tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68188007389821548482024-03-13T04:53:09.938-10:00Weird HawaiiUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-80013783607888012023-08-05T17:00:00.006-10:002023-08-05T17:00:00.136-10:00A Vanishing Hitchhiker in Puhi <div style="text-align: justify;">Informant: Female/38/Korean ancestry</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Location: Puhi, HI</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My father told me that my great-grandfather worked for the sugar mill in the early 1900's, but at one point was laid off. Not knowing how he was going to support his family, my great-grandmother told him not to worry: she had been saving money, and gave it to him, telling him to buy a car to carry fares as a taxi driver.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One night my great-grandfather was driving southbound past Puhi in an area that is now near Kaua`i Nursery and Landscaping. Just before approaching the dip in the road, he saw a woman on the side of the road. It was dark, so my grandfather pulled over and offered her a ride. The woman accepted and got into the back of the car. Looking in the rear view mirror, my great-grandfather could see that she was an old Hawaiian woman. She said she was going to Koloa, and my great-grandfather took off in that direction. After passing through Puhi, he looked in his rearview mirror to speak to the woman, and was shocked to see that she was gone. There was nobody in the backseat of his car. My great-grandfather was sure that it was Pele. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My dad told me that you're not supposed to bring pork through that area, and I was shocked to hear that because I had never heard it before. I heard that you're not supposed to bring pork through the tunnel of trees, but I had never known about that area. But then I remembered something that happened a few y ears ago. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My coworkers and I were driving back to the office in Lihue from Koloa. Right when we were passing by Kaua`i Nursery and Landscaping, our car died. We pulled over on the side of the highway right next to the nursery, right after the dip in the road...right about where my great-grandfather's passenger would have vanished from his backseat. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Puhi, HI 96766, USA21.9669593 -159.3957205-6.3432745361788463 165.4480295 50.277193136178845 -124.23947050000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-52550860327431349792022-06-15T12:00:00.012-10:002022-07-12T20:32:31.409-10:00The Lava Rock - 1985<div style="text-align: justify;">Informant: Female/81/Hawaiian, Chinese, Portuguese ancestry </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Location: Honolulu, HI </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>It was that time of the year again. I was back at the Capitol working at the legislature. Gloria and I were in the House Print shop with Dot as the manager. A skeleton crew was brought to work in December to get things ready for Session. The paper we used to print the bills had to be ordered, and the presses had to be serviced all before January. Some of the old timers were coming back; news that I was glad to hear of. It was my place as the daytime supervisor to train the new clerks and have them ready by opening day. Forty of them had to be trained before being split into two groups. On top of that I had just one week in which to do it, and that was cutting it close. Gloria was a big help; she knew what had to be done and did it. It was one worry out of the way, and it also took a load off my mind.</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The crew arrived on Monday; the week Session opened and it was a mad house at first. With all of them here space was a problem, but not for long; we would spilt into two shifts before the bills came in. Most of the crew would be kept on days; this is where the bulk of the work came in. The night shift did reprints and caught up on the backlog.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">During the Introduction of Bills, I was able to observe the crew: I had to know what each one was capable of doing. Bills were laid on the tables to see how fast they could collate them. Those who had a problem walking were put on stapling machines, which suited them just fine. By doing it this way, the bills went out faster and after three days of hard work the rush to the floor was over. By that time, the crew was broken in, and it made my job easier. There were just the reprints to do; we could breathe a lot easier.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Virgil, one of the new clerks, was a happy-go-lucky sort of a person: he always had a smile on his face and knew how to make people laugh. What I found amusing and liked about him was his smile. His upper front teeth were missing, and when he smiled, you couldn’t help but notice it. He looked like one of the clown faces that you see at a carnival; the clown with the big toothless mouth shaped like a heart, the one the kids threw beanbags at. When he smiled, Virgil’s face looked just like that clowns, only his was a lot cuter. I liked him the day he walked through the door.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He had a gift for reading a plain deck of cards. He was told that I could read cards too, but that I used a tarot deck. He came to me: “I heard that you read tarot cards. Could you read for me?” “Not today, my cards are at home. But I’ll bring them tomorrow.” He asked, “Who taught you to read?” I looked at him. “No one, it just comes naturally, I was born with a gift and started reading at the age of twenty-six. I was living in California at the time and a friend took me to a psychic bookstore. There was a card reader in the store that day, my friend sat for a reading while I looked around. When it was my turn, I shuffled the cards and she laid them out. She looked at the cards and told me, 'You should be reading for <i>me</i>, you are a natural'. She explained what she saw and told me to get a deck and what to do with them for three days. My friend heard her and she bought me my first deck. I’ve never had to buy any of my cards, when the deck got worn from use, someone always gave me a new one.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next day at lunch we read the cards while the crew looked on. Some were fascinated by what we did. Since that day, he made it a point to sit nearby. We spoke of many things, but things of a psychic nature and the occult was of interest to Virgil. Many have felt that the word occult had to do with black magic and the devil. But that’s not true, and is far from it. Don’t get me wrong, there is such a thing as black magic or what is known as The Black Arts. This is what some have called it when a gift is used for evil purposes. The Mystic Arts, as they are called, is used for good in times of need. Many have the ability to see the future; it is called second sight lets them see things without logic. They don’t know how it works; all they know is that it does. I accept the gift I have as coming from the Man above.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In March, the subject of “Divination” was brought up. Virgil asked, “What method or tool is used to see into the future?” I said, “The Holy Bible was the tool chosen by my grandmother. She used it to help the people who came to her doorstep. She was also a born healer. As a child I saw her mend and heal a broken leg.” I told him the story. Then I told him of the lava rock that she used at times. He got a little excited. “Tell me about the rock.” “She had seven of them. Each one had the power to heal. I don’t know how, but they were able to heal. When she was 44 or 45, one of the rocks disappeared.” “Could you describe it?” “Oh yes! She said it was shaped like a pyramid with steps going up. No one knew what happened to it. One day it was gone.” “What of the others? What happened to them?” “I’m not sure who has them now. I do know of one; my sister has it my grandma gave it to her. I think it was a brown rock. She said it looked like a pyramid, that it was shaped like one.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On Friday, the 12th of April, I came down with a fever and it felt like the flu. I had a lot of aches and pains. By Sunday night, I had gotten worse. I told Gloria, “Please tell Dot I won’t be in tomorrow, I’ll call her in the morning.” The next day I called and spoke to Dot. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to work. It feels just like the time my grandmother died, but not as bad I’ll try to come in tomorrow. If not, I’ll give you a call.” The way I was feeling, I didn’t think I would.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On Monday, I just stayed in bed and slept all day. The fever wasn’t bad this time around. Manny called; he was coming by after work to pick me up. While waiting for him I thought of what I said to Dot -- that it felt like the last time. I wondered if talking to Virgil about grandma might have caused it. More so, because tomorrow is the 16th, the day on which she died.