Hawaiian Ghost Stories


Most people call them goose bumps, but in Hawaii, when you feel the presence of a ghost, or you are affected by a spooky story, we call it "chicken skin" . This is the sensation where you feel the hair rising on the back of your neck, your eyes get big, and your heartbeat races. There are many ghost stories from Hawaii which may give you "chicken skin".

One of the best ghost story tellers in Hawaii was Glen Grant. He just died in 2003, but had become very popular for his stories. He had a store in Mo'ili'ili called The Haunt where he became a giant in talking story about obake (telling tales about ghosts) These are some of the ghost stories that were shared by Glen Grant in his Chicken Skin Tales . Hope you enjoy this one.

There was a light rain falling over the back of Manoa Valley the evening in 1970 that John Murakawa answered the persistent call of his dog to go for its usual night-time stroll.

Since his house is located near the Chinese cemetery in the back of the valley, he usually took Kipo down past the old graveyard before circling home. Clutching his umbrella in one hand and the tugging leash in the other, John was pulled by his dog into the unpleasant, damp darkness of the Manoa night.

At the corner near the west side of the graveyard, Kipo stopped to "do his business" along the curb. On the other side of the cemetery wall was an area of graves known as the "baby" section. These graves were reserved for infants about six years of age and younger. In Chinese tradition, it is believed that these young spirits need each other's companionship in the other world. A stroll through the "baby" section of the Chinese cemetery is a sad and poignant experience at any time of day. In the late evening, when the rain is falling to the light cry of the wind, this area can be downright chilling.

At first John thought that the cries he heard coming from the graveyard was the valley wind blowing through the trees. But the persistent sobbing became more human as he realized that these sounds came from a child - a child who was in the cemetery. Peering over the wall, he was somewhat relieved to see that indeed a little girl, only six or seven years of age was inside the cemetery, huddled under a tree behind one of the tombs seeking shelter. She was getting soaking wet in the rains that blow down the valley.

"What are you doing in there?" he asked her. In the faint light from the street lamp, he could see that she was a small Asian girl with long black hair. Her simple aloha-print school dress was soaking wet as was her light blue sweater.

"Where do you live?" he called to her. She didn't answer but continued crying. She was obviously frightened and apparently lost. John assured her that he wasn't going to hurt her. He only wanted to help her. When he walked over toward her, Kipo suddenly started barking and pulling away on the leash. John lost his grip on the wet leather as the terrified animal ran off, making a bee-line for home.

"What are you doing out here at night, little girl?" he asked kindly as he leaned down, putting his jacket over her wet body. She was trembling in the cold, damp night. "Won't you tell me your name?"

"Eily," she said between sobs, "Eily Kang. I live at 3578 Gulick Ave. I'm five years old." John thought how cutely she had recited her name, address and age as if she had practiced it for adults.

"Well, Eily Kang," John said cheerfully, "why don't we get you to some place that is dry! You are going to catch your death of cold out here."

The rain had let up as the two of them walked out of the graveyard, hand in hand for the stroll back to his home. Along the way he asked her what she had been doing out there in the graveyard at night. Eily explained that earlier that afternoon she had been visiting her cousin in Manoa. The cousin had invited Eily to join her friends in a game of hide-and-go-seek. Eily had run into the cemetery to hide, but nobody had come to find her. Even after sunset, she stayed in her hiding place until finally it started to rain. Then she got frightened, but she couldn't remember where her cousin lived. So she hid near the tomb under the protection of the tree.

When John got back to his home, he gave Eily a towel to dry off with as he had his wife look up the Kang family listing in the telephone book. Her parents must be frantic, he thought, looking for their daughter. There were over 100 Kangs in the directory, but none of them on Gulick. The simple solution, of course, was simply to drive her home. Meantime Kipo, the dog, was hiding under the bed.

Eily Kang finished her glass of milk and then got into the back seat of John's car where she curled up under a warm blanket. In a short time, John was slowly cruising down Bulick Ave. looking for the address which the little girl had so proudly given him back in the cemetery. As he pulled into the driveway of the home, he remarked to himself how quiet and dark the house seemed. He had expected police cars and a set of very anxious parents frantically looking for their missing daughter. Maybe Eily Kang had given him the wrong address.

