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Haunted Hawaii - Spirits of the Pacific
Haunted Hawaii ~ The Magic, the Spirits, the Legends and the Hauntings
Hawaii is a land rich in magic, spirits, legends, and hauntings.
From the sightings of Madame Pele, the Hawaiian Fire Goddess; to the Menehunes working by the light of the moon; from the Night Marchers of the Ali'i guard to the restless spirits of modern day murders; the spirit world is alive and well everywhere in Hawaii.
The hauntings of Hawaii are found on every island, and every island has their own personal ghost stories. Spirits are seen roaming the land on every island and every ethnicity has their own legends and names for spirits.
This lens will take you to the magical, spiritual, and haunted realms of the Hawaiian Islands. Ghost stories, Hawaiian lore, and spiritual encounters are an almost common natural occurrence in Haunted Hawaii and sure to give you "chicken skin"..
Hawaiian Chant to Bless You All
The Aumakua is the Source of All
The Aumakua is the source of all. "In the beginning was the spirit. We came from that spirit. It is our source."
In ancient times and to this day, the Aumakua is prayed to for help, health, and forgiveness, much as a Christian would pray to Jesus. There is no Aumakua without a family, and no family without an Aumakua.
The Aumakua is the source, and the spirit that is a part of each of us. The Aumakua is there with us at our birth, at our death and with us throughout our history on the planet, guiding us even after death.
Leina ka 'Uhane at Kaena Point
The uhane is the Hawaiian word for soul or spirit.
It is the belief that at night the uhane leaves the body to travel (uhane hele) the outer realms in search of knowledge, experience, or adventure. The uhane only re-enters the body upon waking.
The Tibetan Buddhists call it astral traveling.
The Hawaiians believe that when your physical body dies, the uhane travels to the leina, which is where the spirits leap from this world to the nether world. Two such portals are at Waipio Valley on the Big Island and Kaena Point on Oahu.
It is believed that sometimes the uhane lose their way, for whatever reason, and remain bound to earth to wander endlessly, unless a kahuna (Hawaiian high priest) can bless them and show them the way they must go.
Makua Valley - Kaena Point, Oahu
Many people over the years have seen the dancing orbs of light that sometimes float over the heiau (ancient Hawaiian temple) in Waianae at night, making their way to Kaena Point only to disappear.
Over the years many have watched the bobbing orbs of light dance from Waianai to Kaena Point.....
I have seen them myself.
Often the orbs have been reported to have a greenish-blue tint and other times they have been reported as a glowing bright white orb.
Sometimes they are seen dancing and bobbing across the mountain range and then as if frightened, just disappear.
Other times they are seen to be making what appears to be a determined and steady trek from the Heiau in Waianae to Kaena Point.....
and then disappear.
Because it is believed that Kaena Point is one of the portals for the spirits to cross over to the nether world, it is also believed that what is actually being seen is the soul arriving at the Heiau for blessing, before it travels to Kaena Point for it's leap into the next life.
Have a look at the video below that was recorded on a cell phone camera, then.....
By the way, these orbs have been seen for years - way before we as human entities had the technology to create these lights to shine and dance around the mountain range of Kaena Point, Hawaii.
Makua Valley Ghost Orb - Waianai Oahu
"I was working between the months of November and December of 2006 when I filmed a section of land where I was doing bomb disposal. Later when I reviewed the footage on my cell phone I noticed that I had a white/silver orb floating above a heaiu or sacred churchlike area. " - Kamakaniolu
"That is definitely not fake. Growing up down that side of the island (Waianae) we always heard old stories that spirits cross over from Kaena Point which is right down the road from Makua Valley where this video was captured. I'm surprised that there is a video actually showing this; however, I am not surprised that this incident happened so close to Kaena Point." - Kelii808
Madame Pele - The Goddess of Volcanoes and Fire
There are many legends and stories about the power and wrath of our Goddess, Madame Pele.
Most Hawaiians have had at least one sighting of her in their lifetime and many have had more.
I myself have seen her twice, and have felt her presence more times than I can count. Once I saw her at the volcano during the 1959 eruption, and another time, in 1974, I picked her up hitchhiking in Puna on the Big Island of Hawaii.
Pele is a shape changer and will appear in any shape she chooses, but seems to favor some more than others.
It is common to see her dancing and swirling in the fires and smoke of the active volcano with her long black hair rhythmically keeping time with her movements, dancing and swirling away from her body as she twists and turns in the fire flames and smoke.
Often she will be seen as a medium sized white dog wandering alone on a moonless night. Some say when she is spotted in the shape of the white dog it is a sign of a death in the ohana (family).
Pele is often seen as an old hag, bent-over with age, with bits of lava rock and ash clinging to her long, salt and peppered gray hair. She has also been seen as a beautiful young Hawaiian woman, with gorgeous long, blue-black hair flowing down past her waist.
Madame Pele's attire have included old raggedy clothes, muu-muus, holokus and peareus in white, red or black. The pareau being wrapped and tied in the Hawaiian tradition.
She has also been seen as a young haole woman with fair skin, long blonde hair wearing a red close fitting dress.
People must have respect for Madame Pele, her ways and her aina. (land).
The is a legend that rocks must not be taken from the volcano area. If the rocks are taken away from the area, or from anywhere on the islands, back to the mainland, only hard luck will befall these people until the rocks have been returned to their rightful place.
There is life and there is death in the rocks.
Thousands of rocks and black sand are returned every year with notes as to the exact location they should be replaced.
People send letters telling horrific stories as to the bad luck which has befallen them since leaving Hawaii.
Volcano House - Home to Legendary Uncle George
Often Uncle George could be seen in his rocking chair either at the rim of the caldera, or at the back of the Volcano House, communicating with Madame Pele.
More Tales of Madam Pele
On the day before the 1959 eruption, I went with my mother to visit Uncle George, the then owner of the legendary and infamous Volcano House.
Uncle George was known to be in communication with Madame Pele. He took a ho`okupu (an offering wrapped in ti leaf) and a bottle of whiskey, to the rim of the Halemaumau Crater, where Pele resides on the Big Island of Hawaii.
When he returned to the Volcano House to meet my Mother and me for lunch, Uncle George told us he had spoken to Auntie Pele and that the volcano would erupt around 10:00 P.M. that night.
That was the 1959 Kilauea Volcanic Eruption. There has never been another eruption quite like it.
View from Back of Volcano House
Pele: The Fire Goddess - by Hawaiian Legend Kamokila Campbell
This is a Story My Uncle Told Me as a Little Girl ~ Many, Many Years Ago.
Many, many years ago an old hag, with gnarled hands and body, having unkempt, ratty looking, long gray hair with bits of a`a (lava rock) tangled in it, had arrived at the door of a very small hut in the Punalu'u district of the Big Island of Hawai'i.
She came to the hut begging for food. The little hut was the home of a poor couple that didn't have much, but the couple was willing to share the little fish and poi that they had with the old, and gnarled stranger.
As the old hag ate her fish and poi, she told the couple that she had been turned away by the two wealthy homes that were neighboring the small farm on each side.
The old woman said that she had tried the big houses first because they looked like they had enough to share with a poor old woman.