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next morning on the 16th I called to cancel. I was still sick. Gloria answered. “It’s me, please let Dot know that I won’t be in”. Gloria then said, “Jackie, Virgil brought you something.” “What is it?” “I don’t know the bag is tied.” “Do me a favor, put it on my bed in mama’s room. I’ll be home in the morning to go to work.” I slept the rest of the day until Manny came by to pick me up.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I left the house, I took the seven candles with me that I had gotten after grandma died. I was going to light them that night after he was asleep. That evening, just before six, the smell of gardenias came into the patio. It was coming from the box the candles were in that was sitting on the end table. As it got later the scent got stronger. We were on the sofa watching TV when Manny asked, “Jack! Can you smell the gardenias? The smell is strong in here. It’s weird, because I don’t have any growing in the yard.” He caught me off guard. I said, “You can smell them? I thought I was the only one who could.” I then said, “Today is the day of my grandmother’s death. The gardenia was one of her favorite flowers. When I smell them, it tells me she is near.” I told Manny what happened to me when she died in 1978. It got to him, and he was more than a little spooked. More so when he knew that the smell came from the box next to him. He got up and moved. Manny was quiet the rest of the night. After he fell asleep, I lit the candles and asked for guidance from above. I said my prayers, blew out the candles, and went to sleep. I told him no matter what happens during the night he was not to wake me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next morning, Manny said, “Last night you were in a deep sleep, I thought you were gone. It was like your body was here, but you weren’t.” I said, “Don’t get upset, but you are right. I wasn’t here, I was traveling with my grandmother. She came for me. She called it 'Awana Hele' or astral traveling.” The look on his face said it all. I said, “I know it is hard to believe but I did.” He just shook his head then said, “Come on I’ll take you home.” Manny was quiet as he drove me home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After getting ready for work, I took the bag from Virgil into the kitchen. Inside was a pu`olo made out of ti leaves. As I parted the leaves, I could smell the gardenia in it. I thought it was happening again. But this time it was a real one. Lying inside was a beautiful gardenia blossom. As I picked it up, a tingling sensation went through me. I knew why when I saw the rock beneath it. It was shaped like a pyramid; it had steps going to the top. After all these years, grandma's rock came home. There was no trace of a gardenia in the house before; but now the smell of it filled the whole room.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were on the way to work when I spoke. “Gloria, last night the smell of gardenias came from the box the candles were in. Manny could smell them too...he got scared. The gardenia I have in my hair was in the bag with the lava rock.” “Jackie, you giving me chicken skin. I got goose bumps just listening to you.” Gloria asked, “Do you know what day yesterday was?” “Yes, it is the day of puna’s death.” “Yes, but did you know it made seven years to the day since she passed away?” The hairs on my arms rose. I broke out in goose bumps. “I didn’t realize it had been that long until just now. And to think it is seven years later and I decide to light the candles for the first time, last night, on the anniversary of her death. Talk about weird. She told me the seven was a part of us. After what happened last night, I believe it.” I got a little scared as I thought about it. It’s not something that just happens. Why now, after seven years? What did it mean? What was I missing, or did I? So many things went through my head. Is it to let me know that I needed to believe? Well, I do. I always did.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Virgil was waiting by the entrance for us. He had that smile on his face as we walked in. He had that look, too. It said, "I know something you don’t." As he kissed me, he said, “It belonged to her, you know. The rock, it was your puna’s.” “I know, and thank you.” He noticed the gardenia in my hair and asked, “And where did you get the gardenia from?” I smiled. “It‘s from you, this is your flower.” “It can’t be, Jackie! When I picked it yesterday it was fully bloomed! This one is still fresh, it has no brown spots on it. And it still has a strong smell.” I said, “I know it does, this is her way of saying thank you for returning her rock. Virgil, you remembered when I told you it was her favorite flower.” “Aunty Jackie, I’m getting chicken skin again.” To which Gloria added, “Me, too”. She said. “Tell him what happened since you were sick.” “Yes, but first, tell me. How did you get the rock? And what is in the two bottles?” “One is blessed oil, the other has water from the River Jordan.” “Thank you again.” I kissed Virgil's cheek.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While having coffee, Virgil said, “I had a friend who was a hula teacher, she had the rock. I don’t know how she got it or from who; she didn’t say. She just left the rock and told me who to give it to. She said, 'One day you will meet someone who is the rightful owner. You will know her by what she tells you about the rock. When she does, return it to her. At one time it had belonged to her grandmother.' When you said your puna’s rock disappeared and described it, I knew it was you, Jackie. The rock was hers. need I say more?” Virgil had that silly grin as he said it. Then he added, “It also has the power to heal. When you see a grandchild make shishi in your front yard, you can use it to heal.” I was a little taken aback by what he said. “Is that the reason you asked about her and the rock?” “Yes, I had to make sure that it was hers.” While telling Virgil of what happened, he had goose bumps on his arms. “Jackie, after what you just told me, more so I believe it was her rock.” </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The flower stayed as fresh as the day it was picked. It lasted three more days before dying. For three days it was not in water, it just sat on the table. The crew was spooked seeing it on the table and still fresh. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">10 years later, in 1995, Virgil spoke of a grandchild; that child was none other than Lehua. She was two. What he had said about a grandchild back in 1985 making shishi in the front yard took place 10 years later.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*Gloria, Dot and Virgil have since passed away</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-13426527107146914712020-12-14T13:39:00.004-10:002023-08-04T09:53:55.595-10:00"I need to lie down." <div style="text-align: justify;">Informant: Male/30's/Hawaiian, Native American, Asian, European, Hispanic ancestry </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Location: Lihue, Kauai</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was the Spring of 2007. I was 18 going on 19 that summer, and I was in my first semester at Kauai Community College. I was lying in bed asleep one night, nice and snug in my blankets. It was a cool spring night, nothing out of the ordinary...or so I thought.</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I lay in my bed sleeping until I was woken up by a woman’s voice whispering, “I need to lie down.” I thought it was my mom and so I was about to reply, “Yeah, of course.” But for some reason, I was unable to open my mouth. I couldn’t part my lips or anything. All of a sudden I heard the woman’s voice repeatedly saying, “I need to lie down. I need to lie down. I need to lie down.” The woman sounded young, maybe in her 30's. It was even more strange given that the whole time I was hearing her voice it sounded as though she was saying it over a radio frequency. The whole time I heard her voice I was completely unable to move any part of my body. I was unable to move my fingers, my legs, nothing. I wasn’t even able to take deep breaths of air! It was as though someone was on top of me keeping me from making any sort of movement and restricting my breathing!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This strange feeling lasted for what seemed like an eternity, but after what must’ve been a couple of minutes I once again heard the woman’s voice repeatedly saying, “I need to lie down. I need to lie down. I need to lie down.” And just like that, I was able to move and breathe again. The minute I realized I was able to move again I bolted out of my bed, burst into my parent's bedroom, and screamed, “Mom! Dad! The lady was in my room! The lady was in my room!” My parents woke up startled and asked, “What lady?!” My mom thought someone had broken into the house. I said, “No there was a lady in my room and she climbed into bed with me! I couldn’t move or breathe!”