Leaving her behind sleeping soundly in the back seat, John went to the front door of the modest Kalihi home. It was after 11:00 pm when he knocked loudly on the door. A light in the back of the house turned on and a few moments later a man's voice spoke from behind the door.

"Who is it?"

"I'm sorry to bother you," John said, "but does Eily Kang live here?"

"What?" asked the voice behind the door. "What are you talking about?" The porch light turned on suddenly as the door creaked open a few inches and an elderly man peered out at John.

"Hi. My name is John Murakawa. I live in Manoa Valley, and tonight I found a lost little girl in our neighborhood. She gave us this address. Her name is Eily Kang."

"Is this a joke?" the man asked. He was joined by his wife who was talking excitedly in the background.

"No, not at all. Do you know her? Do you know Eily Kang?"

"Yes, She's our daughter. But you couldn't have found her in Manoa."

"Well, I did," insisted John. "She's in the back seat of my car right now."

"Our daughter died thirty years ago," the wife now blurted out. "I don't think this is funny at all."

"What?" John asked, puzzled. "Died thirty years ago? Then who's in my car?"

When John brought the parents out to the car to meet the little girl named Eily Kang whom he had found in the Chinese cemetery of Manoa, the mysterious child had vanished from the back seat as had the blanket in which she had been wrapped. It took some serious explaining to the angry couple to convince them that he was not playing some malicious trick. He told them in detail how he had found the wet and frightened child in the cemetery.

"Our Eily is buried in the Manoa graveyard," the mother said quietly. Tears started flowing down her cheeks.

It was after midnight when John and the Kang family gathered at the site in the Chinese cemetery where he had met the little lost girl. The tomb she had been hiding behind was about thirty feet from the place where a child named Eily Kang had been buried on April 3, 1939. The air was now crisp as a half-moon peeked out behind a few passing clouds. The elderly couple were praying and placing an offering of candy on their long departed child's grave and weeping in remembrance of a life that had been cut far too short. How empty their lives had been without Eily, their only child who did not grow up into adolescence, who did not attend college and marry that handsome young man and given them grandchildren to comfort them in the twilight of their lives.

Could it have really been the child from the grave who had been in his car? She had been so real? John felt more puzzled and skeptical than disturbed by the events of the evening. He felt uncomfortable in the presence of the grieving parents so he stepped away to be alone with his own thoughts. The Manoa wind now picked up as he pulled his jacket closer around him to fight the chill. It was then that it caught his eye, an unusual object laying on the grass not three feet behind the tomb of "Eily Kang".

His neatly folded blanket was resting there among the graves of the dead.

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elayne001 3 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

@ Say Yes To Life - not sure I know that one - please share with me - perhaps you can write it up as a hub. Mahalo!


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elayne001 3 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

@ Say Yes To Life - not sure I know that one - please share with me - perhaps you can write it up as a hub. Mahalo!


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Say Yes To Life 3 years ago from Big Island of Hawaii

Wow! Cryptic! Ever heard the one about Madame Pele rescuing two drunken drivers cruising along the Sandy Beach area?


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GetitScene 4 years ago from The High Seas

Nicely written.


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elayne001 4 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

That is one way of looking at it, sarmack. Glad you liked it, and I appreciate your dropping by. Aloha!


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sarmack 4 years ago from Washington

This sounded like a story of Healing, to me! It was a wonderful story. TY!


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elayne001 4 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Maybe you will see her before you know melaninikawai! Happy holidays!


melaninikawai 4 years ago

wow that was such a good book im really curious and i really want to see her


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Thank you cheerfulnuts. Glad you enjoyed it. I like your Hubname.


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cheerfulnuts 5 years ago from Manila, Philippines

Beautifully written. A vote up!


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Thanks jg555 - good luck with your story and have fun.


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jg555 5 years ago from New York

That was a good story. I recently wrote the beginning to a story and more will be coming soon. Anyone who wants to check it out should.


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Thanks sachin. I appreciate your comments.


sachin dubey 5 years ago

yes I enjoyed it


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Glad you enjoyed it spongebob_22. Perhaps I will add some more Hawaiian Ghost Stories.


spongebob_22 5 years ago

wow' i do hope to read some more!


