...continued from yesterday
Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui
Dec 31, 2022
Dec 30, 2022
Dec 29, 2022
Dec 28, 2022
Dec 27, 2022
Lele 2022
...continued from yesterday
Horrified screams rose above the din of traffic and everyday life.
Dec 26, 2022
Pryor Kamaka 2022
Pryor Kamaka was a prodigy at his westside school and the hope for his family and community's future.
Dec 25, 2022
Rizals 2022
"We each have our own car, but the Cadillac belongs to Jose," Junior said while removing the soaked rag from the water bucket.
Dec 24, 2022
Dec 23, 2022
Rita 2022
Boy sat in the kitchen with aunty Rita peeling potatoes while she worked on the deviled eggs, which is one of his favorite dishes that Rita made.
Dec 22, 2022
ʻAina Awakea 2022
Uncle Tiny, aunty Rita, and Tabby were out shopping for the weekend stay at the beach house.
Dec 21, 2022
Sanjuro 2022
"This is an old game," Tabby frowned while looking at all the pieces on the papamū.
"I have no words of wisdom to follow that statement," Boy replied. "Some things need to be learned and absorbed without the need to speak."
Dec 20, 2022
Halāwai 2022 Part 2
....continued from yesterday
James Pilar sat in front of Boy's large Koa wood desk, with Benny Correia next to him.
Dec 19, 2022
Halāwai 2022
The union boss and their cohorts always got the side room opened for them during one of their lunch meetings.
Dec 18, 2022
That Day 2022 Part 5 Finale
The guitarist slowly mounted his assault on the audience without knowing we were in for a battle.
Dec 17, 2022
That Day 2022 Part 4
.....Continued from yesterday
Flamenco is passionate and bombastic, with its accompanying members lending incredible rhythmic claps to the guitar player who blindingly strums his six-string.
Dec 16, 2022
That Day 2022 Part 3
I can't recall what we ate that night at Kenny's, but whatever it was, it was secondary to the conversation Debbie and I shared over that late dinner.
Dec 15, 2022
That Day 2022 Part 2
Continued from yesterday....
"Oh no, no!" I assured her. "I catch the bus all the time, no worry!"
Dec 14, 2022
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Dec 7, 2022
Dec 6, 2022
Dec 5, 2022
Lana 2022
It was a long day of learning to unravel the layers of things that affected our upbringing. Hurts, betrayals, heartbreak, unrequited love.
Dec 4, 2022
Dec 3, 2022
Dec 2, 2022
Moku 2022
Soil soaked with human blood from battles, mass murders, and sacrifice does not wash away through rains or floods or a change in the lay of the land.
Dec 1, 2022
Hoʻokumu 2022
Saddle Road was laden with vehicles parked off the blacktop, with their owners either basking in all the glory of the red volcanic glow from Mauna Loa.
Nov 30, 2022
Nailed 2022
Naturally, they thought she was helpless and stupid because she was a woman wandering the aisles of the hardware superstore.
Nov 29, 2022
Nov 28, 2022
Nov 27, 2022
Coffee 2022
Every morning, she'd sit there with a hot cup of coffee she would never drink, a breakfast she would only half finish, and a magazine she'd stare at without reading.
Nov 26, 2022
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 24, 2022
Kūkulu 2022
Men who work paving roads, filling in potholes, and other such labor have told me that they hate working late at night in the rural areas of ʻOʻahu. The vibe gets really creepy, really fast.
Nov 23, 2022
Manawa iki 2022
It was humid, and I was rushing to get to my car, turn the a/c on and just sit there for a couple of minutes before heading to the drive-thru.
Nov 22, 2022
Trouble 2022
One never expects trouble even though trouble could be lurking about, waiting for an opportunity to make itself known and presentable when you least expect it.
Nov 21, 2022
Nov 20, 2022
Nov 19, 2022
1977 2022
There weren't too many places in Waipahu to park late at night and enjoy a dinner plate from Graces Inn with a jumbo-sized drink to wash down your mixed plate of shoyu chicken, Terri-beef, cone sushi, fried noodles, and corned beef hash.
Nov 18, 2022
Nov 17, 2022
Again 2022
1
Because of my uncle Thomas, my parents could buy the family station wagon at a good price.
Nov 16, 2022
Iwakaluakumaha 2022
On the 24th, Barry Kalaluhi waited in the small church in the warehouse district in Kalihi.
Nov 15, 2022
Kalina 2022
Empty space without even a residual echo of all the glory, life, heartache, and sadness imprinted into the very fibers of the floor, the twisted mesh of the screened windows, and the sturdy wooden pillars and beams.
Nov 14, 2022
Uncertain 2022
She was the strongest person we knew; she held the ʻohana together after our father passed away.
Nov 13, 2022
Homeful 2022
Having these last few beers on the most beautiful day I've seen in a while was not easy.
Nov 12, 2022
Paʻakai 2022
My old neighbor was a Hawaiian mother who advocated using natural salt from the sea, for blessings, to salt meat, and for regular table salt.
Nov 11, 2022
Nov 10, 2022
Nov 9, 2022
Free Again 2022
...continued from yesterday
2
Admittedly, it shook the core of everything I thought I was up until I met Merla in her dog and human incarnation.
Nov 8, 2022
Free 2022
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There's something to be said about how the Las Vegas machine has everything big, bright, and in your face.
Maha'oi 2022
“I don’t even know if get fish in Manoa falls; I was the only one here this morning right at sunrise.
Nov 6, 2022
Nov 5, 2022
Four 2022
We encounter spirits all the time, not like how we see them in the movies but in real life.
Nov 4, 2022
Nov 3, 2022
Nov 2, 2022
Nov 1, 2022
Six 2022
I lurk around old memories, old feelings, and the nostalgia of peaking during high school and never being able to live beyond it.
#106 2022
My life is like swimming in the shallow end of a pool, where I was too afraid to venture anywhere profound because I’d gotten used to the life that I was told I was supposed to have.
Oct 31, 2022
Oct 30, 2022
Die, Live 2022
1
As a kid, I used to ride past here with my father. It seemed seedy and antiquated back then as if all the dirty parts of its past cluttered itself in this one part of town.
Oct 29, 2022
ʻEke 2022
On the side of the freeway, on the grassy median just under a lone guava tree, the leather bag came to rest after it was ejected from the over-customized Toyota Tacoma, which rear-ended the Hyundai SUV at ninety miles an hour.
Oct 28, 2022
Lloyd 2022
Sitting on the library steps, I took in the night air and noticed the usual group of homeless near the front doors, tucking themselves in for the night.
Oct 27, 2022
Oct 26, 2022
Warn 2022
We all tried to tell him not to build his house on that land, but he accused us of being racists because he was, as he said, "A haole who owns a Hawaiian land."
Oct 25, 2022
Oct 24, 2022
Beneath 2022
The most deadly is when the pond is crystal clear because it lulls people into a false sense of security.
Oct 23, 2022
Bathory 2022
"Don't come any closer," she warned. "You're just gonna end up like him and everyone else before him,"
Oct 22, 2022
Oct 21, 2022
Neko 2022
The old house at the end of 12th avenue on the Waikīkī side of the freeway was an excellent purchase.
