as I was, and still am, sleeping in his room. Although these appearances diminished, I couldn’t help but notice that, even with our windows closed, shutters would open and doors would slam. Could this little man-boy be a menehune just trying to befriend my son and play pranks on me? For the longest time, I didn’t bring this up with anyone except for a few family members and friends who I knew wouldn’t laugh at me. 

One day this past Summer, for some reason, while talking to a former neighbor who was visiting, I mentioned this little man-boy spirit or ghost to him and I could tell from his reaction that he knew exactly what I was talking about. He shared how, when he lived in the neighborhood and had a sleep-over birthday party for his son, one of the boys was woken and startled by this very same little man-boy, got freaked out, and insisted his parents pick him up right then and there … at 2:00 a.m. 

Then, just a few weeks ago, a neighbor across the street mentioned how his young son woke up one night at around 2 am and saw something little walking up the stairs toward his room. And to top all of these encounters off, the day after Halloween, I bumped into my new next door neighbors who embarrassingly laughed and asked if I knew about any ghosts or menehune in the neighborhood. I froze, dropped my jaw, got chicken skin up and down both arms and on the back of my neck … “Why?” I asked. The husband replied, "because our two-year old was talking to someone last night and when we asked who it was, she said a little boy. … and when we asked if the little boy said anything, our two-year old simply put her finger to her lips and said, ‘hush’”.

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