She told the couple that because of their kindness by taking in a stranger, they would always be protected and never have to fear the flow of the volcano. The old woman then asked for a drink of water, saying her throat was very parched.
The couple went outside to draw fresh, cool water from the spring, to give to the old hag. When they returned with their calabash full of water, they discovered the old woman was gone.
The next day, the volcano erupted, and the flow of the lava was fast and swift. As the flow coming down the sides of the mountain reached the little hut, it divided, sparing the home of the couple who had been so kind to feed the old woman.
As the lava flowed around and past the little hut it completely covered all of the land and the two large homes on both sides.
Always remember when someone in need ask for food, the right thing to do is to give it to them.
I was on my way back home to Kona from a luau (party) in the Puna district of the Big Island, when I saw a beautiful Hawaiian woman about my age, hitchhiking.
I thought, how odd for her to be out alone so late at night on this desolate road...something bad must have happened to her.
I pulled over to pick her up and thought she must have been at another party, as she was dressed in a white pareau and was wearing a beautiful haku leipo'o (braided head lei) of lehua blossom and ama'u fern.
When she got into the passenger seat of my car I asked her if she was alright and she smiled sweetly and said that she was fine. I sensed that she didn't want to talk, so I decided to keep quite once I found out where she was going.
We hadn't gone very far, perhaps a little less than a mile or so, but I knew there would not be many more homes until we got closer to Kalapana as we were heading to the Volcano area.
I asked her if she needed to go to Kona with me or if she was only going as far as Kalapana. She answered by lightly putting her hand on my right arm and said, "You are in danger, stop here."
I immediately pulled off the road on to the shoulder, and as I did so, a cane truck, loaded to the hilt with sugar cane, came barreling over the crest and down the hill at high speed. My eyes must have been as big as saucers as I watched the driver trying to maneuver the truck to slow it down on this narrow road.
As this huge loaded truck went barreling down by me what I suddenly realized was if I have been there, in the middle of this narrow road, it would have crashed right into me, head on.
I looked over to my passenger to ask her how she knew and to thank her for saving our lives, but no one was there.
She was gone.
The only thing left was part of a lehua blossom sitting in a puddle of water on the passenger seat.
At that point I was so shaken I couldn't drive. I got out of the car and walked back to the luau to stay for the night.
The Old Woman in White at Kilauea
When visiting Hawai'i, you will often hear stories of people meeting an old woman in white at Kilauea.
She is believed to be Pele revealing herself in yet another form. Sometimes she is spotted with a white dog, and at other times only the white dog is seen, which is another of Pele's forms.
Sometimes the old woman will be hitchhiking, like my encounter with the young version of Pele, and sometimes she will just be walking long side of the road.
Some have seen her at the edge of the caldera with her arms stretching out to the sky, and others have seen her as the old hag like in the story of the hag begging for food.
If you ever have an encounter with Auntie Pele, no matter what form she chooses to show herself, always give her what she ask for and she will protect you. Turn her down and Auwe! I hate to think of what will happen to you from Pele's scorn.
Remember to NEVER take any rocks from the Volcano area or any sand from the black sand beaches. Hard luck will follow you where ever you go!
You have been warned!
Mackenzie State Park Haunting
Palani Road, Kailua-Kona on the Big Island of Hawaii
There is a story of a woman who, sometime in the 1950s, was driving up Palani Road from Kailua-Kona village.
It was a rainy, moonless night and the roads were very slick. One curve is particularly bad. as you come around it, the road almost hairpins to the left. There is a huge tree there, but I can't remember what kind, It might be a monkey pod.
Anyway, as the legend goes, the woman was very upset because she caught her lover with another woman. She was crying and speeding up the road when her car slid out of control and hit the tree on a corner head on.
Ever since then, there have been a multitude of accidents - all of the drivers that have run into the exact same spot on the tree have claimed to have seen a woman, soaking wet and crying, standing in the middle of the road. The drivers claim that while trying to avoid her, they crashed into the tree.
Some thought they were seeing Madame Pele, standing with her long black hair whipping in the wind and the rain, while others claimed to have seen a blonde haole woman, soaking wet and crying.
It is a wonder that the tree is still standing for the number of times it has been bashed.
Rival Kings, Epic Battles and Ghostly Dogs in Kona, Hawaii
The Phantom WWII Soldier and More...
Sightings in Hawi on the Big Island of Hawaii
North Kohala Coast
These are some of the strange and chicken skin things to have happened in Hawi on the Big Island of Hawaii in the not so distant past.
I do not remember where these stories came from (they are not mine). If you are the one that sent them to me, I apologize for losing your information. Please let me know who you are so that I can give you credit for them!
The phantom of a man in a WWII soldier's outfit is often seen standing at the water 's edge of Alanahihi Point gazing out to sea. It doesn't matter what people may say, if they run into this spirit, this ghost is without doubt, a terrifying apparition and is one that you do not want to run into on a dark night!
A woman with a spear sticking out of her head is frequently noticed in Kamehameha Park late in the night trying to say something. One thing is guaranteed, this is a bad ghost that you shouldn't go looking for.
A partially transparent man clothed as a sea captain of a ship often frightens folks when he is seen leaning against a street lamp in Hawi. Many people say that this particular ghost is the ghost of a sea captain that was murdered while on land while his ship was docked in Hawi.
Laupahoehoe's Haunted Train Museum
Laupahoehoe Train Museum on the Island of Hawaii
The Laupahoehoe Train Museum is located on the Hamakua Coast on the northeast side of the Big Island of Hawaii.
Before this structure became a museum it was originally the home of the Laupahoehoe Train's conductor. In the museum are many amazing old photos showing ghostly figures believed to be the ghosts of railroad construction workers and people who perished in the giant tsunami of 1946. There is even a photograph of the deceased conductor's deceased son's spirit.
Incidentally, these photos were taken prior to a time of having the technology to be able to manipulate film. Film manipulation and film double exposure processing had not yet been invented.
When the tsunami hit on 1 April 1946 at 7:00 AM, many people hearing the news of the three towering tidal waves wiping out the town thought it was an April Fools joke.
But it wasn't.
The 3 simultaneous waves which crashed over the Laupahoehoe peninsula, and over this small shipping town, killed many local residents including 23 students and four teachers. Most of the bodies were never found, assumed to be taken out to sea. Only 2 children and one teacher survived. A monument was erected on what use to be the school yard on Laupahohoe Point.
Laupahoehoe Train Museum Hauntings
The Night Marchers
Huaka'i po - The Night Marchers
Hawaii Night Marchers
There are many stories of the Night Marchers. In a little while I will tell you my story.
The huaka'i po (night marchers) are the spirits of the ancient Ali'i (royalty) guards and warriors. They are only seen on ancient, sacred paths where the Ali'i and Kahunas (high priest) walked in life or on battlegrounds were warriors have fallen.
Prior to viewing the procession, you can see the light of the torches glowing in the distance and hear the beating of the drums and the voices chanting in Hawai'ian. Sometimes you can hear the trumpet shell sound off.