Oct 20, 2022
Oct 19, 2022
Box 2022
You know this story, not because it's an urban legend, but because it's real and it happened to someone who could be our friend, brother, cousin, uncle, or father.
Oct 18, 2022
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Oct 15, 2022
Mauka 2022
It was a sarong she wore for sure but not like the gaudy colored ones you find in some touristy shop off the beaten path.
Oct 14, 2022
Oct 13, 2022
Pele 2022
I am reminded of when we happened to be in Hilo, and we visited someone who was said to have pictures and video footage of himself and the goddess Pele.
Oct 12, 2022
Kaula Hao 6 2022: Pu ana.
Abner did the smart thing by not only hiding in Tahiti but by acclimating himself to the culture and the language.
Oct 11, 2022
Kaula Hao 5 2022
The following day at 4 pm, shackled hand, foot, and hooded, Abner was taken to a horse-drawn wagon that seemed to purposely take every bump and hole along the way.
Oct 10, 2022
Oct 9, 2022
Kaula Hao 3 2022
Yet another month transpired before the princess appeared outside the jail cell, sitting on a stool.
Oct 8, 2022
Kaula Hao 2 2022
Nearly a month transpired before Abner could have visitors to attend to him and keep him company, if only for a short while.
Oct 7, 2022
Oct 6, 2022
Road 2022
Miles of the road this far seems like it will go on forever, and perhaps there won't be a conclusion.
Oct 5, 2022
Oct 4, 2022
Oct 3, 2022
Server 2022
Appeasement is why I went to the funeral of a person I didn't care for because this person was a burden to our family. Her name was Alena Seresto, the youngest of her family of thirteen and the most spoiled and least traditional Filipino in her family. Went to college on the mainland, married someone from Minnesota, divorced after five years, and lorded the wealth of her alimony over her sisters and their families. The rest of her older siblings had long passed, so whoever was left got the unwanted pleasure of her company. Alena passed in her sleep after a long bout with liver cancer, she suffered terribly, and in the end, she died alone. Even under those circumstances, I had no desire to attend her services, but my mother told me I would go out of respect for the dead. So, I went, but I sat in the very back.
While everyone got up to speak and struggled to say something nice, I snuck off to the lounge, where the servers had already put out the food. Lots of musubi without the nori, just the ume, my favorite. Shoyu chicken, teriyaki beef, sweet-sour pork, regular rice, and fried rice. Oh yeah, what a spread. I asked one of the servers if it was alright to make myself and plate, and she told me to go right ahead. So when I was done, I found a table in the corner with just one chair, where I sat to inhale my meal and then leave. But not without saying goodbye to my mother first, of course.
"What are you doing sitting here by yourself?" I heard a voice ask from behind. I looked up to see a young local Filipino girl pull up a seat and place herself directly across the table from me. Her clothing hurt my eyes. The top she wore was a long-sleeved black and white with broad black stripes, the collar was pulled up vampire style, and she wore capris with pleated pockets. The belt she wore wrapped around her waist and then down to where it wrapped around her right thigh. Her heels were too high, and she wore her hair in a strange bob. "Didn't you hear what I said? What are you doing here sitting by yourself?"
"Eating," I replied.
"No shit," her sarcasm was cutting like she would fight me simultaneously. Then, looking at what was on my plate, she remarked, "don't they have better food than this crap?"
I ignored her and kept eating. She let out a long, bothered sigh and began tapping her fingers on the table. First, out of boredom, but now she was doing it purposefully to get my attention. "What?" I looked up at her, very irritated.
"You never answered my question," she said.
"I'm here by myself eating because I wanted to be here by myself eating before the crowd files in, and then I can't be here by myself eating like right now," my tone was even and unwavering, and I kept it that way so she would get the hint. "Anyway, are the services over in there?"
"Psssh, services," she scoffed. "It's more like bullshit; they all hater her; they should just say what's on their minds, assholes,"
"I didn't care for her myself, but if I didn't come to show respect, then my mom would be on my shit," I said. "Why are you are you here?"
"I don't have a choice either; I have to be here," she sighed. "I'd rather be anywhere else but here,"
"Go get a plate before the crowd files in," I suggested. "Otherwise, you're gonna be shit out of luck. You know what? You stay right there; I'll get your plate for you."
"Well, that's unexpectedly nice of you," more sarcasm.
"The quicker you eat, the quicker I can be alone," I smirked and went to make her a plate of food. I came back, and she was gone. So, I ate her plate of food as well. When I was done, I returned to the services to tell my mom I was leaving. I saw my mother now seated at the very back where I was. By her body language, I could tell she was over it; she was more likely ready to leave herself. I also noticed that irritating girl standing up against the wall directly behind my mother. She clutched a picture frame close to her chest, crying bitterly as if her heart had been broken. Which is understandable considering the circumstances. She went to leave and walked past me, nearly running into me if I hadn't made room for her. What caught my eye was the picture frame she held on to; in it was an old-colored photograph of a young Filipino girl in the pink of her youth, dressed exactly the way this irritating Filipino girl was dressed. Before I could comment on the weird incident, my mother grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward the front of the services.
"At least go see your aunty and pay your respects," she hissed at me.
I didn't argue; I just joined the long line of mourners and offered condolences to my cousins, Aletta's ex-husbands, and their succession of kids. Finally, we got to her casket, which housed her body. Every piece of jewelry she owned was around her fingers, wrists, neck, and ears. Her burial gown was orange chiffon with puffy laced shoulders. One couldn't see her hair too clearly because her head was overwhelmed by her large Ms. Kalihi Industrial crown from 1982. My mother shed tears and told Aletta how much she loved her. After that, there was a table next to Aletta's casket, which hosted a bunch of pictures depicting her various accomplishments, one of which happened to be the picture that I saw the irritating girl holding on to. "That's your aunty. While attending fashion design school on the mainland, she also worked full-time. That's when she was the Aletta we all loved, but little by little, after each divorce, she changed."
How do I tell my mom that the Aletta in the picture was the same person I spoke to in the lounge and that she got on my nerves? How do I tell her it was the same person I saw standing behind her, not less than a few minutes ago, clutching onto a picture of herself? And then, why appear to me of all people who didn't even want to be there? Life is so strange, and there are so many things that are not explained, mysteries that we will never understand. Like tonight.
Oct 2, 2022
Oct 1, 2022
17 Days 2022
It's no secret that I have a very well-paying job, so I can't complain about the work conditions.
Sep 30, 2022
Fox 2022
One evening, a woman leaving a cruise ship decided to take a leisure walk about the pier and eventually into downtown Honolulu.
Sep 29, 2022
Kaʻao 2022
During a time known only to those who lived in the days of our ancestors were two brothers, Kua and Hiapo.
Sep 28, 2022
Only 2022
Being the only sick kid on the small property of four houses, two toward the front of the old dirt road and two toward the back near the river, gave me a lot of time alone.
Sep 27, 2022
Tuesday 2022
What else is there to look at but blues skies, beautiful clouds, and green mountains veiled by misty rains?
Sep 26, 2022
Pani 2022
I stood back and watched my daughter kneel at her mother's grave at the Hawaiian Memorial Cemetery.