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My dad calmed me down and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a small Ziploc bag and filled it with Hawaiian salt and told me to keep it next to my bed. He said it would protect me from spirits. I did just as he instructed me to do. We all returned to bed and at first I was unable to fall back asleep. But after about a half hour I was asleep again. I woke up in the morning wondering if I dreamt it all, but I knew that it really happened. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I did indeed have a supernatural visitor in the middle of the night.</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-43113373116566055662020-11-06T10:00:00.000-10:002020-11-06T10:00:03.050-10:00A Ghostly Carriage in Anahola <p>Informant: Female/50's/European ancestry <br />Location: Anahola, Kauai, HI </p><p>It was around 8:00 p.m. one night and I had just gotten home from canoe paddling practice. My two sons weren't home, so I decided to sit down on the porch and relax before going inside. My porch overlooks the street. On the far right end was the one streetlight, and the rest of the street across of me and all the way down was pitch black. </p><p>I was playing around on my phone when suddenly I saw a light flicker out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and looked toward the streetlight and for a split second saw something that looked like a shadow. But it was such a slight flicker I thought my eyes were just adjusting or something. I looked back down at my phone, and a little while later, I heard a crash. </p><p>I couldn't tell you what it sounded like. It sounded like a shelf with lots of things on it crashing to the floor. It sounded like it came from grandma's house next door, and I thought for sure my boys were fighting. I looked up and again saw a flash in the corner of my eye, coming from the direction of the streetlight, and I saw something. </p><p>Horses. Horses' heads, four of them. And a woman, with her hair flowing behind her, coming down the road. In my mind I describe it as a carriage even though I couldn't make out the shape of one. The woman was behind the horses as if she was holding their reigns and in an area that would make sense if she was the driver of a carriage. I couldn't make out any legs of the horses or the woman, I just saw their heads. The rest of them just blended into one white, smoky mass. It looked like white flames, and ended in a tail of smoke. Everything was white. </p><p>I looked at this for what seemed like a forever, but in reality it was probably no more than a split second before it vanished. Not being a very superstitious or scardey cat of a person, I went down my driveway to the road to see if I could see anything. Of course I didn't see anything there. </p><p>The boys came home shortly after that. I never told them what I saw. I've never told anyone what I saw. at that point I lived in Anahola for nearly 20 years and never experienced anything like that before, or since. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-11382717596904088782020-10-23T10:00:00.001-10:002020-10-23T10:00:03.004-10:00Mom's Dog<div style="text-align: justify;">
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My brother used to play with my mom's dog, a sharpei-pitbull, every day when he came home from work. He would come home, play with the dog in the yard for a bit, and then go in the house. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My brother died suddenly. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Afterwards, every day, for a few weeks, we would see the dog get excited and start barking and grab his toy, as if someone was playing with him. But nobody was there. These play sessions tapered off after a few weeks, and then stopped. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't think there's any other explanation for this except that my brother continued to play with my mom's dog after he was gone. </div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-33872321776064689172020-10-09T10:00:00.003-10:002023-08-04T10:08:02.063-10:00A Smiling Face<p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Informant: Female/36/Korean ancestry</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Location: Kapaa, Kauai </div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">I was scrolling through social media the other day and saw a post from my friend wishing his sister a happy birthday. She would have been 30; she passed away a few years ago. When I saw that, I suddenly remembered a dream I had the night before. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Me, my friend, and all our friends got to travel back in time. I don't remember what point in time we traveled to or where we were, but I remember that his sister was there, and she was still healthy. In the dream, we all knew that we were from the future, but to her, we were just our normal selves. Nothing was out of the ordinary for her. I remember we all hugged her, one by one, and we were all happy to see her. I could see her happy, smiling face. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">When I woke up, tears were streaming down my face.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I didn't realize it was her birthday. Nothing I had seen recently reminded me of her. It could have been some sort of subconscious thing, or just a coincidence, but I feel that it was something more than that. Either way, it was really nice to see her. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-35757016342687482302020-09-24T08:06:00.001-10:002020-09-24T08:06:48.002-10:00Backseat Surprise in Kalihi Informant: Male/64/Japanese-American<div>Location: H1 E off-ramp to Kalihi Street mauka<br /><br />In 1976 I was a drummer in a blues-rock band, returning home to Kalihi from a gig in Haleiwa, around midnight on a Thursday. I took the Eastbound H-1 off-ramp onto Kalihi Street going mauka, which passes in front of the Kalihi Library near the Bishop Museum. <div><br /></div><div> As I looked over my right shoulder to merge to my right, I was shocked to see in my back seat a young woman of high school age, casually looking out the window. She was wearing a 60's era aloha print tunic-type dress, her face illuminated by the older pre-mercury arc streetlights of the decade. As the ramp curved onto Kalihi Street, she turned toward me, showed a look of surprise, and vanished! <div><br />I can say that I had nothing to drink that night (the gig was at a church) and I was not sleepy (my normal sleep time was past 1:00 a.m.). Has anyone had similar experiences <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/@21.3330943,-157.8729829,19z" target="_blank">in the area</a>?</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Kalihi - Palama, Honolulu, HI, USA21.3248569 -157.8750076-6.9853769361788451 166.9687424 49.635090736178846 -122.7187576tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-17597032013903106582019-01-01T00:00:00.000-10:002019-01-01T00:00:02.203-10:00Madam Pele in all her gloryInformant: Male/66/Caucasian<br />Location: West Maui<br /><br />It was in the summer of 1984 and my first trip to Hawaii with my Great Aunt who had retired recently. We booked a flight/hotel deal and first landed in Honolulu for a couple of days. I can't recall which islands came after that on our trip, but this encounter with Madame Pele happened on Maui just after a snorkeling trip over a reef. <br /><br />Seems to me the bay was fairly large and had a rip tide that day. I had a boogie board, fins, and snorkeling mask as I bobbed along backwards watching the sea life and corals when I looked up and was almost pulled out of the bay and was suddenly in deep water. I swam sideways to my left to get out of the riptide and then was only a few feet above the coral. It tired me out even at that shallow depth swimming back to shore. I made it to shore, but was very tired even at 32 years old and knowing how to swim. <br /><br /> I came up the hill where my Great Aunt was sitting and watching me quite concerned whether I was going to get back okay. I sat down on the blanket to rest and still had my snorkeling mask on my forehead holding the flippers when Madame Pele made contact with me. I did not see her, but heard her speak to me telepathically. She identified herself right away and knew I had a great respect for her even though she was only an island myth up to that point with me. I read some years before of people having seen her and a white dog together but didn't believe or disbelieve them. <br /><br /> I know she's telepathic because she scanned my Great Aunt and said or thought to me, "Your Aunt Grace is a non-believer. Would you like to have some fun with her tonight at the Luau?" I said, or rather, thought,"Sure...I'm game, what do we do?" Pele said "When you drive into the Luau , the moment your wheel leaves the road I am going to stop the wind from blowing at the Luau. Have your aunt pick the moment as I will be watching. When you leave, the moment your wheel touches the pavement I will start the wind blowing again! Let Grace decide when the time is right." I agreed and told my aunt what just transpired with Madame Pele. Pele has a marvelous sense of humor from what I experienced with her even though my aunt was a skeptic. I thought to Pele', "We're going to the Luau in your honor tonight to celebrate our new friendship!" Aunt Grace never thought much of any paranormal or new age material period and referred to it all as "That old Hoo-Doo stuff." <br /><br />All this took place about mid afternoon perhaps around 2:00 p.m. to 3:30 p.m. I turned in the snorkeling equipment and we went to lunch afterwards for a quick bite before the Luau that night. We wanted to drive by it in the daylight rather than miss the turnoff at night. We drove by the Luau location but did not pull in. We did some sightseeing for a couple of hours and around dusk we headed for the Luau. It was still daylight and fading fast when we arrived. I told my Aunt that Pele was waiting and watching and the wind would stop the moment we drove into the Luau. I waited on Grace to call it and she said "Now...go now! No WAIT!" I said "Make up your mind this time!" She hesitated a few moments watching the wind blow and said."Now...GO NOW!" The instant the front wheel left the asphalt and onto the Luau property the wind suddenly died down as if someone had unplugged a giant fan! It was truly amazing to see.