A Calling Spirit at the Wailua Golf Course

Informant: Male/29/Hawaiian-Mixed ancestry

Location: Wailua Golf Course, Kauai

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. 

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. 

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. 

At this point I realized that there's no way that he could get that far that quickly and I started to get creeped out. Just in case, I yell to him that I was going back to the camp. He said no and insisted that I follow him... That was my cue to book it out of the golf course and back to the campsite. 

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.

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Name Calling in Waikiki

Informant: Male/25/Chinese ancestry

Location: Waikiki, Oahu

I used to work at a certain high-end retailer in Waikiki. There were stories of weird things happening in that particular branch. I heard from a coworker that he saw a bag fly off the shelf. I didn’t really trust him though, because he was known to embellish his stories a bit. But he did seem genuinely freaked out by his experience. It wasn’t long before I had my own.

It was during the day, from what I remember. Me and another coworker were in the store. My coworker was maybe like, 3-5 feet away from me at the counter. I was just standing there, and suddenly I heard a loud whisper saying “Ken!” or something like that. I just remember it being really, really in my ear. It was a really loud whisper. I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman.

I turned back to see if maybe my coworker was calling me, but right at the same time she looked up and asked me, "Did you say something?" At this point I’m going "Uh...I thought you said something." She says "Oh, I thought I heard somebody saying something, like Kay or whatever."

Nobody else was in the store. If she didn’t call my name…then who did?

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Wake Up

Informant: Female/23/white - Hawaiian ancestry

Location: Kilauea, Kauai

I had an early wake up call in the morning, so the night before I asked my mom if she could wake me up. As I was sleeping, I heard someone whisper in my ear, "Liana, Liana, wake up," and I felt someone shake me, as if trying to shake me awake. I woke up, but nobody was there. Nobody was in my room. I looked at the clock, and it was still the middle of the night.

I went upstairs to my parents room to see if my mom had tried to wake me. I walked in and she was still sleeping, and I said, "Mom, did you just come downstairs to wake me up?"

She didn't.

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It Knew My Name

Informant: Male/unknown age/unknown ancestry
Location: Ahae'ho'omalu, Big Island

The following is true and I was not on any kind of drug or alcohol, nor was I dreaming. I lived on Kauai for about 15 years spending my high school years there. I had heard many bizarre and spooky stories, including stories about the Night Marchers. I had no idea that one day I would encounter them up close!

In May of 1995 I went to the Big Island for a job interview. I didn't get the job and I was "marooned" on the island, as I was broke and didn't know anybody. I pitched a tent in Anae'ho'omalu, on the Kona side of the Big Island, far enough away from the resort area where I would not be easily found. This would be my "base camp" until I could get myself on my feet again.

My tent was well hidden in the Ke'awe and you could not see it unless you knew it was there. I pitched the tent on the only flat ground as the area is all lava fields. I saw many petroglyphs and a partially collapsed wall where I pitched my tent next to, utilizing the flat ground.

One night, during the later part of the month when the moon was waning and crescent-shaped, I bedded down. It was about 10:15pm and I was just nodding off to sleep when quickly I came to my senses because I heard someone walking past my tent on the beach trail.

It sounded like plastic buckets "clunking" together, so I figured the sounds was just someone out for a night dive. I laid still and waited for them to pass. I thought it odd that whoever they were had no lights. However, my single-man tent was covered completely with a canopy and I could not see out.

Then suddenly, someone came to my well-hidden tent and called my name, in a clear and unmistakable deep, masculine, guttural voice. I knew instantly that this was a voice not of this world!

I could "sense" that this "entity" was enjoying scaring me and it knew that I knew it was a ghost. It had almost a hint mischief in it's voice. It knew I was freaking out, and it knew my name to top it all off! Nobody knew me on the Big Island at that time. I certainly didn't tell the job interviewer that I was camped on the beach.

I could also sense that this being "had to go" as if it had more important things to do. I laid still, petrified with fear for about 20 minutes until I felt I was clear to go. I grabbed my blanket and ran as fast as I could along the beach to the lighted resort area about a 1/4 mile away.

I later overheard one of the employees of the resort not too long after the experience who saw "The Night Marchers" as she was driving home through the lava fields after completing her night shift. I believe it to be the same night that I had my weird encounter.

I looked up the date and the phase of the moon in a book of the Hawaiian Moon Calendar. One of the things it said was it was the time that The Night Marchers are seen! Another book explained the "clunking" sounds as calabashes suspended from a pole in which provisions were carried when on a journey in the days of old. This experience remains to this day, the most inexplicable event of my life.

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Sinister Nightmares

Informant: Male/24/mixed ancestry 

Location: Hilo, Big Island

My grandmother was always around. My father rarely liked this...sometimes he thought she was more of an annoyance than a help. My grandmother is very talkative. She always tends to be the type to get caught in a "sewing circle" type of rumor forwarding fairly easy, and always wants to add you to the circle.

One day my grandmother came over, and after the usual small talk about who in the family is spoiled, who needs help in school etc., she says "Roland has been having strange dreams, you know?" My mom obviously didn't know, so she replied "Whatchumean ma, weird dreams?" "Well, he says there’s this couple, and dey keep telling him 'Come. Come with us.' Not like mean kind, but they keep telling him. And he says he cannot make them stop! And he no like go, you know, but they keep trying to make him, yeah?" So my mom tells her "Maybe he should see somebody, then,” suggesting she take him to a Kahuna, or one of my grandmothers "psychic" friends.

So one night, we're all sitting around in the living room. I think my mom and grandmother must have been making leis or something, cause the TV wasn’t on. My uncle was there. I think he was about 15 at the time, and I was 7. My grandmother was saying how she was thinking about taking him to a kahuna. My uncle says something in response. I'm not paying much attention, I'm doing some homework. About 30 minutes pass, and in a particularly quiet moment, my uncle falls onto the living room floor and grabs his head and screams.

It looked as if he was having some sort of strange screaming seizure. He was convulsing. He was grabbing at his chest and his head, like he’s trying to rip something out from under his skin with his fingers. Everything seems to slow at this point. My mom is shouting "Get him up!" My grandma is shouting "No, leave him alone!" About two minutes pass. Every second felt like an hour. Finally, he stopped. He rolled over and picked himself up off the floor and looked around, squinty-eyed. He didn’t say anything.

My grandmother decided this was a good time to leave, and went home. Later we found out that he saw the couple again, and they were saying to him "Come. Come," and gesturing. He said he saw a yard, and a path. He described the place to my mother’s sister, and somehow she knew where it was. They went to the place, which was in someone’s yard. According to my uncle, it looked like it did as showed to him in his dreams. They asked the owners for permission to dig in the spot where he was taken to in the dream. Nothing was found. But the dreams never came again, and he never saw those people after that. I guess they were satisfied that what they were looking for just wasn’t there to be found.

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