Sep 25, 2022
ʻIole 2022
As stories like these go, a group of errant teenagers pooled their Venmo money together and bought an ouija board online.
Sep 24, 2022
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Sep 14, 2022
Sep 13, 2022
Lita 2022
Forty years have passed, yet the memory of it is as fresh as it was like it happened yesterday.
Sep 12, 2022
Māhoe 2022
E-mails, text messages, and other messenger apps have been uploaded to my phone ad nauseum in the last few days.
Sep 11, 2022
Manawaʻino 2022
When she slept on her side, the curve of her body looked like the outline of the Mānoa mountains.
Sep 10, 2022
Kānewawahilani 2022
My dream revealed to me a massively wide ʻohia tree which also stood unimaginatively tall because of how it pierced the clouds.
Sep 9, 2022
Effort 2022
We worked at Coco's Coffee House back in the day when we were too young and too stupid to know better.
Sep 8, 2022
Sep 7, 2022
Hana Pa'a 2022
During the shutdown's first phase three years ago, a dear friend came down with Covid.
Sep 6, 2022
Sep 5, 2022
Sep 4, 2022
Kīlauea 2022
Filled with all signs of life, furniture, chairs, love seats, knick-knacks, and mementos, the home felt stark and void of life.
Sep 3, 2022
Sep 2, 2022
Pā 2022
Congratulations were the order of the afternoon because of Selena's accomplishment in signing twenty new clients for their unique health care products at Hololmua Mana Power Drinks within fifteen minutes.
Sep 1, 2022
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Aug 29, 2022
Aihualama 2022
The lush exuberance of lauaʻe lay across the forest floor like a finely woven makaloa.
Aug 28, 2022
Aug 27, 2022
Aupuni 10 2022
Mom was a wealth of knowledge and very worldly, which to me, as her son, seemed out of character because I had never seen that side of her.
Aug 26, 2022
Aupuni 9 2022
"We're going to talk about noho," Mom began while peeling away the shells of her boiled peanuts which she placed in a separate hand-sized bowl.
Aug 25, 2022
Aug 24, 2022
Aug 23, 2022
Aupuni 6 2022
Tonight's lesson was about making my own salt, which I had no clue that one could actually make their own salt.
Aug 22, 2022
Aug 21, 2022
Aupuni 4 2022
Yandra's support meant a lot to me.
On those nights when she couldn't be with me at mom's place, she finished up late at work and then brought dinner for the three of us, after which she would head home. Some nights, the lessons were short; others, the time would pass quickly before we realized that six hours had gone by. Yet, all that time, Yandra was there, supporting in whichever way she could without complaining. Mom always made a point to remind me how thankful I should be to Yandra. If she was asleep when I got home, I'd ensure she got coffee first thing in the morning. If she was still awake, she got a foot or shoulder massage. On her days off, she'd stay at mom's with me, just hanging out until whenever we were done. Mom didn't mind if Yandra hung out in the kitchen or living room while we worked, even though she was within hearing distance. Between the lessons, when mom or I or both of us needed a break, she would say something like, "You should marry that girl," or "If you screw up and lose Yandra, you'll never find anyone like her again. Girls like her are hard to find, you know why? Good parents, that's why."
While Mom taught me about spirits, she suddenly stopped in the middle of the lesson and looked over at where Yandra was sitting in the living room. "Yandra, you have that Zoom or Skype thing on your laptop?"
"Yes, I do, mama," she replied. "You need to talk to someone?"
"Yes," Mom replied. "I'd like to talk to your parents if it's alright? I'd like to meet them in person so that we will already be well acquainted when I finally meet them face to face."
"It's one in the morning here, so it should be about seven in Miami," Yandra said. "Those two are early risers, so they should be awake."
"What do your folks think about my son here?" My mom asked.
"Oh, they spoil him to death," Yandra laughed. "Every time he comes over, they treat him like a king; you just wouldn't believe it, mama; it's like I'm not even in the room!"
"My son doesn't take advantage of that, does he?" My mom looked at me the whole time; she said she was ready to pinch me with her fingernails if Yandra said yes.
"You would have to see it for yourself; it's like a mutual admiration society," she laughed." So they shower him with affection and food, and he's politely refusing. Yet, he'll sneak over on the weekends, mow the lawn for them, or rake the yard. It's soo funny to watch. But, wait, you'll see once they get online!"
"You weren't taking advantage, were you, Timoti?" Her one eye brown raised in my direction; mom meant business.
"No, mom, of course not," I assured her. "What's this about all of a sudden?"
"I just realized that I haven't met Yandra's mākua, and now seemed like a better time than any," she said.
"Is that it for the lesson today then?" I asked.
"Even after you leave here, the lessons never stop," she gave me this serious look. "We'll take a break; for now, I want to meet your future in-laws. I'm assuming your folks are in favor of the both of you getting married?" Mom spoke to Yandra as she walked over the where she was seated in the living room.
"It's all they ever talk about," she sighed. "You would think Timoti was their son, and I was the girlfriend from some other Cuban family,"
Yandra had mom sit in front of her laptop while she got a hold of her folks on Zoom. Once Yandra's folks popped on, she introduced them to Mom, and the lovefest began. The three of them talked for a long time. Yandra and I were busy in the kitchen, making breakfast for the three of us. Camilo and Adoncia Marin were beautiful humans who moved through life with passion and love. How could you not love them? They claimed their love for me was because they could see how much I took care of Yandra and loved her. She smiled and laughed more than she used to because up until then, her days were dark, and her heart seemed to be unmendable after being broken to pieces. Her previous boyfriend, Alejandro, was abusive to her in many ways, but there was nothing her parents could do because she wouldn't let them. One evening, I happened by the house. I parked on the street, and as I walked up the driveway, I saw Yandra's parents struggling with who could only be the infamous Alejandro. Camilo and Adoncia were between Yandra and Alejandro, trying to get him to leave; otherwise, they would have to call the police. He was cavalier and dared them to do it and spat in their face. Something in me snapped right at that moment. I would never do that to my mom or grandparents; that was just unheard of. I kept my pace, calmly walked up to them, yanked Alejandro away from Yandra's parents, scooped him up over my head, and slammed him to the ground. I did it a second time to make my point. Alejandro struggled to catch his breath; his eyes were wide and glassy, and he was in a lot of pain, but he wasn't crippled. Yandra and her parents were stunned; they had no idea what to say or do. I gave Alejandro time to get his bearings and let him get to his feet. Before he could say anything or make any threats, I kicked him in the head and knocked him on his ass for good measure. He finally got up and hobbled off without a word.
"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Marin, you were trying to save Yandra from her abusive boyfriend, and then I showed up and acted with more violence," I said. "I'm not violent, but when I saw him spit on you, I couldn't take it. I've never raised my voice to my mother or answered her back; that's just not how I was raised. This really isn't who I am, babes," I looked at Yandra, hoping she would understand. "I am sorry, I won't bother you guys again."