<br /><br />As we found a parking spot and walked into the activities going on watching the native Hawaiians mingling and getting ready to take the pig out of the pit. Someone was taking photos and as I was standing among some Hawaiian guys I heard one of them say "This is weird how the wind has stopped over the luau but is blowing further out!" I said "What you are seeing is the hand of Pele at work! This is Madame Pele's doing." They all looked at me askance but couldn't get over the wind behaving so strangely. I told them it would start back up again when we left after the luau was over. Anyway, we had a great time and soon it was time to leave. We were in the last group to leave and I stopped on the gravel road and said "Okay Grace, it's your call. When the tire touches the asphalt the wind will start up again! Call it." She looked around again at the windless area and back at the road and said "Go now!" As soon as the wheel touched the pavement the wind suddenly blew strong again and did so all night long. Aunt Grace became a believer that night.<br /><br />A second encounter with Madame Pele occurred later when Mauna Loa erupted while I was back at home in East Tennessee. While we were at Kilauea, we wanted to see the crater and hopefully some lava. There came a cold blowing rain and all we saw was steam and fog. Everyone fled to the Sheraton to get something warm to drink and sit by the fire. I was naturally disappointed as I wanted to see Pele "In Her Glory" with the lava and an eruption. I didn't say anything about it other than to my Aunt Grace and we flew home a few days later. <br /><br />One night I was asleep in bed in the wee hours of the night when I felt some benevolent energy lift me up and out of the body and up high into the night sky. It pulled me Westward and over the United States and half way across the Pacific Ocean it seemed until I was parked above Mauna Loa in the dark. I could see the lights of cities and communities in the distance with me being twice the height of the volcano. I thought "What in the world am I doing here in Hawaii above Mauna Loa?" Then a voice I recognized as Pele said "NOW Behold Pele IN HER GLORY!" At that moment Mauna Loa let loose with a terrible blast and lava spewed up in the air like a giant 4th of July rocket. I was awe struck and humbled at the same time. Excited as I could be, I said "Thank you my friend Pele'!" I woke up in bed crying.<br /><br />After I woke up, I walked into the kitchen and saw my aunt Grace sitting at the table in morning daylight where it was yet darkness in Hawaii....I said "Mauna Loa just erupted...you know...that huge volcano above Kilauea." She asked me how I knew that. I said "Pele took me over there and showed me just as it went off a few minutes ago!" Just then the radio announced "This just in from Hawaii: Mauna Loa has erupted in a fiery display of nature!" Aunt Grace thought I heard it on the radio. I said "How could I have heard it on the radio if it just <i>now </i>is being announced?"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Kīlauea, Hawaii 96778, USA19.4068929 -155.2833786-6.1151416000000012 163.4080274 44.9289274 -113.97478459999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-2520365452811599202018-06-15T08:00:00.000-10:002018-06-15T08:00:01.570-10:00Voices on the wind on the slopes of Mauna Loa<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Location: Ka'u, Big Island (slopes of Mauna Loa, up above Pahala)</div>
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I used to work for a wilderness therapy outlet for troubled teenagers in remote Ka'u, up at about 1800 feet elevation above <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pahala,_Hawaii" target="_blank">Pahala town</a>. The land was about 10 acres, surrounded by active farm/pasture land (former cane fields) and we had what appeared to be a nearby burial site -- lava rock cairns, three of them, in a beautiful bamboo stand (we would actually send kids there for their final mission, a three day solo camp with fasting -- heavy). On that edge of camp kids reported seeing lights, "aliens", etc. Probably just old ghosts. Many of these kids were in different groups, had never talked to one another, but had similar reports. The kids who occupied the little hale along the edge of the land there didn't like it - chicken skin - they had to face the camp and I think they often felt serious <a href="https://glosbe.com/haw/en/mana" target="_blank">mana</a> behind them on the path that went along the fence behind their hale.</div>
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Most of the property was covered with permaculture garden beds with little open-sided <a href="https://glosbe.com/haw/en/hale" target="_blank">hales</a> sprinkled throughout. We were totally off grid. Pitch black at night. We had one main bunkhouse on the Kona side of the land, and a big open-sided elevated hale in the middle. Our typical routine was to sleep two staff up in the big hale (for one kine break, not to be around farting teenagers) and two staff in the bunkhouse.</div>
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One night was really stormy, AND we had a kid coming in who was a serious flight/violence risk -- they often came in at night, if they were being escorted here against their will, which was often. The staff decided three staff in the bunkhouse would be safer, and that the remaining single staff person would sleep alone on the elevated platform hale. I drew the short straw on that one. </div>
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I managed to fall asleep buried deep in my sleeping bag despite sideways Kona winds and heavy rain. In the middle of the night, I was awoken to what sounded like someone loudly barking "HEY YOU!" at me, maybe a foot or two away from my ear. I woke up with a crystal clear vision in my head of an angry heavy-set Hawaiian man, long hair tied back, only wearing a loincloth or small skirt of some kind of tapa-like material. I scrambled in the dark for my headlamp but no one was there. My heart was pounding out of my chest. As I sat bolt upright there in the dark, freaking out but justifying in my head that it was a vivid dream, I began to hear voices coming in from the west on the wind. The rain had stopped but the Kona winds were still blowing. It was women's voices speaking Hawaiian. Again, I had a crystal clear vision in my head as I heard this - two or three Hawaiian women sitting on a hala mat, pounding poi or something, chatting. The bunkhouse nearby was locked and silent.</div>