In life of ancient times, it was kapu (forbidden) for a maka'ainana (commoner) to cross the path of or to even fall in the shadow of the Ali'i. It was instant death for anyone who mistakenly broke this kapu.
As in life, so it is in death. If a commoner gets in the way of the huaka'i po, they will surely die at the hands of the spirit guards. Some say that if you look a night marcher straight in the eye, you will disappear, never to be seen again.
If you should ever encounter a night marcher procession, you should immediately get out of the way of the path and prostate yourself by lying down flat on the ground on your stomach, with your head face down to avoid eye contact.
Moanalua Gardens in the Kamananui Valley, and the old Pali lookout on Oahu, are two of the many places the Night Marchers have been seen, time and time again.
When I Was a Young Girl
When I was a young girl, I was staying with some family friends at their home in the mountains of the Ka'a'awa Valley, not too far from an ancient burial grounds.
It was about midnight when I heard a trumpet shell blow and then the drums and the chanting. I woke my friend and we went outside to see what was going on. Everyone else was sleeping, and I remember thinking , "How can they sleep through this?"
Once outside we followed the path through the jungle towards the chanting. We could see the glow of the torches through the trees of the dense vegetation. The drums and the chanting were getting louder and the torches were getting closer to the spot on the trail that we were standing.
My friend turned and ran away in fear, and as I turned to follow her, my foot caught in a tree root, tripping me and I went down to my knees in the mud, unable to get untangled from the tree root.
The drums were so loud that I thought they were inside my head and my heart was pounding so hard I didn't know if it was my heart or the drums and I couldn't get loose to run.
Suddenly, I was picked up from behind and flung like a sack of potatoes off the trail and into the jungle. I lifted my head out of the muddy leaves where I had landed and watched as the procession of guards and Ali'i marched past.
As the procession marched down the trail moving past the house, one by one they vanished into thin air, and the sounds of the drums and the voices faded away.
I will never forget as long as I live, the sight of the regalia, the beauty of those huge men, as they seemed to be close to 7 feet tall, the human smells of the ancients as they passed by, and the sight of their vanishing as if they had never come.
I get chicken skin again every time I retell this story.
Years later, a Kahuna (spiritual teacher or Hawaiian priest), Sam Lono, said that I had been protected by one of the ancient guards either because he was an ancestor to my family or because I was an innocent child.
Years Later in Kalaoa on the Big Island of Hawaii
Years later when my children were young, we were living on their father's family land in the mountains of Kalaoa, on the Big Island of Hawai'i.
The house was situated right next to a "Hawaiian Trail". Often at night (usually on a night of no moon) we would hear the sounds of the marchers feet; the voices speaking Hawaiian; the sounds of the drums and the trumpet shell as they made their way down the mountain trail.
Sometimes they were so close to the house the walls would vibrate from the stamping of the marching feet as they marched by and we could smell the smoke from the torches they carried. I would sooth my children's fears by telling them it was just their ancestors marching down the mountain.
My children's father is a pure blood Hawaiian and comes from an ancient line of warriors and Kahunas. Family members who had lived in the house before us had warned me before moving in to stay inside when we heard them coming down the mountain trail.
We of course heeded their advice, and never ventured out at night, when we'd hear the beginning sounds of the trumpet shells echoing off in the distance, up the mountain trail.
Night Marchers of Waipio Valey on the Big Island of Hawaii
More Tales of the Night Marchers - Night Marchers of Hawaii
Many have experienced the Night Marchers of Hawaii. Are the real? You decide.
- Traditional Hawaiian Tales - Oahu
Photographs and text are excerpted from Exploring Lost Hawaii: Places of Power, History, Mystery & Magic
- Night Marchers
Dayle's recount of his experience with the Night Marchers
- BBC on the Night Marchers
A recount very similar to my own.
- Honolulu Star Bulletine Newspaper Features - The Night Marchers
In a remote corner of the Big Island, near where the road ends and legends begin, Blake and Brent Cousins of Honokaa have created the nightmare of their dreams.
- Night Marchers of the Pali
Submitted from: Alex Tumolva, Pali, Hawaii, USA
Hawaii Night Marchers
Scene of King Kamehameha I's Battlefield at the Pali Cliffs
The Spirits of the 1795 Battle of Nu'uanu
There are those that say that the spirit orbs, and other spirit manifestations, seen and heard here at this spot are the spirits of the dead ancient warriors that fought here in the Battle of Nu'uanu.
This battle was fought in May of 1795 and was a key battle in the final days of King Kamehameha I's wars to unify the Hawaiian Islands.
It is known in Hawaiian as Kaleleka'anae, which means "the leaping mullet", and references the large amount of Hawaiian warriors (over 400 of the Oahu warriors) that were either driven or jumped off the 1000-foot drop over the edge of the Pali cliffs.
Some say they can still hear the screams of the men falling to their death. Others say they hear the sounds of the battle being fought.
The Old Pali Road
On Oahu, many, many years ago, when I was a very little girl, my family and I were coming home from a luau (party) at my Uncle's house in Kaneohe.
In those days the freeways hadn't been built yet and the only way to get across the mountains was over the Pali Road. We were headed to Kaimuki to drop off my other uncle before going home to Kahala.
Now it is called the "Old" Pali Road and is closed off to traffic.
We had a bunch of luau food packed up in the car to bring home, including kalua pig.
We were on our way down the road heading into town and the car stalled. My father got out and checked everything and everything seemed to be alright, but the car still wouldn't start.
My uncle who was riding with us, finally said to get rid of the pork.
My sister set the package of pork outside the car. My father turned the key and the car started right up. My uncle jumped out of the car, grabbed the package of pork, jumped back in the car, my father let off on the brake, accelerated and the car stalled again.
Once again my uncle put the pork out of the car. My father started up the car, my uncle jumped out, grabbed the pork and away we went .....
Only about 1 foot and the car stalled and died again.
After several more attempts at failing to get the car moving to bring home the kalua pig, we finally just left it.
The car then started right up and we were able to drive off without a problem. So we went home without it. Auwe! We were sick that we had to leave all of that food, but .....
no can help. If the spirits says no, then no it is.
The Old Pali Road as It Was Then
This is how the Old Pali Road looked in those days before the current freeways were built. You can imagine how spooky it was at night as the only lighting was from the car headlights or the light of the moon and stars!
Urban Legend of Morgan's Corner
Morgan's Corner #1
Morgan's Corner is on of the most well known ghost stories of Oahu.
The real oddity is that there are two Morgan's Corners and two separate stories, and both places are very scary.
The first one is at a hairpin turn on the Nu`uanu Pali Drive (near the Morgan estate).
According to local legend, one night in late summer, a young couple drove to the corner to make out. The boy was in the driver's seat and the girl was in the passenger's seat.
That night, the weather was rainy and humid. They had parked under a gigantic tree so that the car would be a little more sheltered from the rain. It was already 11 pm when they arrived. They had made out for a while and decided that it was getting late and they had better head back home.
When the boy tried to start the car, it wouldn't start. He went outside to check the engine but couldn't find anything wrong.
He decided that he should walk into town and ask for help at the nearest gas station. He told the girl to wait in the car for him with the doors locked and that he would be back as soon as he could.