I remember turning to leave, walking down the driveway to the street. I remember the three of them coming after me, surrounding me with a big hug, and crying. We haven't been able to get rid of one another ever since. It warmed my heart to see that they loved mom as much as they loved me, like they'd always known one another. I was unaware that mom had had a talk with Yandra after she'd just moved here to Hawai'i permanently. She told Yandra that after her annual check-up with her physician, she was diagnosed with a rare form of cervical cancer. With chemotherapy, they could help extend her life; without it, she would have three years to live at best. After seeing what chemotherapy did to her friends who did have cancer, she opted for the three years. That's when she realized that she needed to pass on the knowledge of her grandparents to her children. The why of it wasn't important; what mattered was that they absorbed the lessons she imparted. Mom wasn't expecting half the room to walk out when she announced her reason for our meeting. She also never expected that I would be the one to want even an inkling of learning anything Hawaiian. Yet, here I was with no clue as to the actual reason for her teaching me. In hindsight, it was better that I never knew; that way, there wouldn't be any distractions. Yandra was more valuable than I knew.
Aug 20, 2022
Aupuni 3 2022
Yandra, although not a member of the family, made herself worthwhile to mom in every way she could without being too much in her hair.
Aug 19, 2022
Aupuni 2 2022
The dawn of the early morning let its rays of still-rising light bathe the living room and the kitchen. I always liked it this way. This was a quiet hour before everyone began to stir in their beds, my brothers and sisters with their kidneys filled, knowing they had to come out of the excellent dream they were caught up in so they could relieve themselves and get on with their day. My mom sat in the far left corner of the living room on her rattan rocking chair, wearing her old bowling team shirt and quilt blanket on her lap. Physically, she was staring off somewhere, but mentally, her thoughts were filled with what she had to say to us once we were all awake and sitting at the table for breakfast. I walked over and sat at her feet on the freezing concrete floor.
"Penny, for your thoughts," I said.
"Good morning," she smiled. "Your wahine must be fast asleep; won't she miss you if she finds you're gone?"
"She's fine," I assured her. "How are you?"
"I'm ok," she affected. "Can you please do me a favor, wash up and start breakfast? I'll go wake everyone up in the meantime."
While mom made her rounds, I went into the bathroom and did the routine: I washed my face, brushed my teeth, washed my hands, used the bathroom, and rewashed my hands. I woke Yandra up with warm kisses and pressed our bodies against one another. We made love quickly and promised to make it last when we were ready for bed at the end of the day. When I got to the kitchen, Mom had already fried the bacon and mixed the eggs simultaneously. I stepped in and took over for her, to which she smacked my shoulder with her koa wooden spoon and scolded me. "Go wash your face, can smell your girlfriend all over you!"
Embarrassed, I did what she commanded, and when I returned, she finally let me take over. By the time Terry and Thomas were awake, they were hungry and sitting at the table with growling tummies. My two sisters, Jana and Jen, were frying the French toast and the sausages. Yandra filled the Guava and Orange juice pitchers and had the last plates and cutlery set out. "Hello, strange person that we don't know who was not introduced to us," Terry got up, shook Yandra's hand, and hugged her. "I'm the oldest and most responsible brother," he said. "I'm Terrence, and this brooding Edwardian mess is the second oldest brother, Thomas!"
Tommy stood up long enough to say hello and hugged and kissed Yandra. "On french toast over there is the oldest sister, Janalyn, and on sausages is the youngest girl, Jenharad. It's a long story."
"We met already while going to and from the bathroom," Jana said.
"We like her," Jen agreed. "She just jumped in and started helping, didn't even have to be asked."
"Of course," Terry continued ignoring his sisters as he always did. "You already have carnal knowledge of our youngest brother Timotee or Tim as we disproportionately call him because he tends to forget common courtesies like introducing his girlfriend to his family."
"Oh, stop being such a prude, Terry," Mom scolded him. "You were the very one who couldn't stop playing with yourself all through your teen years." Oh shit! My mom outed our oldest brother as the chronic masturbator in the family! We nearly pissed our pants laughing while Terry looked at all of us with disdain.
"Hah, hah, very funny, but don't forget who had to cover for most of you when you came home drunk, Jana, and you snuck a boy into your room, Jen! That was me who took the beating for the both of you!" He reminded the two girls.
"No one's forgotten that, Terry," Jana groaned. "Because you bring it up every chance you get whenever we're together!"
"Everyone, please, if it's not too much trouble, let's take our places for breakfast," Mom stretched her hands out as she always did. This indicated that we had to pray once we were seated. With her head bowed, and her eyes closed, Mom took a deep breath, and when she exhaled, she said, "Terrence."
In protest, my brother said, "Mom,"
"This is not a request Terrence," still, with her head bowed and eyes closed, Mom wielded power.
"Kū and Hina are our family's ancestors," my brother began. "Please give us your love and compassion and protect us as we partake of this meal and offer you the essence of it; Aloha,"
With that, everyone set forth to eat their breakfast, especially Yandra. Mom liked that she wasn't shy about eating. "You marry this girl," Mom nudged me. Once breakfast was over and everything was washed and put away, we gathered in the living room and waited for Mom to join us. She took her place in her rattan rocking chair and got to it immediately. "I want to pass on and teach you, children, everything I learned from my mama and grandmother. I'd like to start as soon as Monday."
"My school schedule is full, Mom," Thomas spoke honestly. "I'm carrying a full load this semester."
We've got work, the kids, and our ungrateful husbands," Jana spoke for herself and Jen.
"I'm Mormon," Terry said. "You know I can't; I mean, it was enough that I had to do the prayer earlier,"
After that, my older siblings came up with excuses for why they had to leave suddenly. Work, family, car repairs. Anything to get themselves out of there and away from any spiritual obligations they felt mom was trying to put on them. That left me, Mom, and Yandra.
"I've got time, Ma," I told her. "I can start Monday."
...to be continued
Aug 18, 2022
Aupuni 2022
The time of my life was spent in Orlando, Florida, with a great job and even more incredible nightlife.
Aug 17, 2022
Haʻi aʻo 2022
Pōhina was worried that his acceptance letter to the school he applied to would never arrive.
Aug 16, 2022
Aug 15, 2022
Rama 2022
We all waited with bated breath in the small, cramped back room of the old house in Papakōlea.
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 13, 2022
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 11, 2022
Nalowale 2022
When my brother disappeared in Moanalua valley fifty some odd years ago, there was no fanfare on social media, no plastering of his face all over the place.
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 9, 2022
Ki'i 2022
After my tūtū wahine passed away, the arduous task of clearing her bedroom fell solely upon me, for it was stated in her will that I was the only one allowed to do so.
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 7, 2022
Friend 2022
Fried noodles today are not like the way they were made in 1975 when you were 13 years old.
Aug 6, 2022
Aug 5, 2022
Hulu 2022
Fingers pressed against the meticulously placed feathers evening them out, so they all faced the same direction.
Aug 4, 2022
Pana 2022
Awakened by the pulse and rhythm of the cadence of breathing, they stretched forth their hands and feet and tightened their muscles as much as they could bear without cramping.
Aug 3, 2022
Marks 2022
Today the ancestors made themselves known in droves, but I could only speak to three of them.
Their presence was overwhelming as they all tried to get in through the front door. They will take advantage of any opportunity to communicate their wants and needs.
Aug 2, 2022
Lana 2022
The light coming up over the horizon is a dull, muted color until the dark purples and slight oranges begin to manifest.