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I had never before experienced something like this, and never have since. Though I didn't "see" a ghost, per se, it was the closest thing I have had to a supernatural experience. A co-worker who had been there for years told me to carry some turmeric in my pocket (to ward off spirits?) and told me she had seen plenty of lights and weird things on the property. The land had been used for centuries by <a href="https://glosbe.com/haw/en/kanaka" target="_blank">kanaka</a> and maybe they just wanted to let us <a href="https://glosbe.com/haw/en/haole" target="_blank">haoles</a> know this was still their space. I have a deep respect and love for Hawaiian culture and the mana on the Big Island is the most powerful thing I have ever felt.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">Aloha. With it being Mother’s Day as I write this, and with all the stories of Hawaii in the news these days, I was reminded of a trip I took to the islands in which I had a couple of very strange paranormal encounters. I have been, in the past ten years, a paranormal investigator and have had many encounters with spirits and entities over my lifetime which is how I came to formally investigate these phenomena. Being half Scottish and the other half Viking with psychic skills, I can reliably say there is much more going on in the unseen world than most people will ever know. This story is one of my favorite encounters and I hope you enjoy it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">In the early 1990's, I took a series of trips to the Hawaiian islands. One of my favorite island visits was my trip to the Big Island where I spent a week exploring the island and taking in the sights. For several days, I made the 80 mile drive from Kona to the Kilauea and explored the volcanic vents, even witnessing the lava flowing across an old section of road at one point in my explorations.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">I spent one day hiking across a significant portion of the upper crater area near Kilauea’s volcanic vent and saw the lake of lava for myself and decided to do as the Hawaiian people do and to leave a small offering of a candle and a prayer to Pele as a sign of respect.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">Not being native to the islands, I was simply giving a tip of the hat to a force of Nature whose presence one can feel just by looking around at the living landscape that makes up the islands. Never did I imagine that this force and spirit might give me a tip of the hat in return -- twice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">After I left my offering at the summit of Kilauea, I hiked down into Kilauea Iki, a smaller volcanic cone next to the big lava lake and was standing at the actual vent where Kilauea Iki last erupted in 1959. There was a sign there to be careful not to get too close which I, unfortunately, did not heed. I was trying to get a look into the vent and ventured just a little too close. My footing gave way and I began to slide straight down the hill into the chasm leading down into the vent. I had nothing to grab onto and was literally in the first moment of falling in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">The strangest thing happened at that very instant. I was literally shoved back by a very strong gust of wind, almost as if I had been snatched back. I fell on my back and held my camera in my hand and was a little shocked at what had happened. I slowly backed out and got to a safe spot and gave a silent prayer of thanks for still being alive. If I had fallen into that vent, I have no idea what would have happened… badly injured at the least and if I had fallen into the vent hole, I would never have been found. I had the strange thought at the time that I had been saved by Pele and made sure to take no more chances at the volcano from then on.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">I stayed that evening at the volcano well into the night to witness the lava glowing next to the sea and it was a sight I will never forget. The eruption flowing downhill was spectacular in the sunset twilight and I was transfixed as forests burned away as the lava made it’s way down the mountain and drained into underground lava tubes and poured into the sea. You can’t imagine such a sight… It has to be experienced in person to fully appreciate the sheer spectacle of seeing these great forces at work.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">The USGS/ranger/geologist who I happened to run into was very nice and she took me in to witness the flow from a short distance away. The heat and fumes were intense and we stayed for about 10 minutes before being warned to get out before lava encircled us. We were more than glad to exit, but got some amazing photographs of the activity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">The lava flowed across the road in slow motion, crackling and pouring out bubbling asphalt smoke as the road literally burned from the intense heat. I have never seen such a sight since and feel very privileged to have witnessed this amazing sight in person. The USGS geologist/ranger who happened to be there was taking folks in to the lava flows was very informative and smiled when I asked her about Pele. She said she believed in The Goddess and had a number of strange stories of her own from her time on the island. She also made sure to impress on me how lucky I was to get this close to the lava flowing and said very few of the many visitors to the island get this kind of a chance. I did feel very lucky to have seen it with my own eyes. If I remember right, she said that one in every 5,000 visitors to the island gets to see what we saw.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">After witnessing the lava at night and having given my offering to Pele up on the main volcano earlier that day, I slowly made my way back to the main road, Highway 11, and drove my convertible rental back to where I was staying in Kona. Not long after I passed the area where Pahala is now, I had the music playing and was just enjoying my night drive back to the bed and breakfast I was staying at when I spotted a woman on the side of the road in the distance with my high beams on. There was no traffic that night and I was the only car on the road.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">The woman kept walking up the grade next to the road. She was older with grayish hair and slightly stooped, moving slowly on the right side of the road, making a little room for me to pass her. I slowed and saw she wore a green and blue muumuu which covered her frail form. It was nearly <a dir="ltr" href="x-apple-data-detectors://1" style="-webkit-text-decoration-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.258824); color: black;" x-apple-data-detectors-result="1" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors="true">10:30 p.m.</a> or so and the stretch of road I was on was such that we were far from any human habitation I could spot, other than the occasional macadamia farm. I continued to slow and became concerned for this woman being so far from any help in the dead of night. So I found a wide spot on the right just ahead of her and pulled off to see if I could offer this lady a ride.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">As I passed her, I looked right at her and she looked at me and slightly smiled. She had very piercing eyes. I couldn’t see features of her face because there was only ambient light from my car side illumination as the evening was pitch black, save for the car and the barest sliver of a moon that was still up. Still, there was a brief moment of communication between us as I slowly passed her and look directly at her. I can’t imagine how I looked to her, but I think surprised was the emotion I was feeling. So imagine my amazement as I got out of the car after parking only twenty or so feet ahead of her and turned and said “Ma’am can I help you?” and was looking at empty space. No one was there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">I scrambled around and looked at both sides of the road and circled the car to see if she was hiding near it. There was NO ONE there! And there was no place she could have gone! No trees, hills or brush to hide behind. Just a wide flat spot and a field to the right that was wide open with a hill up on the right. And behind me was open space heading out some distance to the seashore. She literally had up and disappeared on me!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">I stood feeling rather spooked and perplexed and realized that this was likely some kind of ghost sighting. It was early in my life where I hadn’t yet dealt with paranormal matters as an investigator, but had dealt with ghosts and spirits on a number of occasions due to my family history of living in some very haunted places.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">Pele is the Hawaiian goddess of fire, lightning, wind, and volcanoes as well as the creator of the Hawaiian islands. Pele also carries a staff, which she uses to test if the ground is dry. I did not see a staff, but it was night and she <i>did</i> appear to be hunched over when I saw her. And she is well known to appear to we mortal folks as either a young woman or an older woman. I had briefly heard some of these tales of how she appears to people on my trips to the islands, but had never given them much thought beyond my respectful offering up at the volcano summit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody"; font-size: 16px;">“You’ve never heard about Pele on the road?” the husband asked. I shook my head. He smiled and said “Well…you must have done something right, because Pele herself appeared to you. Many people here have had that experience and the fact you stopped to help her was pleasing to her.”</span></div>
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I was doing a patrol around the campus when I received a distress call from a student who could not keep her composure. It was a student residing in the Lokelani Dorm on campus. As I pulled up in the golf cart to investigate, a female student ran out of the dorm lobby screaming, "I see bloody people in the mirrors!" So I called our central control office to discuss with my shift lead officer what's going on. <br />