After waiting for a while, the girl fell asleep. A few times during the night she awoke to the sound of rain dripping and tree branches scraping on the roof of the car. She thought nothing of it other than wondering when her boyfriend would return as she fell back to sleep.
She didn't wake again until the next morning when she heard someone knocking on the car window. Two policemen motioned her to get out of the car. As she did, they grabbed her and rushed her to their patrol car, keeping her head from turning back to the boyfriend's car.
Once in the patrol car she turned around to look, only to be horrified.
It was not the rain coming down on the car she had heard the night before, but the blood of her boyfriend who had been hung above the car.
His wrists had been sliced and his body gutted from head to groin, like a pig for a luau. What she had thought were branches scraping on the roof of the car were the fingers of her boyfriend blowing in the wind. His ankles had been tied to the large branch that stood over the car.
Legend has it that if you hug the trunk of the tree, on which he was hung, at midnight and look up, you will be unable to let go, and you will see the boyfriend's face looking down at you from the treetops.
The Tree Branch Where the Boy was Found Hanging
Morgan's Corner #2
The second Morgan's Corner is at another hairpin turn at the end of the Old Pali Road on the windward side.
As the story goes, a widow by the name of Theresa Wilder from the Morgan's Estate, had been missing for several days and by the time they found her, it was too late.
She had been raped, murdered and hung on the tree at the end of the road. Her head had severed itself from her body, leaving her head hanging by the rope alone. Her head and her body were never re-attached at burial leaving her to forever roam the Nuuanu Pali Drive.
It is said that fireballs can be seen behind boulders here, and it is also said that if you sit under the tree and look up you will see a girl hanging from the branches.
If you're in a car you are able to see a big black figure sitting on the tree above you. You are advised ~ NOT to get out of your car.
Even though the road has been closed for years you can still get there on a bike or walk.
The “tree” is at the trail head to the Judd Memorial trail that leads to the Jackass Ginger waterfall. It’s just a short distance away from Mrs. Wilder’s old residence.
The Honolulu Magazine published a special report on Morgan's Corner after this lens was created. Under the copyright laws I do not have permission to show you the videos here.
You may read the entire article and watch both videos at the Honolulu Magazine website. I do heartily encourage you to read the material and watch both videos to the end.
One thing that I have personally learned is that spirits appear when they want to appear ~ NOT when you want them to.....
Morgan's Corner History
Let's Take a Break for Some Ghostly Humor
Let's break the spooky tension with a funny video recorded in Hawaiian Pidgin English by an old local comedian named Rap Reiplinger.
James Kawika Piimauna Reiplinger was a Hawaiian comedian, whose humor is an integral part of Hawaii today. After attending Punahou School, he began performing professionally. He passed away 19 January 1984.
Lopaka Kapanui, a ghost story teller who leads ghost tours in Hawaii, says "Having good intentions and a positive attitude can get you far -- or at least keep you out of trouble -- when dealing with any spirits one might encounter on his tours"
"When I go to any site on my tour I always say a chant to acknowledge the spirits with respect. After all, they've been here long before us," Lopeka says.
"I always treat them with dignity. That means letting them know my intentions, that we mean no harm and that when my work is done, we'll leave quietly.".
You can read more about the master of Hawaii ghost stories by going to this article that was featured in the Hawaii Star Bulletin by Joleen Oshiro.
Lopaka Kapanui - Protégé of Ghost Story Teller Glen Grant
Haunted Hawaiian Nights
Storyteller Lopaka Kapanui, an apprentice of the late Glen Grant, continues his legacy with this collection of tales of both ancient and modern Hawai'i.
This book captures a part of Hawaiian life rarely advertised or seen.
These tales of Hawai'i were told to the author over many years by everyday people. They teach us that there is much in life that cannot be explained.....
Oahu Ghost Tour Experience
Letter from a Tourist
First of all, I want to give a huge mahalo to Thaniel Dugan for sending me his story in an email.
He is someone who certainly got his money's worth when he took the Orb Tour on the Oahu Ghost Tour! The following are his experiences as he related them to me.
Honolulu Ghost Tour by Thaniel Dugan and Edited by June Parker (KonaGirl)
On a visit to Oahu with my family, we booked a Ghost Tour drive. The tour stopped at five places and these are my experiences:
First Stop Pali Lookout
1. The first stop was at the Pali Lookout overlooking Nu'uanu Valley and the Ko'olau Mountain range. It kinda overlooked the valley on an old road above the highway that went through the mountain.
The guide told us stories about how during WW2 a bomber (I think he said it was a B2) crashed, and the bodies of the two pilots were never found. He claimed that people often spotted what they thought to be their spirits.
The tour guide also told us about other legends including the night marchers. As he was talking about people being lured off the side of the trail to their death, I lost my focus on what he was saying and trailed off because of the feeling I had of being watched.
Anyway, while I was at that stop, four significant things happened to me there.
First, it was a windless night when we arrived, but when we got to where our tour was supposed to begin, this extremely strong wind came out of nowhere. I could barely hear the guide, and it was strong enough to push me almost off my feet, I weighed about 175 lbs at the time, if that helps show how strong it was.....and it felt like something was telling us to leave.
(Editors note: These high, strong winds at the Pali Lookout are famous and are a frequent occurrence. They are so strong they make it impossible to jump off the cliff to one's death while they are blowing. The force of the winds will hold a 200-pound man up against the sheer cliff walls.)
The second thing happened while we were walking. At the closest peak of the mountain, I suddenly felt like something was glaring at me, and I saw, as plain as day, a shadowed figure of a soldier wearing a full visor pilot helmet.
The third and last part of this stop was the creepiest of the whole trip.
Next to the entrance of the disintegrating ruin wall of the Old Pali Road, I saw a shadow of a person walking back behind me where we had just been. I figured it was somebody from our group, but I knew something or someone was there because I could feel their presence.
I took my camera and took a picture. the red light and the flash reflected back to me as if there was a wall or a mirror there, but the area was completely empty. When I got back to the bus, everyone was already at the bus waiting for me. We were the only people there, so what I saw and felt was not coming from any of my fellow passengers on the tour.
Second Stop Heiau
2. The second stop is hard to explain, but I will do my best. There was this huge mound of rocks, that supposedly the Menehune brought there. These rocks were supposedly brought all the way from the ocean on foot by the hands of these legendary little people.
The land was sacred and supposedly protected by the spirits of the Menehune. There was a kind of river going around it with a small old bridge, no longer than 6 feet, a coconut tree, and I think the guide said something about a tower that used to be there. We were forbidden to cross the bridge. I took two pictures of orbs while I was standing there.
(Editor's Note: I believe Thaniel is referring to an ancient Hawai'ian heiau [temple]. It would be kapu (off limits) to cross over to this protected area if it is an ancient burial ground. It could be either Ulupo Heiau or Makapuu Heiau. Both of these heiaus are known for their frequency of orbs showing themselves.)
Something weird happened to me while I there. Every time I went near that bridge (I would be just one step away from being able to step on it), I got so dizzy I felt like I wouldn't be able to stand.