Aug 1, 2022
Hānau 2022
For years, I worried about the tradition of burying the afterbirth of my children in a proper location that would be our land in perpetuity.
Jul 30, 2022
Hua 2022
Melancholy nights looking up at the night sky, waiting for the Hua moon phase to slowly advance over Hanauma or Molokai.
Jul 29, 2022
Insert 2022
Surreptitious movement is advantageous if you're the only person clearing a room and you've been cut off from your insert team.
Jul 28, 2022
Ticket 2022
I've been going to carnivals all my life, from the time of the big tent shows to what passes for a festival these days.
Jul 27, 2022
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 25, 2022
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 23, 2022
Bloodlust 2022
Dressed in their finest, most expensive tuxedos, the old men watched as the new initiate received his indoctrination ceremony.
Jul 22, 2022
Jul 21, 2022
Mehameha 2022
Stark white during what I could only assume was the daytime hours, and a subtle gray represented the evening.
Jul 20, 2022
Sleepy 2022
End chairs and coffee tables flew across the living room, and the rug curled back and slid into the hallway.
Jul 19, 2022
Jul 18, 2022
Jul 17, 2022
Jul 16, 2022
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 14, 2022
Jul 13, 2022
Property 2022
The patrons at the resort eyed me closely, wondering what I, a Hawaiian man dressed in black, might have been doing sitting at a rich beachside property?
Jul 12, 2022
Jul 11, 2022
Jul 10, 2022
Jul 9, 2022
Jul 8, 2022
Jul 7, 2022
Jul 6, 2022
Kilo 2022
"The gods came from there," my grandfather pointed to the night sky while we sat on the roof of our house.
Jul 5, 2022
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 3, 2022
Jul 2, 2022
Jeshua 2022
Jeshua Faleafine was the security guard at the old grocery store on Gulick Avenue in Kalihi.
Jul 1, 2022
Shitty 2022
Even as I sit here, I question why I agreed to have dinner with a man I have nothing but contempt for, and yet here I am.
Jun 30, 2022
Irene 2022
Irene J. Foster visited me two days ago to let me know that a particular person would come forward and own up to what she wanted me to say.
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 26, 2022
Ao Holo'oko'a 2022
"In life, you should hope that you can move seamlessly from one moment to the next without pause or flaw in the process.
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 24, 2022
Wedding 2022
Wedding days are always filled with tension, panic, and pressure, just like at a funeral.
Jun 23, 2022
Dance 2022
She was so caught up in her conversation while she and her business partner took a shortcut through the Kawaiahaʻo church graveyard that she did not notice she had been walking over more than a few graves.
Jun 22, 2022
Change 2022
Twenty three years ago my friends and I were hiking the Aiea loop trail at precisely nine in the morning which is right about when the time when the place is still quiet and unbothered by tourists and the like.
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 20, 2022
Ron 2022
Believing this story is still difficult for me, even though I am a person who has had a lifelong experience with mysterious and strange things.
Jun 19, 2022
Take 2022
John Kenai, his wife Alyssa, and their daughter Kylie became houseless when their landlord decided to sell the house at the last minute.
Jun 18, 2022
Hoʻokō 2022 3
MISSIONARY MUSEUM
"Jedidiah could not come up with the money to pay for passage back to the east coast to retrieve his son and the daughter of the aliʻi ʻai moku," the museum curator said.
Jun 17, 2022
Ho'okō 2022 2
"This is not good, Jedidiah," Herman smiled as he spoke with his long-time friend so as not to give a hint of their conversation to the Hawaiian chief.
Jun 16, 2022
Ho'okō 2022 1
Jedidiah Corliss, by way of circumstance, and not by the hand of God as he would later say it was, but by happenstance, saved the life of the only child of the Aliʻi ʻai moku of Lihuʻe who was near to falling off a sheer cliff to the rocks below.
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 14, 2022
Hālua 2022
Truth. The more aquiline your features and skin tone, the more you are admired and accepted.
Jun 13, 2022
Leimaliko 2022
Hoʻoleiʻupena is the act of casting out the fishing net as you would a lei around the shoulders of a beloved person.
Jun 12, 2022
Jun 11, 2022
Moonlight 2022
No one had ever done a moonlight parade through Waikīkī. A starlight parade, yes, but not one by the full moon's light.
Jun 10, 2022
Under 2022
Missing was one sock which the partner to the only unique pair of socks I ever owned from Scotland.
Jun 9, 2022
Ka'ahele 2022
This case was not part of my wheelhouse, so to speak, so I did not understand why my presence was required in the beginning.
Jun 8, 2022
Menehune Mū 2022
"Oh, they left long, long ago," Aunty Meng reminisced. "The Menehune men started marrying Hawaiian women, and the Menehune queen did not like that.
Jun 7, 2022
Jun 6, 2022
Leiʻala 2022
A Vietnam veteran remembers the day he stepped off the plane at the old Honolulu airport. Of all places, the least location he expected to see protesters against the war was at home, at the airport. He said the air went out of him as if surviving the war in service to his country was pointless. He intimated that he felt stuck, as if there were no way to exit the airport without being confronted by one person or a group of people who were against the war. "Are you alright young man? You look troubled?" An old Hawaiian woman stood there with a ginger lei in her hand. "Where is your family? How come they're not here to greet you?"
"I'm early," the young version of himself replied. "I was looking for a payphone to call home and let my parents know I'm here."
"It must have been such a long flight," the old Hawaiian woman said as she draped her ginger lei around his shoulders. "After you call your folks, you should sit down and relax. It must have been a very long flight home, no?"
The veteran told me that he and the old Hawaiian woman sat and talked until it was time to head out to the sidewalk where his family would pick him up. "We talked about what high school I went to, the people I knew, and my mother's maiden name. Then, before I knew it, it was time go. I thanked that kupuna, and she gave me a big hug.
"Welcome home, Kawika," she said. "Aloha!" The old Hawaiian woman walked away, heading toward the gates where a group came through the terminal.
"Tūtū!" The veteran called out. "I didnʻt get your name?"
"Leiʻala," she smiled and went about her way.
"When my parents picked me up, we hugged and cried, and I finally got myself and my bags in the car; we were on the way home, and my mother noticed my ginger lei and asked me where I got the lei. I told her it was given to me by an old Hawaiian woman at the airport and that she sat with me until it was time go,"
"Did you get her name?" My mother asked.
"Leiʻala," I replied. My dadʻs station wagon came to a screeching halt. He turned around and gave me a strange look before pulling off the road.
"Leiʻala?" My dad questioned. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, dad," I replied. "Why?"
"Leiʻala was my great-grandmother," my father sat there with tears welling up. "She was hardly seen without a ginger lei; it was her favorite. Thatʻs why she was named Leiʻalaikeʻawapuhi, The fragrant ginger lei. She was welcoming you home, son."
"I was shocked, but my parents sat there for a few more minutes, crying, and knowing that with the trouble and worry I experienced at the airport, my great, great, tūtū lady came and kept me safe until it was time to go home," he shared. "True story, true story."
