Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Oct 8, 2017

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2017! #24


Being possessed even momentarily really sucks, it drains everything out of you and you feel like you've been made someone's spiritual bitch. Let's not even get into how you get to see everything from this person's perspective while he was still alive, let's not talk about past events replaying itself right in front of you while you're speaking to a room full of people. All you can really do is acquiesce and begin to describe what you see, not knowing that what you describe will draw those people into the past along with you.
Whoever he was, he was a cool customer, more than smart he was sharp, well studied, he knew the law back and front, up and down and every which way you could imagine. The point of last nights event was clemency, not for those whose cases had already been decided, nor was clemency meant to sway a decision made by a judge from eighty-eight years ago who himself is long gone from this earthly plain. Rather, clemency was sought for those who were not allowed to speak while they sat silently by and watched helplessly as their loved ones were found guilty in one case, and murdered in another. Clemency, leniency was asked so that those humble citizens could come forward and speak. The first was the ghost of the younger brother of nineteen-year-old Myles Fukunaga, who abducted and murdered ten-year-old Gil Jamieson in September of 1928, on the 18th day of that same month if we were going to be specific. His plea was simple, he wanted everyone to visit his brother's grave and note the uniqueness of that headstone and also the singular loneliness of it. He went on to say that his brother's marker had no partner to it in that graveyard sitting in the middle of a busy downtown neighborhood where hardly a visitor happens by, save for the occasional fan of the story.

"Judge Steadman no like accept my bradda's plea of guilty and he no like accept the plea of insanity, he just sentence Myles to hang, just like that..."

The poor man hobbled away and disappeared just as he passed the witness stand, whoever he was that possessed my body called forth another person to say what would not have been allowed in a court of law. Periodically, he would turn and address the bench where those who were in attendance could see no one, but for myself being the unwilling host to a spirit which occupied my frame, I could see a court judge sitting there. It was the late but very honorable judge Albert Christy who was the judge for the Massie trial. All Judge Christy wanted was for this man who possessed me to hurry his case and make his point, there was an eternal rest that he wanted to get back to. The conclusion was that there was never any physical evidence in the Massie trial that Thalia Massie herself was ever raped. The five men she accused, Horace Ida, Henry Chang, Ben Ahakuelo, David Takai, and Joseph Kahahawai were not guilty, nonetheless, it was Joseph Kahahawai who would be murdered over a heinous act that was never proven to be true. This is when the spirit who possessed my body called forth the ghost of the father of Joseph Kahahawai, by the end of his story which he related from a parent's point of view, in regards to a broken home life, there was not a dry eye in that courtroom. In summation, the spirit which possessed my body thanked those who were in attendance and related to them that he having been resigned to haunting the very edifice in which he now stood, became a witness to the passage of time and the inevitability of change. He noted for all the change which came through the front door of the court building that two intrinsic characteristics in the makeup of human nature remained the same, ignorance and hate.

"Those are the two seeds that grow misunderstanding and prejudice," he said to the people seated in the juror's box. "But in these sandwich islands I have noted one quality among the Hawaiian people that mutes out the darkness of hate and stupidity, and that is something the good natives call 'Aloha'
can't be bought, can't be sold, it just is. If we Caucasians could emulate just a finite ounce of this 'Aloha' why the world would be a damn sight better place to live than anywhere else. Until then, we will keep that Aloha spirit here in this archipelago until the world is ready for it."

That was the end of that and I was somewhat back to myself, I would not fully be me until we left the building and headed off to the grounds of the 'Iolani Palace. It was only then that I could truly go back to the old me that showed up before the tour. By the way, I forgot to mention that I had gathered the people on my excursion in the back hallway of the building for an EVP recording session where questions were asked in a respectful manner. The results were and still are wonderous, but I will leave that to the people who attended last evenings event to share or not share after all the results are theirs. There was no wrong or disrespect committed last night, in fact, many precautions and 'just in cases' were taken, but I believe that what happened was pre-orchestrated by something that is beyond our comprehension, for little did I know that there were persons on last night's excursion that were descendants of people involved in the Fukunaga trial and the Massie trial. Those ancestors came forward and made themselves known in a very powerful way. As for whoever it was that borrowed my corporeal form, it was not threatening nor did it mean to do me any harm, but it did make its point. I can tell you, however, that it will be a long while before I do another ghost excursion in that courtroom.


  1. I was intrigued with the stories. The feeling in the courtroom made me feel emotional. I started to tear. Looking forward to many more tours.

  2. Mahalo Allison! Looking forward to seeing yourself and your husband more often!