Then suddenly, an image of two shadowy muscular figures appeared standing on the bridge. They looked like what I would imagine Hawai'ian warriors would look like. They appeared to be guarding the bridge. Each time, as soon as I stepped away from the bridge, I was fine again.
Judd Memorial Trail at Morgan's Corner
Lopaka Kapanui, Hawaiian Ghost Story author, once again offers a spine-tingling collection of ghost stories sure to give you "chicken skin." Again, these stories were passed on to the author by everyday people in the Hawaiian Islands, just like me, and he re-tells them, unembellished, in his own distinct Hawaiian Pidgen talk-story style.
Third Stop Morgans Corner
3. The third stop was at Morgans Corner. The guide told us the story of the two murders and a suicide, then took us to a small clearing next to the road.
The whole time, even before he told the story, I felt threatened. I felt more scared than I have been in years.
I felt so threatened in fact, that I felt that if I were to get too far away from the rest of the passengers, if I was left alone for just a second, something was going to try to murder me.
I kept seeing the image of the freshman girl who was murdered with a jump rope, in my head, as if she was watching me, and projecting her murder scene into my head. I felt like I was being watched from two different spots in the clearing.
It felt like someone's eyes were boring into me, yet when I turned around I couldn't see anything unusual. When we finally left the area I felt like the girl with the jump rope was again watching from the back of the road as we drove away.
Fourth Stop Night Marcher Trail and Haunted Spirit Tree
4. The fourth stop made me feel a lot more peaceful. It was a trail we were told is one of the known Night Marcher trails where the night marchers are often seen. We were taken to an old tree that supposedly had a spirit in it.
I don't know what it was about that tree but, when I touched it I felt warmth in it. It gave me the feeling that a child gets when he is safe and secure with his mother. It was like being next to your mother's warmth, feeling completely at peace.
When leaving the tree, I still felt like something was watching me way off on the other side of the trail, but I still felt completely safe, unlike at the other stops.
One girl in our group had an app on her iPhone that was supposed to detect words and spirits or ghosts, and it picked up a dot right in the center of our group and came up with the words "billy" and "cut" and something else that meant something to the girl with the app.
Last Stop Manoa Chinese Cemetery
5. The last stop was at the Manoa Chinese Cemetery. The guide told us there are plants on some of the graves to keep the spirits grounded. Here we were told a legend about a huge tree at the top of the hill.
Supposedly, this tree was planted under a portal connected to the other side. This tree was a single tree, but it looked like it was five separate trees.
(Editor's Note: There are several of these portals in the islands that we Hawai'ians believe are portals for spirits to travel to their next incarnation.)
The tree grew up and around intersecting and connecting.
At the top of this was a big 3D oval shape. Inside of the oval-ish spot, the tree was singed, as if a fireball had landed and ignited there, but nowhere else.
We were told to stand in the center of the space and think of a loved one who passed away. We were told to concentrate, and see if we could feel them. One girl said she felt it in her shoulders.
Someone took a picture and captured on the screen a huge white fogyish glare on it that had come out of nowhere. It seemed to vanish as soon as it appeared. It was only viewed on the camera. We couldn't see it anywhere else.
I then thought of my dad, who had passed away just a year before. I believe I felt what was him attempting to hold onto my hand. I'm still a little skeptical if it was him or just my arm starting to get numb, but its nice to think it was him if anything, trying to contact me.
Then the tour was over and we were taken back to our hotels.
What Do You Think of Thaniels Story?
Is Thaniel Dugan a natural born sensitive that was able to see, hear and feel the supernatural spirits in Hawaii? If he isn't, why would the ancient Hawaiians show themselves to him?
Perhaps he is just a young man susceptible to the power of suggestion?
What do you think?
Did Thaniel really feel and see these ancient spirits or did he imagine them?
Lopaka's Ghost Child Story
Legend of the Obaki Seen at the Waialae Drive-in
The Old Waialae Drive-In on Oahu
The Woman with No Face
During the 1950s and 1960s, I was going to school on Oahu. I believe that it was 1959 when the first sightings occurred.
On Friday nights all of us kids would go to the Waialae Drive-in to hang out and watch the movies. It wasn't very expensive then, but you know kids... we would all pile into the cars with a few stuck in the trunk as you only paid per car, if I remember correctly, and we would party at the drive-in.
This one Friday night, we were all outside of our cars partying. My girlfriend Karen, had to use the lua (restroom).
When she came back she was white as a ghost herself. She told us that she was looking in the mirror combing her hair when she saw in the reflection behind her, half of a woman.
She described her as having a body from the waist up, wearing a black dress, and combing her long red hair. The thing that was even odder.... she described the woman as not having a face.
Karen claimed that when she turned around, there was no one there. She would not go back into that lua (restroom) again. Everyone was laughing and telling Karen that she had too much beer and was seeing things.
A week later on the front page of the Honolulu Star Bulletin was a story just like the one that Karen had told us. The article told how there had been significant reportings of the same story. T
here was also a picture published, of an artist sketch from the description given by one of the people that had seen the faceless woman. The sketch look exactly as Karen had described her, but the woman had black hair instead of red hair.
In one version of the story, a girl left her car and went into the restroom around midnight to put on fresh lipstick (just like Karen). In the mirror she saw a figure behind her with long hair and no face. She saw that the figure had no legs, only half a body. When the girl turned around, there was nobody behind her. The door slammed shut and locked as the poor girl screamed and fainted.
In another version the woman went to the restroom. As she entered, she noticed the place was occupied by another woman who was standing in front of the mirror combing her long, beautiful hair. The first woman came closer and spoke. The second woman turned slightly. She had no face. The first woman was so frightened she ended up in the hospital with a breakdown.
Others have claimed to hear pounding on bathroom stall doors and seeing her come through the old wooden doors combing her long black hair.
The Waialae Drive-In had originally been built on part of an old cemetery across from the Kahala Mall, however, at the time I remember reading in the newspaper article, that the owner of the drive-in denied it.
The Waialae Drive-In was torn down in 1984 and a storage building was erected on the same site. An upscale subdivision has been built behind where it once was.
There are some that say the spirit is a mujina spirit. A mujina is a Japanese spirit that is often seen in Japan in the women restrooms.
Recently I read where a tourist had the very same sighting experience in the ladies restroom across the street at the Kahala Mall.
The Waialae Drive Inn is Now Closed Down
Home of the reported faceless ghost hanging in the ladie's room, the Waialae Drive Inn is now just a virtual "ghost town". Believe what you may.
Honolulu State Capital Ghost Story
Capital Ghost Stories 2009 by Mahealani
This story dates back to late Spring of 1982, shortly after the statue of Queen Liliuokalani was erected at the Capital Mall.
The Queen faces the State Capital and looks out through the rotunda and toward Beretania Street. The story was told to a current capital staffer, who said that the source wishes to remain anonymous.
This incident happened to a woman who worked for a Neighbor Island lawmaker who has since passed away.
Early one evening, she was returning to the Capital from a fundraiser at Saint Andrew's Priory. She crossed South Beretania Street by the Richards Street light. She was walking to meet her boyfriend who was waiting to pick her up, parked in the drive-through fronting the Father Damien statue.