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17A Productions Presents
LOPAKA KAPANUI - CHICKEN SKIN GHOST STORIES
A LIVE and IN-PERSON storytelling concert at the historic Hawaii Theatre. This master storyteller is one of Hawaii’s most popular teller of tales and has been in the business of scaring people for more than 20 years. Lopaka is terrifically skilled at provoking that sudden chill going down one’s back or causing the small hairs on your arms to stand up. Chicken skin is what we call it in Hawai‘i. Others might refer to it as chills or goosebumps. Sharing real accounts of Hawaii’s supernatural culture, Lopaka often leaves audience members questioning the darkness on their drive home and anxiously leaving the light on at bedtime.
Jun 5, 2022
Pushed 2022
No longer the Sears at the mall on the Windward side of the island, it stands empty and stark.
Jun 4, 2022
Choked 2022
Choking, struggling for air, the eyes wide, the lips turning blue and foaming at the mouth.
Jun 3, 2022
Jun 2, 2022
Jun 1, 2022
Story 2022
What I heard interested my attention for less than half the time it was happening because I was busy doodling on my phone.
May 31, 2022
Lady 2022
The gulch goes through the botanical gardens and then continues to lake Wilson where many a corpse of a young able-bodied Schofield soldier has been found.
May 30, 2022
May 29, 2022
Kaomi 'Elua 2022
Everything after that was so simple; we fell into a love that was already nurtured by a long friendship, and marrying Priscilla was a no-brainer.
May 28, 2022
May 27, 2022
May 26, 2022
Lingered 2022
"Oh," the psychic shuddered as he walked into the establishment. "It's THIS place. I'd completely forgotten about it."
May 25, 2022
Lingering 2022
March 1979
Her name was Jennifer, and she'd been running the Club Miranda since nineteen seventy-six.
May 24, 2022
May 23, 2022
Lost 2022
There's no way to get lost at the Kualoa beach park, especially when you're heading out to the campgrounds.
May 22, 2022
Phillip 2022
Twenty-five cents seems like something trivial to be bullied for, but this was nineteen seventy-six.
May 21, 2022
May 20, 2022
May 19, 2022
Intrude 2022
They were armed to the teeth, but for some reason, with all the hardware they had, they came in with knives.
May 18, 2022
May 17, 2022
May 16, 2022
May 15, 2022
End 2022
Sunday, January 13, 2018, at 8:07 am, a false missile alert was sent out to the Hawaiian islands.
May 14, 2022
May 13, 2022
Malley 2022
We had to throw his clothes away and burn them and anything else he touched, stepped or slept on.
May 12, 2022
Place 2022
Of course, from a child's perspective, the house you grow up in can seem like a grand mansion.
May 11, 2022
May 10, 2022
May 9, 2022
Road 2022
My connections tell me that it's because of this built-up anger after the pandemic, this at a governor who prioritizes the people who lined his pockets rather than the voters who got him into office.
May 8, 2022
Parking Lot 2022
He's on the Young Street side of the parking lot, not trying to run away but waiting for me to catch up.
May 7, 2022
Restaurant 2022
The restaurant isn't anything special, but it's the one everyone goes to after a night of clubbing and drinking or after attending a concert.
May 6, 2022
Creepy 2022
"Pounding on the door, in the middle of the night," the woman told me after the conclusion of one of our downtown walks through an old cemetery.
May 5, 2022
Awakened 2022
This is another one of those stories where the free spirit comes into someone's life just long enough to change their mind and heart and release them from the constraints of a humdrum existence.
May 4, 2022
May 3, 2022
Waiting 2022
It's an old house sitting empty at the end of the road just before the Wiliwilinui hiking trail.
May 2, 2022
May 1, 2022
Aggressor 2022
Years ago, a fight nearly broke out at an eatery on Ke'eaumoku, particularly crowded on a late Saturday evening.
Apr 30, 2022
Sunrise 2022
It may not seem like much because of how urbanized the Kaimuki/Wai'alae/Kahala districts have become.
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 28, 2022
Apr 27, 2022
Yandy 2022
Every day, the birds flit about looking for scraps that anyone will throw at them. Yandy Kalei'iki instead throws them little diced-up
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 24, 2022
Seizure 2022
Many years ago, my cousin Caleb would have these seizures where his eye would roll over, turning pale and then blue.
Apr 23, 2022
Makaluku 2022
Have you ever had something happen to you that was so unexpected and traumatic that it changed you completely?
Apr 22, 2022
Hale Pule 2022
Although I am an atheist, and I believe I have been since the time of childhood, I can't help but miss this old church.
Apr 21, 2022
Scene 2022
Uncle Kai, the former caretaker at the oldest church in downtown Honolulu, told me about many of his late at night encounters.
Apr 20, 2022
Stew 2022
Many people, like yourselves, come forward and graciously share your ghost stories and other strange experiences with me.
Apr 19, 2022
Ho'opahulu 2022
The ones that haunt this house are like wisps of smoke that manifest to an almost solid form and fade away like memories that excite your senses but are not genuinely tangible.
Apr 18, 2022
Piholo 2022
If you locate the beach in the Hawaiian islands with the most drownings, you'll have curiosity seekers and wanna-be paranormal investigators swarming to it.
Apr 17, 2022
Loo 2022
Fucking bathrooms at the mall are specifically designed for tourists with smaller body frames so they can fit in the stall.
Apr 16, 2022
Manaʻopaʻa 2022
Manaʻopaʻa was an office on the second floor of the one twenty-five-M building on Merchant Street.
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 14, 2022
Hanaʻoʻoleʻa 2022
Tilling the land, the soil, and the earth to make way for a decent loʻi kalo to feed his family for the first season was necessary.
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 12, 2022
Mākou 2022
They donʻt hide in the shadows as weʻve expected them to, like how we see in those investigative videos on social media.
Apr 11, 2022
Disturb 2022
My stay at the Waikiki hotel was designed for me to get away for a bit from the droll humdrum everyday nothingness of life.
Apr 10, 2022
Apr 9, 2022
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 7, 2022
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 4, 2022
ʻĪkoi Kolu 2022
"Look, we're sorry ok? What we did was stupid, and yes, we were being disrespectful, and if there's any way to stop this, we're all for it," Corliss begged.
Apr 3, 2022
ʻĪkoi Lua 2022
"That's the purpose of this office, isnʻt it?" Aunty Rita asked, and of course, my uncles agreed, but the question was directed at me. "Isnʻt it Hanson?"
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 1, 2022
Mar 31, 2022
Mar 30, 2022
Asafoetida Lima 2022
Noon already; it's been two years, and it's been casually beautiful and seamless.
Mar 29, 2022
Asafoetida Quātrus 2022
"Any previous girlfriends before me?" Jenny slightly tickled me. "I'm mean, you're not a monk, and I know you've had a life up until now,"
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 27, 2022
Asafoetida Deux 2022
While Jenny worked on her porterhouse, I went across the street to see Mr. Young at the crack seed shop to see if he had any of his unique lemon peel that day.
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 25, 2022
Bridge 2022
For most people, a charitable act of kindness to a stranger is not a problem, whatever the situation may be.
