Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Aug 3, 2020

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2020 #89

In some legends, Nānaue, the shark man, resides in Waipio valley for a time until his depredations become his undoing, and he is found out to be one part human and part shark.
He barely escapes the valley of kings with his life and makes his way to Maui. It isnʻt long before he reveals his identity in a swimming contest on Maui. Again, he reveals himself when he changes into a shark and kills his challenger. His last hope for anonymity is on the island of Molokai. However, the sight of a woman taking a swim at Hoʻolehua proved to be much too tempting. He joined her while she floated about, and she found that she could not refuse him due to his extreme handsomeness. His appetite blinded him, for he did not notice a few other persons sailing nearby in a single-hulled canoe. They witnessed his transformation into a monstrous shark as he consumed the girl whole in full view of everyone. Consequently, he was caught and killed once and for all. In another version of this story, Nānue survives and somehow makes his home in Kaneana cave, in Mākua.



Spencer Correa was a punk through and through. He affected being a criminal and a drug dealer, but he was not. He tried to ingratiate himself into that circle, but they never accepted him. If anything, they kept him around for amusement and to sometimes be their punching bag. He could never get the kind of women his criminal friends had, they saw right through him. They saw how he was all talk but could not deliver. They were high maintenance, and Spencer was nowhere near where he needed to be to provide that lifestyle. The one he had his eye on was Rena Fernandez. She was beautiful and full-figured, and she was with the leader of the criminal group, whom Spencer emulated.

"So what Rena? What do I gotta do to get with that?" Spencer affected the attitude of a rapper.

"All these guys got small dicks, but they got money. You just got a small dick,"

Everyone laughed at Spencer right then. It wouldn't stop. When Rena's boyfriend Calvin found out, he laughed too. He laughed until he pissed his pants, and then he had a gun pointed at Spencer's head and demanded that Spencer drop his pants or he'd be dead.

Poor Spencer had no choice.

There was silence at first, but then the laughter was uproarious, and it filled the entire backyard of Calvin's home. "I was only kidding!" Rena shrieked. " I didn't think it was THAT small!"



Spencer sped along the Farrington highway, filled with furious anger and humiliation. The tears stained his cheeks and hampered his vision. Approaching a rise on the dark road, Spencer saw a fiery orange glow illuminating the cave on the right. Coming up on it, he saw that in the dirt parking lot across the road from the cave, there was a campfire with an old Hawaiian man standing near the flames. There was a small blue cooler next to his feet, and on a stick which the old man held above the fire was a sizeable piece of sizzling meat. He was barefoot and shirtless except for the pair of weathered jeans he wore. Spencer pulled up as close as he could to the campfire and exited his car. He walked straight to the trunk, where he removed an aluminum bat. Without a word, Spencer made a beeline toward the old Hawaiian man. He swung the bat in a downward motion and struck him on his right shoulder. Spencer turned again and caught the old man on the hip, and then finally, with one more swing, Spencer hit pay dirt when he struck the old Hawaiian man in the face. With each swing, he let out a guttural cry. He could only see Rena and her friends pointing at his privates and making fun of him, he could only feel the cold iron of Calvin's gun pressed up against his temple.

Spencer was so pumped up with adrenaline that he hadn't noticed that the old Hawaiian man never once tried to protect himself, or avoid the blows. Instead, he stood there and let the assault happen. To Spencer's confusion, the old man was still standing, and nothing on his body was bruised, bleeding, or broken. He was trying to calm down from his adrenaline rush, trying to make sense of what his handiwork on a defenseless old man didn't do. There wasn't a mark on him.

In one swift motion, the old Hawaiian man rested the aluminum bat from Spencer's grip and buried it in his skull. Before the young wannabe thug hit the ground, the old man took his body upon his shoulders, and briskly walked across the road where he disappeared into the depths of the cave. It was there that he assumed his terrible form as a shark and devoured Spencer Correa with many delectable bites.



The squad car pulled in to the dirt parking lot and saw the old Hawaiian man squatting down near a small campfire, holding a stick with a piece of sizzling meat over the flames. The two officers flashed their lights from within the car and did not bother to get out.

"Tūtū, cannot have open flames like that in the parking lot. Might get out of control and cause a fire," the one officer called out.

"Oh ok," the old Hawaiian man waved and nodded.

"When you pau Tūtū, no worry," the other officer assured him. "Just put out the fire."

"I have water to put it out, thank you!" The old Hawaiian man flashed a shiny white-toothed smile.

The squad car made a u-turn and headed back toward the 7-11 in Makaha. The old Hawaiian man picked pieces of raw meat from his teeth using his talon-like fingernail. The officers never noticed Spencerʻs car, which was camouflaged by the haole koa branches that the old Hawaiian man used to cover the vehicle with. He had his fill by that point and was overcome with an urge to return to the ocean more for his own safety than for comfort. With one heave, he regurgitated the remains of Spencer Correa on the small campfire, thus pealing it out. He then made his way down to the reef at the beach, which bears his name, Nānaue.

The dark waters were like a tarp being pulled away from the hidden work of art beneath it, waiting to be revealed. Thus did Nānaue shed his mortal coil to live as his true nature dictates, to feed another day.

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