As she was walking along Beretania toward the parked vehicle, she saw a tall Hawaiian woman dressed in a dark colored muumuu out of the corner of her eye.
The woman was in the distance and to her right side, walking atop the concrete wall bordering the makai (towards the ocean) side of the Capitol and the reflecting pool. The staff person is of Hawaiian ancestry, and her first thought was that it looked like the Queen, but she dismissed it.
Suddenly, the figure of the Hawaiian woman turned to face mauka (toward the mountain), stepped off the concrete wall and walked across the surface of the water.
The woman staffer felt a chill shooting through her body and ran to her boyfriend's car. "Let's go!" she shouted to her stunned boyfriend and closed her eyes as they drove off along South Beretania Street to their apartment in Liliha.
She was so shaken, she never told her co-workers in the capitol. But she did tell her grandmother, who was also Hawaiian and a member of Kawaiahao Church.
At the end of her story, she asked her grandmother what was the significance of the Queen walking across the pond.
The grandmother smiled and said that the queen was probably tired of standing on her platform, wanted to walk and take a look around her new home, and to cool her feet in the pool of water. "Wouldn't you?" she asked her granddaughter.
Thanks goes to Mahealani for submitting this story from the "Hawaii House Blog: Ghost Stories from the Hawaii Capital
Wilson Tunnel Hauntings
Construction of Wilson Tunnel on Oahu
The construction of the tunnels while building Hawaiian freeway, Hwy-1 on Oahu started in 1953.
The construction was slow going because the construction worker's were continually finding skeletal remains of ancient Hawaiian warriors and having encounters with ghostly figures of the Hawaiian warriors while the tunnels were being built.
When these encounters would happen all of the worker's would walk off the job and not come back.
Strange, unexplained accidents kept happening that put more fear into the construction workers.
The construction company was continually having to find new workers who didn't have Hawaiian ancestry to finally get the construction completed. It took 7 seven years to finally complete. Wilson Tunnel was finally finished in 1960.
You will often hear tales from people who live on Oahu, that to this day, the cries and chants of ancient warriors can still be heard while driving through the tunnels at night.
When old human bones were discovered, the workers refused to dig and would again walk off the job. At least five men lost their lives in the building of the tunnels.
Legend of Waimea Falls
Waimea Falls on the North Shore of the Island of Oahu
When we were children we would visit Waimea Falls on the north shore of Oahu, to swim and dive off the cliffs of the falls, into the lagoon below.
In those days, the only way in was to hike or ride in on horseback or donkey. We never thought much of it. It was a beautiful and fun place to go.
Over the years, there were many accidents, of people diving off the falls and meeting with fatal accidents. Some broke their necks on the rocks and some drowned. The thing that was very odd was that all of the fatalities were American or European sailors.
As kids we chalked it up to "dumb haoles" that either didn't know how to dive or didn't know how to swim, and should never have gone into the cliffs to dive in the first place.
What we couldn't ever figure out was how come it was always haole sailors and how did they break their necks on the rocks when the rocks were so far away from the center of the pool?
Haunted Maui - Iao Valley
The Entrance to Iao Valley State Park - The Parking Lot
Iao Valley ~ So Beautiful by Day - Yet So Treacherous By Night
Wahi Pana O Na Ali'i
Iao Valley on the Island of Maui
Iao Valley, located up past Kahului and Wailuku, is considered to be the second wettest place on earth, second only to Mount Waialeale in Kauai. A stream cut valley, it is also the home of the bloodiest ancient battle on the island of Maui.
In 1790 Chief Kamehameha, unifier of all Hawaiian islands, defeated Maui chief King Kalanikupule in the Battle of Kepaniwai. The battle was said to be so bloody that dead bodies blocked Iao Stream, earning the battles' name Kepaniwai, or "damming of the waters".
Another greatly important factor of Iao Valley is that there are Hawaiian ali'i (royalty) buried throughout the valley, making it kapu (forbidden) for any outsiders to hike on the valley floor.
There are many strange stories of this area. Some have seen the night marchers, others have seen lone men running with torches, others report seeing fireballs and red eyes in the dark. I myself have been witness to the red eyes more than once.
The most common complaints are about hearing the sounds of battle and the cries of death during the cover of darkness.
Warrior Spirits of Iao Valley are Never at Rest
by Nichole Hynson
The warrior spirits from the battles of Iao Valley in ancient Hawaii are still not at rest. I received an email from a young woman from Maui who was kind enough to relate two of her haunted experiences on the island of Maui. This first experience happen to Nicole's husband late one night by the gates of Iao Valley. Here is her story.....
My husband and I are high school sweethearts. We were born and raised on the island of Maui. Neither of us come from Hawaiian ancestry, but we both lived there all our lives. My husband is three years my senior, so while we were dating in high school, I had a curfew, but he was able to stay out late with his friends and go home whenever he pleased.
One night in particular, before we were married, I was at home and we were texting each other back and forth while I was in bed. He told me he was going to Iao Valley with a friend. I told him it was a bad idea to "hang out" there.
I was terrified of that place and didn't want him to annoy any spirits. He ignored me and went anyway. Later on that evening, I received a call from his friend, Brandon, who he had gone with to the valley. I answered and Brandon was frantically trying to tell me that something was wrong with Travis. I told him to calm down and tell me what was happening.
In that instant, I could hear Travis choking, coughing, and desperately trying to breathe in the background. I got scared and angry all at once. I immediately thought they were trying to play some kind of sick practical joke on me; even though deep inside I knew that from the sound of it, it wasn't a joke. It wasn't like Travis to play practical jokes; it wasn't in his nature.
I then told Brandon to cut it out and that it wasn't funny. He swore they weren't messing around and that Travis was being overpowered by some kind of choking spirit. The phone cut out.
I tried to call Travis back. He didn't answer any of my calls and I was getting frantic. I didn't know whether to call the police or wake up my parents. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Travis. I immediately demanded to know what happened. At first he didn't want to talk about it, but after I persisted, he relived the story for me...
He said that they arrived at Iao Valley, and were just hanging out at the entrance gate. Travis said he was sitting on the tailgate of his truck, and Brandon was on the ground in front of him.
Suddenly, Travis said something caught his eye in the distance. He saw a shadow run across the road. At that moment, he said Brandon's eye widened. (Later, we found out he'd heard a voice tell him to "GET OUT OF HERE!" )
Travis looked up again, and another shadow ran to the middle of the road, (he didn't know if it was the same one or not).
He said the shadow looked like a warrior in a loincloth. Then, the shadow looked right at him, and charged in his direction. He said the warrior jumped on top of him and started to choke him. Brandon saw nothing but Travis fall onto his back gasping for air. The tailgate cut up his leg from all of his thrashing.
Some women that were in a nearby car saw the commotion and came to come help, but there was nothing they could do. None of them could see anything other than Travis thrashing about and clawing at his neck.
They eventually called the police. The police came to investigate and ended up sending everyone home. They were sure to tell everyone present that Iao Valley is not the place to loiter at night - it's too dangerous. Then again, I think they all already knew that.
Travis, to this day, refuses to talk about the occurrence again; and has never gone back to Iao Valley at night.