Mar 24, 2022
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 22, 2022
Infamy 2022
We lived up in Aiea heights, way up. We could see everything, and it was so majestic, and it always made me know how small we were as human beings. A profound thought for someone who was all of six years of age. Our yard was filled with various plants, ferns, and particular kinds of trees because my parents, aside from their regular jobs, were practitioners of Lāʻau lapaʻau or Hawaiian medicine. They were also Kaula or what we would refer to today as prophets. They were good parents, and they both worked at the Pearl Harbor shipyard, and even as I speak of them today, tears well up with affection for them. I remember when my parents had to work on a Sunday.
My sister and I had to get up early, prepare our own breakfast, and then water the yard, the plants, ferns, and trees.
Mar 20, 2022
Palani 2022
He was standing on the corner of Alakea and Merchant with what I first thought was a cane in his hand, but no, it was a stick, for lack of a better word because I don't know the correct term for the ones that blind people use.
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 17, 2022
Ulana ʻEkolu 2022
"Pele first arrived at the island we know as Nihoa but found it was too uninhabitable for her family as no fires could be stoked with her great digging stick Paoa.
Mar 16, 2022
Mar 15, 2022
Ulana 2022
Visits to my grandparent's house required a long drive from the north shore to the back of Nu'uanu Valley, where they lived in an old southern plantation-style mansion.
Mar 14, 2022
Entity 2022
Jenny Staller, the self-proclaimed psychic-medium, alleged that this thing never had an incarnation as a human being and that, therefore, it was evil.
Mar 13, 2022
Pilikua 2022
Growing up, I recall meeting some of our other Hawaiian neighbors who were very nice people like ourselves.
Mar 12, 2022
Mar 11, 2022
Mar 10, 2022
Olonā 2022
On the way to hula practice at Moanalua gardens, I came across a Hawaiian woman in the parking lot wrapping cords of olonā on a spool.
Mar 9, 2022
Replace 2022
A former resident of Maunawili now living in Stockton, California, recounts a day in his youth when he and his brother were playing in the back of the Palapū stream one day.
Mar 8, 2022
Mar 7, 2022
Vili 2022
She showed up one day on the playground during recess; none of us in my class had ever seen her before. So when I asked her what her name was, she replied, "Vili."
Mar 6, 2022
Closet 2022
For the longest time, I've told my parents that there was something in my closet that watched me every night.
Mar 5, 2022
Mar 4, 2022
True 2022
Are we ever prepared when true love walks into our lives with no invitation, announcement, or warning?
Mar 3, 2022
Rain 2022
Rain was my happiness, my place where I could lose myself to its sound and its atmospheric aroma.
Mar 2, 2022
Buffett 2022
We didn't meet in the classical sense of a meeting; we were part of a group of friends.
Mar 1, 2022
Feb 28, 2022
Feb 27, 2022
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 25, 2022
Lākou 2022
They were a part of the beautiful silence of Māha'ulepū before too-curious tourists began to arrive.
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 23, 2022
Story 2022
Often times when one is in the presence of a master, what they impart to you is secondary to the mana they impart with the lesson.
Feb 22, 2022
Who 2022
Let me organize my thoughts so that I can clearly convey the matter of which I am about to transpose to paper, so to say.
Feb 21, 2022
Feb 20, 2022
Legend 2022
Why would you stand in front of a mirror and repeat something like bloody mary or record a video in the mirror hoping that someone else in the bathroom other than yourself would suddenly manifest?
Feb 19, 2022
Feb 18, 2022
Help 2022
Sharelle Embrocia tells me that her car ran out of gas on an unfortunate late night on that long stretch between the Waipio uka off-ramp and the one to Mililani mauka.
Feb 17, 2022
Feb 16, 2022
Sidi 2022
When we first moved into our home in Waipahu, our little corgi mix immediately took to resting and sleeping under our bed.
Feb 15, 2022
Feb 14, 2022
KEWPIE 2022
Bohemians from California are what they called themselves upon meeting people here on ʻOʻahu while making introductions.
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 12, 2022
Feb 11, 2022
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 9, 2022
Feb 8, 2022
Doula 2022
Colon cancer didn't make me cry with self-pity or make me mad because it came at an inopportune time.
Feb 7, 2022
Make'ole 2022
He achieved immortality through kūpaku, a ceremony where someone who has died has their spirit captured and put back into their body.
Feb 6, 2022
Mood 2022
Deep, low, and brooding, the cello sonata filters through the open garden of the Mānoa mansion on an early noon Sunday. The occupants are not moving about as much as they are retrieving bottles of wine to fill their glasses and other tiny morsels of food to private places on the large property where they can sit quietly with a book or a suite of music playing on their iPods. It isn't that they are anti-social; it's because it's Sunday, a day of reflection and quiet. Others are yet asleep in their beds, having turned in late the previous evening, knowing that there were no pressing matters the following day. Yet a few more are aroused to make love while still half asleep, and even then, when they've reached their crescendo, they lay languid, slowly moving out of bed. Celia Wong sits in the atrium with the cello between her legs treating the instrument as an intimate companion, knowing the right way to press the strings to the fingerboard so that it would yield forth the cries of ecstasy that would pierce the air and cause the birds high up in the trees to weep. She came every Sunday at the prick of noon, just she and her cello, walking through the seven-acre property and through the old abandoned mansion until she reached the atrium, which connected the front part of the home to the larger, more gothic second part. The atrium had otherworldly acoustics, which made the sound of her cello fill the entirety of the space. It was as if a whole new dimension came to being. Her friends warned her not to go there because of the property's reputation for being haunted. Celia paid them no mind and went anyway. The mansion burned down with all its sleeping occupants inside; they were all asleep after a large party the night before. There was liquor, weed, harder drugs, and much debauchery. When the hour approached early noon, a fire broke out and spread quickly, killing everyone inside. The ghosts that Celicia's cello brought forth might have been the manifestation of what each person intended to do the following day. Although each occupant never lived to do it, perhaps their intentions survived their physical death? It couldn't have hurt that Celia's cello music made the process easier. Strange that those apparitional spirits never bothered Celia herself? Perhaps it was because Celia was literally the instrument they could live through, if only for the length of an early Sunday noon in Mānoa.
Feb 5, 2022
Feb 4, 2022
Doors 2022
Short and to the point, thatʻs what this is so that you donʻt lose focus or get distracted.
Feb 3, 2022
Daphne 2022
She was remembered as someone who felt the world and everything contained with much too much feeling.
Feb 2, 2022
Plans 2022
John Teves was completely brokenhearted when his wife never came home one night after work.
Feb 1, 2022
Podcast 2022
Today I sat for a podcast that featured haunted places and people in specific locales in Hawai'i.
Jan 31, 2022
Papa 2022
Papa was the one who woke up before sunrise and made sure that he got our uncles to work on time.
Jan 30, 2022
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 28, 2022
Corey 2022
A bottle of whiskey and sleeping tablets were found near his head while he lay on bunched-up wrinkled sheets.
Jan 27, 2022
Adele 2022
It was the monthly meet-up at the ancient Hawaiian site, where volunteers from the community came armed with weed whackers, sheers, and various other gardening tools.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 24, 2022
Trigger 2022
The letter must have been up in our previously unknown attic for years before it was discovered.
Jan 23, 2022
Simon 2022
During my childhood, when there were no tangible explanations for human behavior to cast a light upon someone's nefarious interactions or lack thereof, a Chinese neighbor of ours, Simon Wong, appeared friendly enough because of how he always smiled and laughed in his conversations.
