The shores are pristine and the sands are as white as the sun will allow the colors to be. The blue ocean in all her majesty caresses the shore as if to release it of some unknown tension. The waters ebb away and the sands sigh in great comfort.
The lush green of the trees blends into the mountains which at its height stands as a guardian parent. The wind unfurls the rain like a blanket that covers the thirsty populace of nature and people who are in need of its nectar. A lone figure stands at a rock outcropping that overlooks the surging ocean. It is a Hawaiian man who is older in his years but not aged to the point of being feeble. He scans the horizon, awaiting the arrival of what will first appear as a smattering of clouds but will eventually become bone-like fingers stretching from the horizon to the shore.
That is what he waits for.
Were it not for him adjusting his stance now and again, no one would think of him as a living figure. Years of training his mind to filter out unneeded thoughts caused his exterior to make him appear as a mannequin. Even the birds screeched in surprise for the times which he moved, his concentration gave off pulsating waves of energy which caused people to fear him as they could not comprehend the process. However, what was most disconcerting was that the man was dressed in a coat and tie. How out of place he appeared to be in such an environment? When the storm came it was not subtle, Boy expected it to put up a fight and not give way so easily, and it did not disappoint. It came fast across the horizon with its thick cloud-like fingers stretching itself out with the intention of tearing Boy limb from limb. He did not move an inch, he gave no indication that he was in the least affected by the storms bravado. The storm pretended to move off toward the points of land on either side of where Boy stood but in a snap, it changed directions and was on top Boy like a swarm of locusts. The clouds were so black that Boy immediately disappeared into its bleak darkness. All seemed lost as a single man dared to defy nature but instead was consumed by it. A second later, the titan sized tempest was gone. All that was left was Boy, standing with one arm outstretched to the sky, with the last of the dark smoke of the storm disappearing into a gourd which Boy held aloft. He closed the opening with a cork made from coconut husk. Without hesitation, Boy turned and made his way back to his waiting car. Kealoha waited with the back door of the car already open. Boy quickly took a seat in the back and waited for Kealoha to assume his position in the driver's seat.
"Where are we headed to boss?" Kealoha asked while looking in the rear-view mirror.
"To the person who sent this curse," Boy replied as he held up the gourd quickly. "Take your time, I'd like to savor the moment when I see the look of surprise on the senders' faces."
Come listen to Lopaka's storytelling LIVE - Friday, August 23rd, 7:30pm, at the Honolulu Museum of Art Doris Duke Theater
Please note: This is not a scientific study; the "most haunted" stories are purely based on the number of ghost stories and haunted tales shared with our storyteller about each place.
7:30pm, Friday, August 23rd
$15 per person/ $12 museum members
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