As told to me by Nichole Hynson
Leaving Kepaniwai Park at Iao Valley
There have been numerous reports about an occurrence that happens to them as they are leaving Kepaniwai Park at Iao Valley.
About 50 yards before coming to the stop sign, their car will be carried forward, after you have braked to a stop. This is suppose to be the effects of the spirits!
It is a visual effect. The scenery makes it appear that you are driving uphill when in fact the road is actually sloping down, however there are many stories from this area.
Hawaiian Folk Tales (Forgotten Books) - by Thomas G. Thrum
These books by Thomas G. Thrum include stories by many writers,and were first published in 1907. It was his desire to aide in the preservation of the ancient lore of Hawaii.
Many of the folk tales and articles included in this book are from rare and obscure, hard to find or out of print books.
"All were written in the late 19th or early 20th century, and are mostly based on first-hand oral traditions. Of interest to most readers will be the tales of the Menehune, Maui and Pele. The Menehune are the 'little people' of Hawaii, who resemble in some aspects the fairies of Europe. The Menehune are credited with numerous earth-works such as fish ponds and stone platforms."
Haunted Maui Theater
Iao Theater in Makawao, Wailuku, Maui
The Iao Theater in Wailuku has had numerous reports of haunted dressing rooms....voices are heard having conversations, with no one there; doors open and close; different fragrances and aromas will waft through the dressing rooms; material items will be seen moving by themselves; and they have experienced an unexplained "choking feeling", especially backstage.
"There's two [ghosts] that I know of for sure. There may be more, but for sure two", according to Louis Fernandez III, the manager of the theater.
Fernandez said on numerous occasions he's seen a dark black figure walking down the ramp towards the women's restroom. He said others have seen the apparition on the platform area that divides the audience into upper and lower halves.
"I have actually searched the theater thinking that someone was in here with me, but no one was there," he said. "The other ghost is a little more curious. He likes to hang out near the stage." Fernandez said he feels this way because there have been times when a mic on stage that is "off" will suddenly show sound input on the boards.
Activity seems to surge late at night after performances. "I think they enjoy the stuff that we do," he said. "They don't bother us and we don't bother them. I think they like it here."
Photo of Spirit in the Iao Theater - Is it real? You decide.
Evil Spirit or Lonesome Ghost in Kula, Maui?
As Told to Me by Nicole Hynson
"To this day, I'm still a little unclear as to what or who it was, but I'm sure there was some kind of entity in my bedroom", says Nicole as she begins to relate her story to me.
I had move in with my elderly aunt while my husband was away at training camp at the start of his military career. My aunt's husband had recently passed away, and I was deemed the family member to keep her company until she was able to care for herself. I stayed in my deceased uncle's old room.
I was in a very dark place emotionally because I didn't know how to deal with the separation from my husband, nor did my aunt and I get along very well. I was young and extremely bored without my husband.
I tried to cover as many shifts at work as I was allowed, to keep my mind occupied, and when I wasn't working, I was working out at the gym. When I was done with that, I'd drive around the island. I turned up my music and just drove. Yes, it was a waste of gas, but I sure learned some back roads that I never knew about before.
One night in particular, I was driving up Omaopio Road on my way up to Kula. I took a twisted turn, and all of a sudden, my windshield wipers started going off. I didn't accidentally hit them. I am sure of that.
I pulled over to the side of the road, and they suddenly stopped. I decided then to turn around and go home.
I figured whatever it was that started my wipers didn't want me going any further up this road. I returned to my aunt's home in Happy Valley, and climbed into bed and went to sleep.
Later on, I was awakened by a feeling. I felt like someone was standing over my bed. I felt this someone climb in and wrap its arms around my body. It didn't feel like a real person, but it was definitely in bed with me.
My eyes must have been bugging out of their sockets. I was completely freaked out, so naturally I tried to get out of bed to leave my room. The minute the entity felt me move, it held on harder. And harder. And the harder I fought it, the harder it held.
I was unable to call out for help. It somehow blocked my vocal chords. I started to cry and pray. I prayed to the Heavenly Father to protect me and I used the Lord's name to cast out the spirit. I prayed for it to leave me alone.
It left for the night, but many subsequent nights afterward, I felt it come back. It got to the point where I didn't want to go home. I spent many nights sleeping over at my friend's houses.
One day, I was napping at my aunts, and I heard someone open my door. I turned to see if it was my aunt, and a cat ran across my legs on my bed. I sat up and looked for the cat, but it wasn't there. Nor did anyone open my door. It was closed. And my aunt doesn't own a cat.
I moved out of the house and moved back in with my parents. My husband came home for pre-deployment leave, and I got pregnant with our first daughter. Through the family coconut wireless, I heard that another woman had moved into my aunt's spare room, but she only stayed there for a week. She never told anyone why she left.
Mahalo nui loa to Nichole Hynson for sharing her terrifying experiences.
This is a well-researched, eminently readable book... Glenn Grant's Obake Files will forever be in my book collection. I was always a fan of ghost/spooky stories since childhood and the collection of the stories presented in this book captures every spooky feeling I've felt. He is a master storyteller.
Caution: Spirit Crossing
by Lynn Cook
The student voices are timid and low. They almost whisper "E Laka e, pupu weuweu e Laka e, o Laka...Laka of the wildwood." Their kumu hula (dance teacher) commands, "Stand up! Take a big breath. Now let me HEAR you!"
Larger than life in his massive signature green lei po'o (head lei), renowned Hawaiian hula and chant master Charles Kaupu is leading the group of visitors in a chant. They are asking the favors of the goddess Laka. They are experiencing the ancient art of Hawaiian chant as they stand on the beach at the base of a giant black rock in Kaanapali, Maui.
The group is gathered near Puu Kekaa, Black Rock. From a hotel lobby they rode the elevator to the beach level. There the kumu tells the story of the great Maui chief, Kahekili who excelled in the game of lele kawa, leaping 300 feet from the rock cliff into the ocean.
That never-equaled feat isn't left to the imagination. Every evening, at sunset, a resort diver makes a graceful leap into the ocean to honor the diving prowess of the great chief.
"The spirits are always present," kumu says, adding, "This very hotel once needed my help." The elevator - yes, the same one they just used - was constantly stopping, trapping people inside. Maintenance took it apart, repaired it. It stopped again. In a last-ditch effort before a total replacement, the management called the kumu. After a few minutes with the uncooperative equipment, he knew the problem.
The elevator was in the direct route of a path used by the ancient peoples to reach the place of Leina Ka Uhane, where the spirits leave for the next world. Moving the elevator was not possible. The kumu offered up chants as hookupu, (gifts) and "respectfully requested" that the spirits travel a different route. "One week later," he says with a confident shrug, "no more pilikia, no more trouble."
To read more of this article visit the Time Machine by Lynn Cook
Hawaii Ghost Stories - by the late Glen Grant
I was born and raised in Hawaii and have had many experiences with Hawaiian spirits while growing up, some of which I am revealing here. I have heard just as many stories as those I have experienced, which makes Glen's and Lopaka's stories that much more dear. The experiences and the stories were very scary as a kid and still gives me "chicken skin" to this day when I write or read about them.