Jan 22, 2022
Dallas 2022
We were worried about Dallas because we felt that he was channeling some sort of abuse from his home life through the drawings he created during coloring time.
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 19, 2022
Return To The Ouija 2022
You work at your job for too long, you get comfortable, and eventually, your professionalism becomes relaxed.
Jan 18, 2022
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 16, 2022
Jan 15, 2022
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 13, 2022
Restroom 2022
Shopping malls are always crowded as a standard unwritten rule or maybe by an official rule.
Jan 12, 2022
Jan 11, 2022
Metal 2022
Leather chaps, boots, and metal band shirts while you wore a cool leather jacket with long or short tassels.
Jan 10, 2022
Lord Of The Manor 2022
We were a big family, which meant seven families in one large two-story home. In each room lived a family of three of four.
Jan 9, 2022
Signs 2022
Lydia Maynard's Hawai'i Kai home showed all the signs of being actively occupied by spirits.
Jan 8, 2022
Bounce 2022
The security guard at the all-girls school said that there were many nights when he heard the sound of several basketballs dribbling (bouncing) inside the school gym.
Jan 7, 2022
Pali Ghost Story 2022
It was March 1980. My friends and I decided it was the perfect time to cut school. Ted took his father's Ford Galaxy, which he used every day for school, and met Shaun Taketa and me in front of the old Diner's drive-in. Together, we went to Pearl City high school, where Ted parked down the road and basically kidnapped his girlfriend Tracy right out of her home economics class. It was then that we took out all the burgers, fries, and drinks and enjoyed our morning meal while on the way to the Pali lookout. It was eleven 'o clock when we got there. The second we parked, Ted and Tracy began making out. Shaun and I excused ourselves and went walking toward the lookout. That's when we saw the lower path, which leads further down, so we decided to follow it, just to see how far it went. The 'awapuhi plants were in full bloom at almost seven feet tall, and the fragrance filled the air. The winds were strong, and the further we walked, we were able to look over the edge and saw the road coming out of the tunnel below. We realized well after that at eleven 'o clock in the morning, the area should have been filled with loads of tourists crowding the lookout and walking down this same path, but there was no one there. That's when we heard it, the voice of a girl our age calling out Shaun's name. "Shaun? Shaun? Shaun?" Then the voice went crazy. It began shouting his name in rapid succession. "Shaunshaunshaunshaunshaunshaun!"
"Did you hear that?" We said simultaneously.
There was dead silence all of a sudden; all the noise was gone. Then we heard the girl's voice say, "Lopaka." How did a disembodied voice know our names? Shaun football tackled me out of the way and knocked me to the ground, and took off running. I was too scared to be hurt, even though I was scraped up and bleeding. I got up and ran after him, and when I caught up to him, we got into a big fight. Ted saw it and had to come and break us up. Needless to say, on the way home, Shaun and I didn't say a word to each other. That was in 1980 March. I wouldn't speak to Shaun or see him again until March 2006, nearly twenty-six years later. I got a call one afternoon while I was at home, ironing some of my clothes. The caller ID said, "UNKNOWN." I answered it, and the voice on the other side said, "This is Shaun Taketa," It took me a second, but when I realized who it was, I said, "Dude! Where have you been? I tried contacting you years ago, but you just fell off the map! So what's up, man?"
"Take this address down," he monotoned. "Meet me tomorrow at noon," then he hung up.
The address was for a second house on the corner of Pupukupa street in Waipahu. The original house is no longer there today; it's been replaced by one of those two-story matchbox houses with the year-round Christmas decorations. I was there the following day at the specified time, and Shaun was sitting inside an enclosed patio. I walked, and Shaun turned the interior neon lights on. He didn't bother getting up to offer me a 'hey have you been, long time no see?' Instead, he gestured to a chair not too far from where he sat. I pulled it up to get closer to him, and he didn't appear to be bothered by it. "You remember that day we went to the Pali and walked down that empty road?" He asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Remember how we heard the voice call my name, and then it called your name?" He looked at me now for some kind of confirmation.
"Yes," I answered. "I remember."
"And I knocked you down and ran away, you remember that?" He was pressing now.
"YES!" I was irritated now with all the questions and no acknowledgment of our past as high school classmates and friends. "What is this all about, Shaun?"
"You never wondered why I knocked you down?" His tone softened.
"All the time," my tone matched his now.
"When the voice called your name, a Hawaiian girl appeared from behind you with pale skin and long black hair," he was going over the details so he wouldn't miss anything. "She didn't have any clothes on, and her hands were on your shoulder. She was looking at you like a meal. She looked at me, and her eyes rolled over black, and a black forked tongue came out of her mouth. At the moment, I thought to myself, who's life is more worthless?"
"Worthless?" That was an odd thing for him to say. "What do you mean worthless?"
"Was it you? You, with your failing grades and your father forcing you to get an after-school job? Or was it me? Was I the worthless one because of how my parents abused me and forced me to watch them do it to my younger brother? It was me, worthless and no good. So when I pushed you out of the way, the spirit of the Hawaiian girl jumped on me, and she's been with me ever since."
"What?" This was what he brought me here for? To tell me this far-fetched story?
The entire week after we went to the pali, that Hawaiian girl's spirit would appear outside my bedroom window, knocking on the glass, again and again. Every time I'd open the window, she would point at the screen. She wanted me to let her in, and I always shook my head and said no. Finally, at the end of the week, when she appeared outside my window, demanding to be let in, and I refused her again. She took her finger and rubbed it across the screen. Slowly, the hook that held the screen to the window sill came undone, and she pulled the screen back and climbed in. That's the last thing I remember. I haven't been the same since." I needed a second or more to take in everything he said. I got a really good look at Shaun, and I don't know how I missed it. If what he told me was true, this thing with the Hawaiian girl's ghost or spirit really screwed his life up. It showed on his face. "Why tell me now after all these years?" I asked him.
"Do you see how well lit this patio is?" Shaun asked me without answering my question.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"But do you see that corner behind me to the right? How it's dark even though there's a light shining on it?" He pointed his thumb in that direction.
"Yeah, that is strange," I replied. "What is that?"
"That's her," he said. "She's still with me. She never left. You see, you've changed. You're not the same person you were back in high school, especially since that day. Me? I'm still Shaun Taketa from March 1980. She won't let me be anything but that." Shaun put his head down so he could hide his face from me. I guess he didn't want me to see him crying. He waved goodbye and gestured for me to leave. I was half unsure at first, but with that dark lingering presence in the corner, I didn't want to stay any longer than I had to. Walking out on the street and heading to my car down the block, the atmosphere and the weather outside were the complete opposite of what was happening in Shaun's house. Two different worlds and measures of time existed side by side. I never heard from Shaun again. Ten years later, in 2016, I drove by the house, but it was gone. With the new house standing on top of the foundation of what was once Shaun Taketa's boyhood domicile, I couldn't help but wonder if the spirit or ghost of the Hawaiian girl from the Pali went with Shaun or if she decided to stay where she was? Hawai'i is a small community. If anything, word will get around, and we'll know either way.
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