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Due to only having two guards on site, it is mandatory to have a guard stay in the office while the other guard does the patrols. The shift lead guard told me to investigate the bathroom in the lobby where the girl claimed she saw gruesome people in the bathroom mirror reflections. As I entered the bathroom, I noticed the lights were off. I attempted to flick the switch on and off, but none of the lights worked. Like a scary movie, I wanted to just close the door and leave. I thought to myself that the person who always investigates something unnatural ends up getting killed. I hesitated in the lobby, thinking if I should man up in front of this girl, or just be a coward and tell her what she saw was nothing, blah blah blah, and leave.<br />
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I hunched over and shined my light underneath the stalls to see if I see feet or something. At that point I was praying that I wouldn't see anything. I was imagining gangrene corpse feet like the girl from the Ring. Hairs stood up on my arms and neck, and I yelled. "Hello! "once more, all the bathroom stalls from the farthest stall to the closest stall to me started slamming shut. I immediately ran out yelling F*** THIS!!!" I exited the bathroom and locked the door on the way out. <br />
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The girl was traumatized and I could see why. I didn't see anything in the mirror but the stall doors slamming was good enough evidence for me to confirm something was there and that I disturbed it more than it already was.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-7934937464010465152017-01-01T21:00:00.000-10:002017-03-06T22:30:54.593-10:00The Tale of Whistling Shirley: Part 2<div style="text-align: justify;">
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[Note: The informant is my mother's sister. She had apparently gone to see the phenomenon of the whistling around the time that my mother did, but was much older, 16 or 17 years old at the time. She was able to give more details as she actually went into the house. It's best if you read <a href="http://www.weirdhawaii.com/2008/05/tale-of-whistling-shirley.html" target="_blank">this story</a> before continuing on.]</div>
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By the time I went to see the whistling, many people had heard about it. People from all over the island were there, and there were even people who had come from outer islands who had heard about it. My husband, whom I met much later, said that he had even heard about it when he was growing up in Waimanalo. I wanted to go see this whistling because we had heard that it sounded like it was whistling the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRwZcZtiUsg" target="_blank">Hail Mary</a>. Not a song, but the cadence of the prayer. I thought it was a miracle, that God was communicating through the girl, and thought it was wonderful. </div>
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I went with my cousin, and entered the house. Since there were so many people, you had to stand in like a line, that moved into Shirley's room, and out. When me and my cousin entered the room, the whistle <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRa4v8R7DD4" target="_blank">wolf whistled </a>us. It was unnerving. It sounded like the whistle was coming from outside the house. As we moved through the room, Shirley was laying on her bed. She was maybe 12 years old. And as she lay there, her body levitated, and then slammed back down onto the bed. Up in the air, and back onto the bed, repeatedly. I don't know how many times it happened because you couldn't stop to watch, you had to keep moving since there were so many people. But after I saw that, I knew that something was wrong. The whistle that we heard was the tune of the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ek3eCbfqp0" target="_blank">Tennessee Waltz</a>, which was the most popular song at the time [Note: this is the tune that followed my mother and grandpa back home in the original story]. </div>
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We were told by the priest of our church that the girl was possessed by the devil, and we were told never to go back to the house, and never to speak of the incident again. We had heard that an exorcism was conducted on her (whether on Kauai or elsewhere, I don't know), and everything stopped after that. </div>
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I told my mom and aunty that they are the only people who have ever mentioned this story. It's clear that many, many people know about it, though. My aunty thinks it's because the priest said that they should never speak of it again, that nobody really has, so nobody else really knows about it. She never spoke about it until she told me, nearly 60 years later. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-67759803242280029742016-10-31T11:47:00.004-10:002023-08-04T10:03:08.283-10:00Who's Driving the Lift?<div style="text-align: justify;">
Informant: Male/43/Ethnicity undisclosed</div>
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Location: Mapunapuna, Oahu</div>
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I work the night shift in a warehouse in Mapunapuna, and on Fridays I work non-stop into Saturday just to get things done. So this happened today, October 29, 2016, and the weird part is it was a little after 7:00 a.m. </div>
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On Saturdays, there's usually three of us working, but one guy called out sick for Friday and Saturday, so there was just two of us doing our usual. Around 7:00 a.m. I could hear my coworker still on the stand up lift instead of taking his break, so I wanted to see what he was doing and saw that he just wanted to set things up to make it easier after his 10 minute break. So I walked past him and went towards my desk and saw that I had forgotten to put all of my trash into a bigger bag to be taken out. So from where my desk is, there's a big machine that blocks my view of where my coworker was using the stand up lift, but I could see things below, like legs, and the lower part of the stand up lift. So I grabbed my trash and started putting it into a bigger bag and noticed my coworker came behind and stood by the machine looking at me. I just kept picking up my trash one by one and kept looking back at him, wondering why he was just staring at me instead of helping.</div>
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As I started to tie the bag I could still see him standing there out of the corner of my eye, and I started getting irritated. All of a sudden I hear, "beep beep beep," and right as I was done I looked straight in front of me, and I was still able to see my coworker standing on the side. I was about to turn my head towards him to say something like, "Yes, can I help you?" but thought again and asked myself , "If he's standing here staring at me, then who the hell is driving the stand up lift?" So I turned and looked, but nothing was there. I know I saw him turn the corner, stop, and just stand there. And I know I'm not seeing things or imagining things either because our warehouse has good lighting and no dark or shady areas, and I've been doing this for eight years with nothing weird ever happening until today, in the morning, of all times. </div>
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I remember growing up hearing similar stories that happen often in Samoa where people see their family member walking past the house, but they just came from inside the house and know their family member is sleeping inside, so they go back inside only to find them still asleep. It happens quite often in Samoa, and they know its a ghost because the family member they see walking past doesn't even acknowledge them, but just looks straight and keeps on walking.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-21046146659872247462016-10-31T11:33:00.004-10:002017-02-28T16:21:42.881-10:00Do Your Parents Feed the Frogs?<div style="text-align: justify;">
Informant: Male/26/Filipino</div>
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Location: Wainaku, Big Island</div>
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I have a bunch of family that live in this small, tight-knit community: Wainaku, Big Island. Grandparents, numerous aunts, and relatives live around the block. While playing video games in a relatives home, my brother and I got a phone call from my mother saying it's getting late and we should head to another aunty's home for dinner.</div>
