The Bowling Alley

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

Actual picture of the back of the lanes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The White Wind

Informant: Male/26/Japanese ancestry

Location: Wailua, Kauai

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

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

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

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The Knudsen Gap Hitchiker

Informant: Female/age unknown/Japanese ancestry

Location: Knudsen Gap, Tunnel of Trees, Kauai

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

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

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

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Dad Doesn't Like You

Informant: Female/22/Japanese ancestry

Location: Lihue, Kauai

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

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

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

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

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

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Take Uncle Back

Informant: Female/28/Japanese ancestry 

Location: Kekaha, Kauai

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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