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Thanks Docmo for your encouraging words. Glad you enjoyed it.


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Docmo 5 years ago from UK

Really enjoyed this story.. sad and poignant yet spooky. very well narrated I must say, the writing is crisp, simple and a really good atmosphere using language that is evocative. thanks for sharing!


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

You are welcome Just Ask Susan. Glad you enjoyed it!


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Just Ask Susan 5 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Have always loved a great ghost story and this one gave me chicken skin. Thanks for writing this!


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Glad you enjoyed it 6hotfingers3. Thanks for your comments.


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6hotfingers3 5 years ago

Thank you for that beautiful and sad story. It was refreshing to read and it kept me on the edge of my seat. You could make your entire hub site be on these stories you heard. Very interesting.


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Glad you stopped by transcriptionven. Thanks for reading and commenting.


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Thanks pmccray - I missed you! Glad you liked it.


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pmccray 5 years ago from Utah

elayne001- great ghost story. Marked awesome, and shared.


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

That is spooky! Thanks for sharing that ghost story Anne. I appreciate your comments.


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Anne Scullard 5 years ago from South Africa

Hi there.

Love a good ghost story. Made me think about one here in South Africa. It is about a girl who died, i cannot remember the circumstances, but she used to hike on one of our national roads and many people has picked her up, through the years. She would vanish after a couple of miles. Then about a year or so ago her fiancé, at that time, died and nobody has ever seen her since.


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

I am good rabiemahamad. Glad that you enjoyed it. Peace.


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rabiemahamad 5 years ago

hi dear how are you

Thank you I liked your great work


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Thank you Amie. Glad that you liked it. I love ghost stories too, as you can tell.


Amie Warren 5 years ago

Beautifully told. I love ghost stories myself.


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Thanks Sage. Good to have a little scare from time to time, right?


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Sage Williams 5 years ago

elayne001 - Well you have certainly captured my attention on this Halloween Ghost Story. You did an amazing job.

I see that you have written another story and I will definitely get back to reading it soon.

Sage


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Same here, Dave - and they seem to pop into your head at the weirdest times, right? You are right about certain songs, too.

@LianaK - Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for your comments.


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LianaK 5 years ago

Wow! Great story. Fun Halloween stories! :)


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Dave Mathews 5 years ago from NORTH YORK,ONTARIO,CANADA

For me it doesn't necessarily take something scary or evil or spooky to give me this feeling. I can feel this even in some songs.

Brother Dave.


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

You are welcome Hello, hello, hope you enjoyed it.


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Hello, hello, 5 years ago from London, UK

Thank you for your lovely story.


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Glad you like it GALAXY 59. Chicken skin, yeah!

@Wife Who Saves: Thanks so much for reading and commenting.

@bayoulady: That's fine. October is a good time for spooky stories. Thanks.


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bayoulady 5 years ago from Northern Louisiana,USA

I was going to say the same thing Galaxy 59 said. Spooky!


Wife Who Saves 5 years ago

Great ghost story, voted up.


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GALAXY 59 5 years ago from United Kingdom

Oh that is such a great story, a good one to tell on Halloween. It gave me chicken skin too. I do love a good ghost story. Great hub, voted up as I enjoyed it so much.


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elayne001 5 years ago from Rocky Mountains Author

Thanks Cassie Ann. At least she was a friendly spirit - sometimes they are not so nice.

@Dahoglund - I guess some spirits like to remind us they were around so we don't forget them like dashingclaire suggested. Thanks dashingclaire. Glad you liked it.


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dashingclaire 5 years ago from United States

I've read a few stories such as the one dahoglund described in song. It seems like the person/ghost just wants to be remembered and/or get home. Good story!


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dahoglund 5 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

good story.There is a very similar story in country music titled"driving Mary Home" in which the narrator picks up a little girl wandering on the highway and brings her to her parents home. When he gets there the girl is gone and th parents tell her that he is on of several people who have driven Mary home on what turned out to be her birthday.


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Cassie Ann 5 years ago

I love reading ghost stories. This one did indeed give me "chick skin".

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