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My brother and I picked up our kick scooters and headed up the road. At the fork of the road, a tall, barefoot old lady wearing a long white out-of-style dress, danced in the middle of the road holding a tray of food. I told my brother to ignore the lady as our aunty's home was at the immediate left of the fork. The old lady faced me and asked, "Do your parents feed the frogs?" That ridiculous question made me stop to answer her no, and I was curious why she asked that question. She said she will feed the frogs what was on her tray: guacamole and tortilla chips. Dumbfounded, I said yes when she offered me and my brother to taste her guac, which was delicious. She then ran into the middle of the fork, into the dark, yelling, "Frogs, this is for you!"</div>
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I told this story the next day to relatives and people in my Aunts street. Not one person said that an old lady of that description lived in the neighborhood.</div>
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The fork on the road? It was actually a bridge over a river that conjoins two streets. Some say a church used to be next to that bridge...</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-88657386173714108132016-02-07T09:00:00.000-10:002017-02-28T16:18:07.321-10:00The Mossy Green Wolf of Kailua <div style="text-align: justify;">
Informant: Male/38/Chinese-Caucasian</div>
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Location: Kailua, Oahu, HI</div>
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This happened back in 1987 when I was 12 years old on [REDACTED] Way in Kailua, Oahu. The kids in the neighborhood used to come out late and play a game called "chuck-it." It was a very quiet cul-de-sac, so no one cared that we would play all night long. </div>
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So here it is. We were all hiding in bushes and trees, hiding from the person that was "it." I remember this clearly 'cause it freaked me out and I still think of it today. The rain had just come through at about 2:00 a.m. Yes, we played in the rain too. We were all getting wet and the person who was it had tagged me. I had to come out of my hiding place and go to my friend and neighbor Chad Parris' porch while they continued searching for everyone else. While I was walking across the neighbors long driveway I felt something was looking at me. </div>
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I looked back to my left and saw a dark green wolf with bright green eyes staring at me as I walked by. Yes, I do know that there are no wolves or foxes in Hawaii. It didn't run as it slowly walked by me. I froze and could only stare back 'cause of how scared I was. The wolf looked like it had wiry hair, but mossy looking. The size was like a normal grey wolf and it showed me his huge fangs. The strange thing is, it just continued on and never growled or barked. It was like he was just letting me know he was there and not to mess with him. It went on to jump the wall and walked along the lake. I yelled for everyone to come over to see what I just saw, and everyone said I was seeing things. I know what I saw. I didn't play with my friends for almost two weeks after that. They would still go out every night, but I was traumatized. The older locals I told the story to say it was the Goddess Pele and kids should never be out that late on Oahu. I moved away a year later and never saw it again. Since then, I have continued to search Hawaii folklore stories or strange animals in Hawaii and have yet to find another person who has seen it.</div>
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In 2006, I went to the movies to watch M. Night Shyamalan's The Lady in the Water. During the movie there is a green wolf creature and I was like OMG is this really happening. The creature looked a lot like what I saw, but his version had red eyes had grass on its back instead of moss. I don't know what legend he pulled that creature from, but that was it. Maybe someone knows the legend or myth this creature comes from, but I need to know and will continue searching...</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2Kailua, HI, USA21.4022222 -157.7394444000000221.4022222 -157.73944440000002 21.4022222 -157.73944440000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-24121987876202074522016-01-03T09:00:00.000-10:002016-01-03T09:00:00.459-10:00"She's Coming for You." <div style="text-align: justify;">
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In 1994 I moved to Waipahu to take care of my grandma at a place called Tropicana Apartments. I was up late working on my cars interior one night and was tired, so just after midnight I decided to go buy cigarettes at the Shell Gas Station and vacuum my car. </div>
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I took the back road (Waipahu Road) blasting my music, and as I came up to the traffic light I slowed down to make the right turn on Waikele Road. There weren't any cars or pedestrians around as I made the turn, but as I turned I heard clearly as if it was two inches from my ear, a woman saying angrily, "Turn down the music!" So I moved my head, startled, and looked to the left at where the person spoke so close to my ear. Then I turned my head further looking back, seeing if I drove past anyone. At that same moment, the volume started going down by itself without the knob turning. I let go of the gas pedal wondering, "What the hell?" Then my left forearm from elbow to fingertips started to hurt really bad, as if I left it in a freezer for days. I gassed it to the gas station at the corner and jumped out of my car trying to shake of the cold feeling that was hurting my arm. </div>
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As I was confused, I walked to the sidewalk and looked back trying to figure out what just happened. I couldn't figure it out until I looked to the right side of the street and saw the graveyard right next to Waipahu Elementary School. And that's when I realized that what I heard was a ghost. She must have grabbed my arm, too. At that moment my chicken skin had chicken skin and I started jumping to shake it off. As soon as I collected my self I sat in my car and told myself not to go back that way after I bought cigarettes and vacuumed. </div>
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He was about eight or nine years old, wearing a long-sleeved striped shirt. He grabbed my big toe and kept wiggling it. I got up and looked at him, wondering if maybe my grandma had guest's sleeping over. I lay back down to sleep, but again the boy grabbed my toes and wiggled them until I got up. This time I looked at him, and he pointed to the door and said, "The lady is coming for you." I put my head down again and thought, "What the hell is this kid talking about?" Then I remembered the voice and everything else and sat up, but there was no boy or sound of my door opening or closing. </div>
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I got up and went into the other room (my grandma always slept in the living room downstairs) and I felt this woman (I don't know how to explain the feeling but it was powerful) coming down the street towards the apartments. Without looking outside, I could feel her presence. It was so strong, and it moved to the front door and stopped. I ran to my doorway looking around for an escape because I was thinking she was gonna come up the stairs, but instead I felt her move up to the second floor and come into the house through the wall of the other room I just came from. I ran downstairs and into the bathroom (downstairs bathroom is located under the stairs) and felt her moving past my room. She went down the stairs and stopped halfway, and I felt her coming straight through the stairs, straight at me. That's when I opened the door and ran out the back, flicking the lights on as I ran. I ran a few buildings away and waited for sunlight before going back home. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2Waipahu, HI, USA21.3866667 -158.0091667000000421.3866667 -158.00916670000004 21.3866667 -158.00916670000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-75279167989099350072015-12-31T21:00:00.000-10:002015-12-31T21:00:10.940-10:00Unexplained Camera Footage <div style="text-align: justify;">
Informant: Male/undisclosed age/Asian ancestry</div>
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Location: Koloa, Kauai</div>
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"Supposedly, the cameras are for a church in Koloa. The church was being vandalized in the past so they decided to watch the video footage. Then they saw<i> this.</i>" </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-83133616081483234552015-12-27T09:00:00.000-10:002015-12-27T09:00:00.665-10:00The Girl in the Rain<div style="text-align: justify;">
Informant: Male/42/undisclosed ethnicity</div>
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Back in 2004, I was at a bar one night in Kailua playing pool. I was heading home to Kaneohe just after midnight and it was raining heavy. I was at the traffic light in front of <a href="https://www.adventisthealth.org/castle/pages/castle-home.aspx" target="_blank">Castle Medical Center</a> with no cars behind me when I noticed someone standing at the bus stop; just standing there in the rain instead of under the shelter. I thought to myself, "What kind of idiot stands in the rain like that with no jacket, etc., and no buses running?" </div>