The late Glen Grant was well-known in the islands as a storyteller, folklorist, historian and author. For nearly twenty-five years he collected ghost stories which he shared in public talks, community programs, ghost tours and theater programs. In 1989 he was the recipient of the Tusitala Award by the Storytelling Association of Hawai'i,
The White Lady on Maui
Crying in the Night at Mokapu
The Haunting of the Babies at Mokapu
This story is courtesy of Excaliburhope
Iused to live in Hawaii for about 9 months and I hear many stories about haunting that take place there. Everything from Night Marchers (the ancestral dead) that walk the island to ghosts in the Pali. I had some strange experience while I was there and I would like to share one with you.
In 2004, there was a girl I really liked. One night I summed up the courage to ask her on a date. We went to a restaurant, drank some wine, and at about 11pm we decided to go to a beach called Mokapu, which is near Honolulu.
It was really dark and there was hardly anyone out. We talked about each others lives and experiences and we laid down and listened to the ocean for a few hours.
At about 2am strange things started happening. Me and the girl I was with felt our hands being touched by something small. We thought it was miniature crabs, but when we looked, there was nothing there.
The moon was full that night so you could see a lot of stuff, but we saw no crabs. Then the weirdest sound was heard by both of us. It sounded like a baby crying. Keep in mind it was 2am and no one was around. The nearest house is about 5 miles away.
We kept on hearing the crying. We both thought that it was a cat crying or something else, but when we looked in the direction of the crying, there was no cat to be found. In fact we didn't find anything.
While sitting in the sand on the beach we kept feeling our hands being touched too. We both had had enough and we decided to leave. I just put it to the back of my mind thinking that it was crabs and a cat after all.
Two months later, I was sitting with my hair stylist who is a local, and we began talking about strange things that happen on the island. We were talking about Night Marchers and haunted burial grounds. Then she started talking about Mokapu.
I asked what is so scary about that place? She said that a long time ago, Hawaiians used to take the deformed babies and kill them at Mokapu.
She told me some people say that if you stay there long enough you will hear them crying. She told me that she heard them herself one night when she was there. The hair on the back of my neck and on my entire body stood up. I told her what happened to me there.
I knew nothing about this story until the day she told me and even now it still gives me the creeps.
Late Afternoon at Mokapu Beach
Who is this Woman with the White Hair?
Hawaii's Legendary Little People
The Hawaiians are often called the "Irishmen of the Pacific" because of the many similarities of cultures and beliefs, one of which is the Menehunes. The Menehunes are often compared to the Leprechauns of Ireland because of their small stature and mischievous, magical ways.
It is believed in Hawaii, that the Menehunes were an actual race of Polynesian people, small in stature, but with a powerful muscular build similar to the pygmies of Africa, but with lighter colored complexions. Every reported sighting describes them as always having long hair and being very shy.
They are believed to be the first inhabitants of Hawaii, sometime between 1 BC and 200 AD. The theory is that they arrived from the Marquesas, long before the arrival of the Polynesian people from Tahiti.
As the legend goes, the Menehunes were only visible to each other and their own descendants. Many people could hear their strange language and the hum of their voices, but the gift of actually being able to see them with the naked eye was only bestowed on those related to them through bloodlines and the very young.
Not so oddly, as children are more open to the supernatural, children could often see the Menehunes, when their parents could only hear their voices.
The Menehunes were talented craftsmen who lived deep in the rain forest and built beautiful koa wood canoes by night.
The ancient rock walls of cut stone that are frequently seen on all of the Hawaiian Islands are believed to have been built by the Menehunes. There are just as many ancient fish ponds, terraces and ancient roads believed to be of Menehune construction.
The rock walls built by the Hawaiians were not built with the same skill set as those built by the Menehunes. And the Hawaiians have passed down stories of using the fish ponds they found upon their arrival to the Hawaiian Islands they say were built by the Menehunes in ancient times.
The Menehunes cut and fitted the rock walls. The Hawaiian's walls were built of stone left in its natural state; not cut. The once magnificent and historical terraced gardens in the Kalalau Valley were built by the Menehunes.
Na Pali Coast ~ Honopu Valley, Kaua'i - Last Known Home of the Menehunes.
There are many legends of the Menehunes and their magical feats similar to the stories of catching a Leprechaun, but most of the legends revolve more around the amazing building skills the Menehunes possessed.
They were able to accomplish extremely difficult building feats all in a single night. Especially on a full moon. If anyone ever encountered the Menehunes during their nights work, all work was immediately ceased as they disappeared, melting back into the surrounding forest.
The Menehunes were known for their kindness and were always willing to help the Hawaiian people in need of their engineering expertise, and their supernatural powers enabled them to perform some marvelous feats.
They were also known to be very mischievous and given to playing pranks such as hiding things. To this day, when something is missing or lost in the home, you will often hear, "The Menehunes must have taken it".
As more and more people migrated to the Hawaiian Islands from the Marquesas and Tahiti, the less the little people were seen. It is believed that as the population of the Hawaiians (who were much larger in stature) increased, the Menehunes were eventually forced away from their homes in the forests with their last stronghold on the island of Kaua'i.
His Hawaiian Majesty, King David Kalakaua, wrote in his book, , of "The Lost Tribe", as he called the Menehunes. In 1820 there were suppose to be 200 Menehunes left, but at the time of his writing in 1888 there only 65 counted by the census at the time and none since then. The Legends and Myths of Hawaii
It is believed that the last of the Menehunes living in the 1800's occupied the beautiful lush Kalalau - Honopu Valley on Kaua'i. Many people on Kaua'i today still lay claim to being descendants of the Menehunes.
Alekoko Menehune Fishpond
The Alekoko Fishpond located near Nawiliwili Harbor outside Lihue on the Island of Kauai, is the largest fishpond built by the Menehunes in the Hawaiian Island chain.
At one time, mullet were raised in the ponds. Recent construction of a breakwater and small boat harbor have affected the circulation of water throughout the pond, causing pollution from bacteria cultivating in the stagnant water.
This is the reason for the dirty brown color of the ponds.
Home of the Last Known Menehune
Menehune Ditch & Bridge on the Island of Kaua'i
In all of my years living in Hawaii, and of all the stories I have been told by my Tutus (Grand Parents), aunties and uncles, this is one I had never heard before, certainly not in Hawaii.
It definitely made me laugh, so much so, that I had to relate the tale here. It is told by a mainland haole woman named Mary Trotter Kion who comes from the US state of Maryland, and I quote:
"Several legends abound as to how the Menehunes happened to be on the island of Kauai. One legend says that back in ancient times a boatload of vacationing leprechauns stopped off to take their pleasure in the Hawaiian Islands. Seeing how wonderfully lush and green the islands were, just as it was back home in Ireland, they decided to stay.
In time, all folks being as they are, the leprechauns began to intermarry with the Polynesians already living in the islands. The results were offspring of a considerably smaller size than the Hawaiians, and a wee bit larger than the leprechauns. As to how these new small people came to be called Menehunes is yet to be discovered."
As I have already said " Never heard this one before", but you never know.....
It could be true.