Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Oct 13, 2016

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween! 17 Nights Left! "Pacheco Brothers"

It’s a terrible thing when a family deteriorates to the point where they are actively trying to kill one another. The Pacheco brothers were no different while growing up in Ma’ili on the Wai’anae coast. They were good boys really, a bit kolohe at times but very good boys. They loved going to old lady Dang’s store to buy bags of Lemon Peel, Li Hing Mui and Coca-Cola. The dried Chinese prunes would last for weeks until they ran out and then they would make another run. One day as the brothers walked along Kaukamana street on their way to the main road on Farrington, they noticed that an old Hawaiian man moved in to the house at the end of the block. He was a bit strange; very old, very wrinkled and hair very white. He almost looked like a gnome if he wasn’t so dark skinned. His dog that sat in the front yard with a food and water bowl in front of him also looked very pitiful and sad. One of the Pacheco brothers quickly hopped the fence without the three others noticing and walked up to the dog’s water bowl and he spat in it. He thought he saw a curtain move in one of the front windows but he brushed it off as nothing. In the food bowl he urinated and then quickly jumped the fence and caught up with his siblings.

Three days later as the Pacheco brothers sat on the front porch of their home, enjoying the afternoon with their parents, they saw the strange old Hawaiian man standing at the foot of their dirt driveway,

“Your boy, he come my house and spit inside my dog’s water bowl. Then he mimi (mee-mee) inside my dog’s food bowl, now I curse your sons,” the old Hawaiian man said.

The mother of the four boys jumped up from the steps and began to plead with the old Hawaiian man to not put a curse on her sons. The father cuffed the boys on the back of their heads as they made feeble attempts to protect themselves, but it only served to anger their father even further.

“From today,” the old Hawaiian man began, “ pilikia in their life, no peace. Yesterday they was brothers, from now; enemies. One time every year, the ‘uhane will come to sit on their shoulders and they have to fight it off all night. If they no fight, the ‘uhane take their body,”


So, it was with the Pacheco brothers; not a day of comfort or joy would visit their life. Even after their parents were long gone, each brother constantly plotted the demise of the other. Jeff, the oldest brother shot his youngest brother Alfred for raping his daughter. The second oldest Terence, goes to jail for raping his own daughter. Donald, the second youngest brother becomes an alcoholic and then a meth user, and later on commits suicide by driving his car into a concrete telephone pole. Their exploits made the newspapers in the mid-70’s but there was one detail that was left out. It was the red orb of flames that appeared high above each brother’s house. It had a long flaming red tail at the end and it circled in the air three times before striking the house, and sitting on the shoulder of each individual brother. After surviving the night, one brother would always try to kill the other in some way or fashion. A hefty price to pay for a single act of stupidity.

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