Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Oct 8, 2016

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween! 22 Nights Left! "Pomai"

Pomai was the oldest in her family, and it appeared that her younger siblings were naturally more mature than she was. Being the oldest, it would have naturally fallen on Pomai to be responsible for her younger charges, but that was not the case. Pomai was exceptional; she possessed a kind of innocence that left her detached from everyone in the household, and more often than not, she could be found having lively conversations by herself.

One afternoon,  in her home on Dowsett avenue, when her parents and siblings were gathered in the living room having a normal conversation regarding family matters, Pomai appeared in front of her bedroom door with a strange look on her face. Two pupils appeared in her eyes as she stared directly at her father.

“Bastard,” the voice that came out of her was not her own. It seemed to vibrate from her chest, and it almost had a hollow ring to it.

“What?” Her father wasn’t quite sure about what he’d just heard.

“You’re a bastard, Jacob Aupuni,” Pomai repeated herself.

Her father flew up from his seat on the couch and was only seconds away from beating his oldest daughter when without warning, she let out a blood-curdling scream. It froze her father in his tracks and made her mother and siblings jump out of their skin.

“Go ahead, Jacob, hit me. You can’t get it up any other way,” Pomai glared at her father with utter contempt. Before he could lay a hand on his daughter, Pomai’s eyes rolled over white, and she dropped to the floor with a loud thud.

Everyone screamed and rushed to her side, where she lay pale while her face slowly turned blue. Without warning, her entire body went into such horrific convulsions that it began to vibrate across the floor. Her father yelled for everyone to hold her down, but to no avail, no longer moving by vibration, her body skimmed the surface of the wooden floor until it came to rest in the kitchen. The family sat there simultaneously, trying to make sense of what just happened while trying to gather their thoughts at the same time. A strange scented mist rose from the pores of Pomai’s skin and floated above her body before it dissipated into nothing. Jacob recognized the aroma, but he wouldn’t be able to discuss it with his wife until later that night. In the meantime, Pomai got to her feet and walked straight to her bedroom, before she closed the door, she turned around and looked back at her mother and said,

“He puka lino hao kou kohe,”

With that, she slammed the door and locked it from the inside. The entire household was dumbfounded after what they’d just witnessed, but more than that, they were deathly afraid. Somehow, and they didn't know how Pomai was possessed.

For the night, Jacob and his wife Alana made their four children sleep in their bedrooms in case Pomai came out of her room and attacked them. Once they were sure that the kids were asleep, the husband and wife had a hushed conversation.

“That smell was tuberose,” Jabob said. “We only know one person who grew tuberose in their yard.”

“Yes, but he just died last year,” Alana replied.

“I didn’t think about it until just now, but today is the anniversary of his death,” even in a hushed tone, Alana could hear the foreboding in her husband’s voice.

“We only know that because we heard it third hand,” Alana reminded him.

“He never forgave me for marrying you over his daughter, Namaka,” Jacob shook his head.

“You’re blaming yourself for not marrying a psycho? Her father was just as crazy; he tried to stab you remember?” Alana hissed.

“Who can help us?” Jacob asked. “You know we’re not religious people,”

“Yeah, we’re new age Hawaiians,” Alana said sarcastically. Just then, they heard a heavy scratching noise outside their bedroom door, and there was an odd smell that filled the room.

“Jacob? Alana?” It was Pomai.

“What is it, Pomai?” Her father asked.

“Can you help me with this lighter?” Her tone of voice was more childlike than usual.

“What are you doing with a lighter?” Her mother asked.

“I disconnected the main pipe from the gas stove, and I’m trying to burn the house down, but this lighter won’t work,” Pomai answered. “Oh! Never mind, I got it!”

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