June is from Kailua-Kona, Hawaii, but is currently residing in New York. She loves to cook naturally with plants from her garden.
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.