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So as I was passing the bus stop, I was trying to see who the idiot was when I saw it was a young local girl, probably mid -20's. She was looking at me passing so I pulled over to the side and reversed a bit to ask if she was going to Kaneohe, but instead she just jumped in the car. So I asked if she was going to Kaneohe and she said, "No, I have to go to K-Mart on Nimitz." I thought to myself, "F******-a, man."</div>
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So on we went without talking and I noticed that she had a few scratches on her arms and face, so I thought maybe she was in a fight or something. When we reached town I finally asked if she had missed the last bus and she said no, she was in an accident and she smashed her car. After she said that all the hair on my neck and head felt tingly like it was standing because it dawned on me that this girl is dead at the hospital and her spirit is here in my car, determined to get to K-Mart. </div>
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On I went trying hard not to be scared. Finally, I park the car at K-Mart and she doesn't get out until I say, "We're here." Then she just jumped out of the car and never said thanks or anything and I noticed that she had no shoes, and I thought to myself, "Nahh cannot be." So I watched her walking to the K-Mart entrance, and before she even got close to the door she faded away, and my eyes just widened without blinking. I took a few deep breaths to calm down before heading home. I never looked at the passenger seat the whole drive home. I turned up the music and turned the rear view mirror upwards.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Kailua, HI, USA21.4022222 -157.7394444000000221.2839442 -157.90080590000002 21.5205002 -157.57808290000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-27118240512884534282015-12-06T09:00:00.000-10:002015-12-06T09:00:00.283-10:00A Calling Spirit at the Wailua Golf Course<div style="text-align: justify;">
Informant: Male/29/Hawaiian-Mixed ancestry</div>
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Location: Wailua Golf Course, Kauai</div>
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Some friends and I decided to go fishing overnight behind the Wailua Golf Course. We got the poles ready, set up some tents, and built a fire and we were set for the night. It was a normal routine for us to drink and play music, so it was obvious that we'd do the same on this night. </div>
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After a few drinks, a friend and I decided to use the restroom nearby on the golf course. When the restroom was in sight, my friend ran ahead to use the restroom first and by the time I got there he was already finished. I did my business and looked for my friend outside, and no surprise came when I couldn't find him seeing as how he liked playing tricks on people. I thought it wouldn't be that hard to find him seeing as how it was a full moon and I could see around the golf course fairly well. It was also going to be hard for a man of his size (6' 3", 250+ lbs.) to hide behind the little palm trees on the golf course. </div>
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I heard a noise behind me and turned around to see a large figure moving behind the trees. I sneaked around the tree to scare him, but no one was there. I heard someone call my name from behind me and I saw him looking at me from behind the tree. I headed towards him as that was the way toward the camp anyway, but I couldn't find him when I get to the tree. I heard him call me again, this time leading deeper into the golf course. I was getting tired of his games, but obliged anyway. I kept my eye on him the whole time; I could only see his head, but I could barely make out his facial features. As I got closer, he slowly moved behind a tree again and when I get to the tree, he was nowhere to be found. Once again, he called me, this time even further into the golf course and away from our campsite. </div>
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When I got back, my friend was already there and he asked where I went. He told me that he was waiting for me outside of the restroom and when I came out I told him to go back to the campsite alone because I wanted to check something out. I told him the last time I saw him was when I went into the restroom and didn't talk to him or see him when I came out. We decided to just pee in the bushes for the rest of the night and we've never been on the golf course at night again.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-74609645276050301732015-11-01T09:00:00.000-10:002015-11-01T12:12:34.661-10:00A Pressing in Hale Wainani<div style="text-align: justify;">
Informant: Male/22/Mixed ancestry</div>
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I was a bartender and my wife was a waitress at the Coco Palms Resort in the 1960's. One night as we were closing up the bar, I heard the door bells chime and turned to see a young woman walking up to the bar. She had long brown hair and a long red dress that covered her feet and made her walk seem unusual. She walked up to me and asked, "May I have a puhi paka, please?"</div>
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"I don't know what kind of drink that is. Even if I did, I can't make it for you because we're closed. You need to leave!" She seemed angry with my reply. My wife came running from the other side of the restaurant, "No, honey, she's asking for a cigarette." she told me. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. We don't smoke. May I offer you a free soda instead?" I began to object, but my wife quickly cut me off.</div>
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"Didn't you see her eyes?" She asked. "When you told her to leave, there was fire in her eyes. You pissed her off! That was the goddess Pele. If she ever asks you for something, you give it to her!"</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Kauai, Hawaii, USA22.0964396 -159.526123821.6254936 -160.17157079999998 22.5673856 -158.8806768tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-28514434087084370722015-09-06T09:00:00.000-10:002015-09-06T09:00:01.712-10:00Fly Like an Eagle<div style="text-align: justify;">
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In the late 1990's I read in the newspaper that a boy that lived down the road from us had accidentally hanged himself while he was playing in his yard. I later found out that he was one of my brother's basketball rivals; they had recently competed against each other in a three-point shootout tournament which my brother won. I asked my brother about him and he didn't have much to say other than he knew the boy's favorite song was "Fly Like An Eagle" because it was recently featured in Space Jam and Michael Jordan was his favorite basketball player.</div>
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We were playing video games and listening to music when the song "Fly Like An Eagle" started playing on the stereo. A minute or so into the song, all the electricity goes out including the Playstation, TV, and lights, so we're in complete darkness. Everything went off except for the stereo; the song was still playing. We were already terrified from the dark and everything turning off except for the stereo when we heard another noise. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818800738982154848.post-91835472303741166622015-08-02T09:00:00.000-10:002015-08-05T17:51:31.984-10:00From the Reservoir <div style="text-align: justify;">
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A really close friend of mine was out drinking late one night and on his way home, drove off the road and drowned in the reservoir. A few days later, I experienced what I have come to know as sleep paralysis. </div>
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I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a shadowy figure on top of me. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't move. But because I was aware of what was happening, I just relaxed and it all went away after a few seconds. Thinking nothing of it, I went back to sleep. However, when I woke up the next morning I realized that it wasn't a normal sleep paralysis... </div>
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After she said that all the hair on my neck and head felt tingly, like it was standing, because it dawned on me that this girl was dead at the hospital and her spirit was here in my car determined to get to K-Mart. On I went trying hard not to be scared. Finally I parked the car at K-Mart and she didn't get out until I said, "We're here." Then she just jumped out of the car and never said thanks or anything and I noticed that she had no shoes and I thought to myself, "Nah cannot be." So I watched her walk to the K-Mart entrance and before she even got close to the door, she faded away, and my eyes just widened without blinking. </div>
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